"The game begins!"
As the referee shouted loudly, the entire Martial Arts Arena fell silent instantly. Everyone's eyes were focused on the two figures in the center of the ring.
Ma Hongjun twisted his neck and made a clicking sound.
He specially changed into a red outfit today, with golden flame patterns embroidered on the skirt, shining brightly in the sun.
Opposite Zhao Wuyan is dressed in a black robe, with waist-length hair that flows automatically without wind, dancing behind her as if alive.
"Come on, let Grandpa Ma see your hair."
Ma Hongjun grinned, showing his white teeth.
Zhao Wuyan smiled sinisterly.
"Soon, don't worry, I hope you won't cry and give in."
Before he finished speaking, Ma Hongjun's whole body suddenly erupted with dazzling red light.
That is not an ordinary flame, but the amazingly powerful Ultimate Fire!
There was an exclamation of surprise in the audience.
"First Soul Skill·Blazing Roar."
Ma Hongjun directly spat out the monstrous Lie Yan, sweeping the entire arena in an instant, and the arena floor was roasted red.
Zhao Wuyan's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly urged Soul Power to take back his Martial Soul, but it was too late.
"Tsk..."
A heartbreaking voice sounded, and the moment Zhao Wuyan's proud waist-length hair came into contact with the flames, it quickly curled and blackened like hay encountering a strong fire.
There was a pungent smell of burning in the air.
"This is impossible!"
Zhao Wuyan backed away in horror, making crazy seals with his hands.
His third Soul Ring suddenly lit up.
"Third Soul Skill·Thousand Threads."
The originally burnt hair suddenly grew longer and turned into numerous black fine needles that shot towards Ma Hongjun.
These hair strands have been specially tempered and are as hard as fine steel, which is Zhao Wuyan's trump card.
Ma Hongjun did not panic and raised his right hand lightly.
A ball of red flame condensed in his palm, gradually compressing into a fist-sized fireball.
The surface of the fireball danced with dangerous light, and the surrounding air was distorted by the high temperature.
"Taste this."
The moment the fireball left his hand, the temperature of the entire arena suddenly rose by dozens of degrees.
The audience in the front row unconsciously raised their hands to cover their faces, and the heat wave hit their faces, making it almost impossible to breathe.
"Boom!"
Amidst the deafening explosion, Zhao Wuyan's hard hair disappeared the moment it came into contact with the fireball.
The shock wave generated by the explosion threw Zhao Wuyan's whole body away, hit the protective cover at the edge of the ring hard, and then slid to the ground like a rag doll.
The entire battle process takes no more than ten breaths.
The referee stared at this scene dumbfounded, and it took him a while to come back to his senses.
"Winner... winner, Ye Family Ma Hongjun!"
The whole place was silent for a moment, and then burst into loud cheers.
Ma Hongjun waved proudly towards the audience, but his eyes unconsciously drifted to where Ye Ruilin was.
Seeing his boss nod slightly, the smile on his face became even brighter.
In the next three days, Martial Arts Arena was crowded with people every day.
Three Clans Competition has entered a fierce stage, and geniuses from all walks of life have used their special skills.
Every Ye Ruilin competition can be called an art.
His Ice-Fire Twin Qilin Martial Soul makes the opponent timid before fighting, and the battle is often over within three moves.
The most impressive thing was the battle with the second young master Xu Family. The opponent's proud defense of Mystic Water was as brittle as a piece of tissue paper under the attack of ice and fire.
Lin Ye continues his usual ruthless style.
In every competition, his opponents would be tortured horribly, sending chills down the spines of many contestants.
Ma Hongjun's Ultimate Fire is unstoppable.
In three consecutive matches, he defeated the enemy with one move.
Opponents who thought they had amazing defenses were vulnerable to his flames.
The audience began to nickname him "Crimson Flame Asura".
When the gong sounded for the final quarter-finals, the setting sun had already dyed the entire Martial Arts Arena with blood.
The chief referee stepped onto the high platform and his deep voice spread throughout the venue.
"After several days of competition, the final top three have been born - Ye Family Ye Ruilin, Ma Hongjun, Body Sect Lin Ye."
The next morning, there was a simple wooden table in the center of Martial Arts Arena, with three sapphire sticks placed on it.
The sun shines through the clouds, casting mottled light and shadow on the lottery tube, adding a bit of warmth to the upcoming lottery ceremony.
Ma Hongjun was the first to step forward. He rubbed his hands and murmured softly.
"Don't draw the boss, don't draw the boss... Don't draw the boss this time."
My fingers lingered over the lottery tube for a long time before I made up my mind to take one out.
"Bye!"
After seeing the signature clearly, he jumped up excitedly, and his short fiery red hair looked like a dancing flame in the sun.
Then he turned around and hugged Ye Ruilin tightly.
Ye Ruilin was obviously not surprised, with a faint smile on his lips.
Seeing the boss so calm, Ma Hongjun suddenly understood.
"Boss, is it your Auspicious Power handiwork again?"
On the side, Lin Ye walked forward slowly, and he did not need to draw lots anymore.
The entire Martial Arts Arena fell silent instantly, and everyone's eyes were focused on these two young geniuses.
Ye Ruilin stepped forward slowly, their eyes met in the air, as if there was a real lightning flash.
"Finally I can fight you."
Lin Ye licked his lips, a dangerous light flashing in his eyes.
Ye Ruilin's pupils shrank slightly, and a smile quickly appeared on his face without evading his gaze.
There was an invisible fighting spirit between the two.
Ma Hongjun took half a step back unconsciously and whispered softly.
"This momentum... is quite scary..."
The referee wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his voice trembling.
"Tomorrow... tomorrow at midnight, the first game of the finals, please get ready."
The setting sun stretched the shadows of the two people very long, like two unsheathed swords, carving deep carvings on the bluestone ground.
There were whispers in the audience, and everyone was looking forward to tomorrow's peak showdown.
Ye Zhentian and Xu Chuan stood on the high platform, looking at the young people off the field with complicated eyes.
Li Fangu came to them at some point, Youyou said.
"It's great to be young, so energetic."
"Not inferior to us back then."
"Sect Master Li."
Ye Zhentian said in a deep voice.
"That disciple of yours has been very harsh on his fellow disciples. Isn't it time to take some control?"
Li Fangu smiled and did not answer.
His eyes fell on Lin Ye, and an elusive look flashed in his eyes.
Now Lin Ye's character has already been formed, how can he change it with just a few words?
I'm afraid, the only way is to let him suffer a serious setback because of his character.
Then he will be more restrained.
Li Fangu's eyes immediately moved to Ye Ruilin.
This kid always gives me the feeling that he is not trying his best.
I just don't know if this fight with Lin Ye will expose this kid's trump card.
He was really looking forward to it.