"Damn it! Everyone has been waiting for you. Everyone has been waiting for two hours. Ten thousand people means ten thousand hours! "
Wen Zicheng pointed at him angrily.
Yang Qingxuan glanced at him and said, "Don't you know that time can't be calculated repeatedly in the same dimension? With your IQ, you still want to enter the top sixteen? Go back to the classroom and study more. "
"You …!"
Wen Zicheng was a little confused. He didn't understand what Yang Qingxuan was saying and didn't know how to refute.
The rest of the people glanced at him coldly and no longer paid attention to him.
Yi Kun whispered, "Dean, can we start now?"
Clint looked at Yang Qingxuan with surprise in his eyes. He actually noticed that Yang Qingxuan's cultivation had increased. He smiled in satisfaction and said, "Let's begin."
Holding his harp, Richard walked onto the stage and said slowly, "I will play the Nine Heavens Ripple Song later. You can use all kinds of methods to block it. If you can't withstand it, you will be eliminated."
"Understood."
Everyone replied in unison.
Wu Hao sat cross-legged in the air with the harp beside him. He reached out his hand and plucked the strings. Yang Qingxuan's pupils shrank as he immediately recognized that it was the Shadowless Finger. A circle of sound waves surged out from Wu Hao's fingertips into the ring.
Everyone's eardrums trembled, and there was a buzzing sound in their heads. It was extremely uncomfortable.
Yang Qingxuan was also surprised. The tone was very familiar, but it contained Qi. It caused his blood to surge.
Richard flicked his finger again. The air was like ripples in water, and it landed on everyone's bodies with a majestic aura.
The twenty-five people all sat cross-legged and began to circulate their Qi to block it.
Yang Qingxuan also circulated the Qingyang Martial Scripture. He formed a seal with one hand, and a green light bloomed from his body, blocking the sound waves.
Clint's face revealed a strange expression. With his experience, he could naturally see that the martial scripture's hand seals were very strange.
"Yi Kun, look at Yang Qingxuan's hand seals …"
Clint turned sideways and asked. Beside him, Andrew and Si Feiyu were also paying close attention.
Yi Kun looked at it for a while and muttered, "This method of forming seals seems to be very ancient."
Qing Buli nodded. "That's right. This kid has a lot of secrets. That Qing Mang is not simple at all."
The tens of thousands of onlookers around the arena could also hear the beautiful music played by Wu Hao. It was vast and magnificent, and their blood surged. However, they did not feel that it was difficult to withstand. Instead, they felt very comfortable listening to it.
On the other hand, many of the twenty-five people in the arena began to frown.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, a person on the stage stood up and stomped on the ground, shattering the tiles. A domineering aura was emitted from his body as he roared like a wild beast!
The veins on the man's forehead bulged. True Qi burst out from his fists and he began to punch in the ring.
Every time he punched out, he would send out waves of air to fight against the sound waves.
Although his fists were powerful, they became slower and slower, and his burly body kept trembling.
"Boom!"
Finally, after the first punch, he could not take it anymore. He spat out a mouthful of blood and was directly sent flying out of the arena. He fell heavily to the ground and kept vomiting blood.
On the stage, another person screamed in pain. His eyes turned red, and he actually flew into the air with a pair of wings. He held a knife with both hands and slashed at Wu Hao.
"Hey! Is he crazy?! "
"His mind has been invaded by the sound waves. He has already lost his self-awareness. He can only resist instinctively."
In the audience, You Ye leaned comfortably on his chair and said disdainfully.
The two short knives turned into two streaks of green light in the air and slashed at Wu Hao.
Wu Hao did not take it to heart at all. He continued to pluck the strings of the guqin. A sound wave spread around his body and hit the two short knives. "Bang! Bang! "The two students were sent flying. That student also spat out blood and fell to the ground.
In a short period of time, two students had been eliminated.
The surrounding students did not feel the danger in the arena at all. They were immersed in the magnificent music and enjoyed it very much.
You Ye also followed the melody and tapped his fingers. His gaze wandered around the twenty-odd people on the stage. Suddenly, his gaze landed on a student. He smiled lightly and said, "Another one is dead."
Just as he spoke, that student spat out a mouthful of blood. Without any warning, he fell on his back and fainted.
After half an incense stick's time, another two people were eliminated.
Many people in the arena became restless and lost their previous calmness.
Two students directly stood up and brandished their swords in the air to block the sound waves. One of them was from Hua Mu, but not long after, he was also knocked out of the arena by the sound waves.
There were still three people from Hua Mu left in the arena. Zuo Heng sat calmly like a clay statue, without any expression.
One-eye's forehead was covered in cold sweat and dripping down.
The makeup on Mei Juan's face was washed away by sweat. She let out a soft gasp as if she was extremely hot. Her cheeks were red.
In the entire arena, there were only seven or eight people who were really calm and not affected at all. Less than half of them were present.
"Hmm?"
You Ye's tapping fingers suddenly stopped. His pupils constricted and shot out a sharp light.
Qing Buli's fingers also trembled and his eyes widened in astonishment. He saw that Yang Qingxuan's hand seals were also wavering, showing signs of exhaustion.
"Oh no, Brother Qing Xuan can't hold on much longer!"
In a corner outside the arena, Jingjing's face was full of anxiety. She grabbed Wenwen's hand and immediately sensed that Wenwen's arm was trembling as well.
Wenwen comforted her, "Don't panic, it'll be over after two more people are eliminated. Yang Qingxuan will definitely be able to hold on. Look at the others. That girl, that guy, and that guy, they're all worse off than Yang Qingxuan. "She reached out and pointed randomly.
Jingjing nodded resolutely. "Mm, I believe Brother Qing Xuan will be fine!"
In the spectator stands, Su Ying was also extremely nervous. She had learned music from Wu Hao and naturally understood the power of this sound wave attack. Once the mind was affected, it would be difficult to hold on. She could only hope that the others wouldn't be able to hold on before Yang Qingxuan did.
Yang Qingxuan's hand seals trembled for a while before finally calming down. His right thumb and middle finger intertwined and he raised them high into the air.
His closed eyes suddenly opened as well. They were as bright as the stars and showed no signs of disorder.
"He's …"
Qing Buli's heart skipped a beat. He seemed to have thought of a certain possibility and his eyes widened.
Yi Kun also frowned. "This finger technique …"
Clang!
Suddenly, a melodious sound pierced through the air from Yang Qingxuan's fingertips. It formed a ripple that spread out in all directions.
The ripples surged together with Wu Hao's rhythm, actually forming a resonance and transforming into another kind of sound, turning the magnificent melody into the sound of a powerful army, the sound of slaughter that exploded on the arena and surged out in all directions.
"Pfft! Pfft! "
Two people couldn't hold on any longer. They spat out mouthfuls of blood and were sent flying.
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