"Bang!"
One-eye's chest was split open, and blood spurted out. Yang Qingxuan stepped forward and kicked his hand. The ball with the number plate immediately flew up and was caught in his hand.
One-eye fell from the sky, and no one knew if he was dead or alive.
This scene shocked everyone present.
After a while, a teacher reacted and flew up to catch One-eye who was about to fall to the ground.
Yang Qingxuan ignored them. After snatching the ball, he flew back to the center of the square and stood there calmly.
The others were sweating and looked at him embarrassedly.
Even Yin Yao, who was always cold and arrogant, couldn't help but look at him.
Yi Kun roared angrily, "Yang Qingxuan! You dare to kill and snatch the number plate? Damn you! "
If it weren't for Yang Qingxuan's special identity and the fact that Qing Buli and Lu Jiangpeng thought highly of him, he would have attacked and sent him flying.
Yang Qingxuan said calmly, "First, I didn't kill anyone. One-eye isn't dead. Second, no one told me not to snatch the number plates. Elder Yi threw out sixteen number plates for us to snatch, didn't he? The rules didn't say anything. Now that something has happened, you want me to take responsibility? "
Yi Kun was furious, but he didn't know how to refute this.
"Since you can snatch, then go to hell!"
A cold voice rang out. Zuo Heng had taken the number plate and was flying over from afar. He hovered in the air, and at this moment, he suddenly struck out with his palm. It was as if a mountain was shaking, and the air was compressed to the extreme before erupting downwards.
In the center of the square, the faces of the people who had already taken the number plates changed. They didn't want to be involved in the feud between the two and scattered.
Yang Qingxuan looked up and squinted. He faced the palm wind head-on. His right hand clenched the Fighting Ghosts God, and circles of sword energy shot out from the sword.
The crowd was in an uproar. More than ten thousand people were in chaos, especially when they felt the palm wind. They were terrified and ran away while screaming.
Many people were pushed to the ground and trampled on. Cries and screams filled the air.
There was even a riot in a few areas of the crowd. Some students were angered by the shoving and directly started fighting.
"Ridiculous!"
An angry roar could be heard, "Everyone, stop! Whoever dares to move will die! "
The one who was furious was Yi Kun. A terrifying murderous aura spread out from his body. The entire square felt as if it had fallen into an ice cave. Everyone felt their hair stand on end. It was as if they would be chopped into pieces if they moved.
"Is this the pressure of an expert in the Origin Martial Arts Realm?"
The chaotic scene instantly became strangely quiet, and no one dared to move.
Suddenly, a thin and small figure appeared under Zuo Heng's palm wind. He lifted his leg and kicked upwards.
"Boom!"
That kick seemed insignificant, but it easily shattered the palm wind and penetrated it.
Bang!
A loud sound of air exploding was heard, and it turned into a strong wind that dispersed in all directions.
"Not good!" Zuo Heng, who was in the sky, exclaimed the moment that figure appeared.
That thin and small figure was Si Feiyu. The strength of that kick was not something he could withstand. Therefore, he was prepared and dodged to the side.
The energy was like an arrow piercing through the clouds. It shot into the sky and exploded in a series. It was frightening.
Two experts in the Origin Martial Arts Realm. One of them could break the void with a casual kick, while the other released his murderous aura and shocked everyone.
As the energy from Si Feiyu's kick dissipated, the ten thousand people in the square fell into a ghostly silence.
Zuo Heng, who was in the sky, was terrified. If that kick had hit him, he would have been finished.
Cold sweat flowed down from his temples. He only felt that his clothes were soaked. He hovered in the sky and did not dare to go down.
Yang Qingxuan was also shocked. The Fighting Ghost God in his hand flashed and disappeared.
Yi Kun glared at Yang Qingxuan and then at Zuo Heng. He said coldly, "You two have really made our school proud!"
Si Feiyu's face was also gloomy. "You're too reckless. There are spies from other countries watching the competition every year. If this gets out, our school will lose face!"
Yang Qingxuan shrugged with a helpless expression on his face.
Zuo Heng felt that the two elders' killing intent had decreased sharply. He flew down from the sky and returned to the center of the square, not daring to say a word.
The other thirteen students also got their number plates and flew down from all directions.
Among them, Meijuan's face was the palest. She could feel the coldness that Yang Qingxuan had for them. It was an emotionless killing intent. They were like ants that could be crushed at any time.
Even One-eye could not withstand a single strike from him. She was not as strong as One-eye. If she were to fight against Yang Qingxuan …
Her hands were covered in sweat. She secretly prayed that she would not fight against Yang Qingxuan. Otherwise, she would definitely be trampled to death like an ant.
At this time, a teacher flew over from afar and reported to Yi Kun, "His life is not in danger, but he must be bedridden for ten days to half a month."
He was talking about One-eye. The surrounding students were all pale. They felt a sense of fear towards Yang Qingxuan.
Si Feiyu frowned. "We're one person short. What do we do?"
Yi Kun said, "The same number plate and directly advance."
The fifteen people in the square all stretched out their hands and spread out the small balls in their hands.
The small ball in Yang Qingxuan's hand had the word "eight" written on it.
He looked over and saw that the other "eight" was Wu Chao.
Wu Chao also saw the number in his hand and his expression changed greatly.
Yang Qingxuan did not care. He saw that Zuo Heng's number was "three" and the other "three" was Chen Ting.
Chen Ting's face was full of distress. He obviously knew that he was not Zuo Heng's opponent.
Yang Qingxuan smiled and walked forward. He patted Chen Ting's shoulder and handed over the small ball, wanting to exchange with him.
"Yang Qingxuan!"
Yi Kun was furious in the air. He roared, "Behave! Whoever dares to exchange numbers will be eliminated!"
Yang Qingxuan smiled bitterly and could only give up.
Wu Chao stared fiercely at Yang Qingxuan, but found that this newcomer did not put him in his eyes at all. He could not help but feel ashamed and angry.
The scene from a year ago appeared in his mind. At that time, before the Inner Yard Examination, Yang Qingxuan led his team to fight against Zuo Jun's team at the same place. At that time, he stood out and faced the powerful Wu Qiyue.
At that time, Yang Qingxuan was like an ant. He did not even look at him.
A year had passed, and that ant was still in the same place. He did not even look at him.
Wu Chao's face was pale, and the veins on his fists bulged.
"I'm going to challenge the Four Kings. I won't stop here!"
"Yang Qingxuan, as your senior, let me end your path!"
Wu Chao withdrew his gaze and no longer looked at Yang Qingxuan. He turned around and jumped, flying toward the battle arena.
"Oh, my luck is pretty good."
Ai Wei blinked and giggled. "I didn't see number six."
She waved the small ball in her hand. The word "six" was written on it.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
