Who told you I was at the Blood Tempering Realm?
"Little Marquis is so handsome!"
Some of the girls went crazy when they saw Liu Guanyu. Their eyes sparkled as if they were about to faint.
Liu Guanyu stood on the stage with his sharp eyebrows. He exuded an innate arrogance.
At first, Yang Zhong still had some confidence, but at this time, he was frightened by the tsunami of cheers from the stands. He carefully walked up the ring, afraid that if he took a big step, he would provoke the anger of the crowd.
"Brother Guanyu, please go easy on me."
Yang Zhong nervously clasped his hands towards Liu Guanyu. He knew that he had no chance of winning this round, so he spoke in a low voice.
"Hmph, you think you can call my name?"
Liu Guanyu's face showed displeasure as he stared at Yang Zhong.
"Little Marquis ….."
Yang Zhong stuttered, unable to say anything.
"Hmph, take my fist!" Liu Guanyu's face revealed an indifferent expression. His eyes turned cold, and his fist suddenly blasted out. "Storm Cloud Breaking Fist!"
Liu Guanyu's first move was the Wind Cloud Marquis' secret art, a high grade Human class fist skill!
Boom! Boom!
True Qi surged and condensed into a fist the size of a millstone. Wind Fist Destroying Clouds!
In an instant, the sky changed color as if the entire stage was covered in clouds. Suddenly, a gust of wind tore through the clouds.
Yang Zhong took out a knife shaped magic item and slashed out with knife Qi. He wanted to block it, but it was useless. The knife Qi shattered and he was sent flying.
"Liu Guanyu wins!" The examiner announced, "The second round, Zhao Feng against Su Wenkang!"
The stands erupted in cheers.
"Hmph, you're only so-so." Zhao Feng sneered and his figure suddenly disappeared. The next moment, he appeared on the stage.
There wasn't much suspense in the next match. Zhao Feng's opponent, Su Wenkang, was ranked below fifty, and the difference in strength was too great. Facing Zhao Feng's Thousand Illusion Palm, Su Wenkang was only able to last three moves before he was severely injured and defeated.
In the third round, although Lu Ze didn't win as cleanly as the previous two, he still defeated Fang Yongnian within ten moves.
The first three matches of the twentieth group proceeded extremely quickly, ending in less than fifteen minutes.
However, this was also a normal thing. After all, the 160 young geniuses ranged from the Viscera Consolidation Stage to the Marrow Transformation Stage, and the difference in strength was like the difference between the heavens and the earth. When many people encountered experts like Wu Tianji and Ma Xingci, they would even directly admit defeat to avoid being killed in a single move. If that happened, they wouldn't even have a place to cry.
"The fourth match, Luo Zheng versus Wu Junyuan!"
The cold-faced examiner announced indifferently.
"For this round, Wu Junyuan is ranked sixty-seventh, and Luo Zheng is ranked one hundred and twenty-third."
"I bet on Wu Junyuan to win within 20 moves. The odds are 100 taels."
"Wu Junyuan is a genius from the Wu family of Sishui Commandery. He doesn't need 20 moves to defeat Luo Zheng. I bet on him winning in 10 moves. The odds are 100 to 300."
The spectator stands were abuzz with discussion.
"Brother, why are you so nervous? You can't be betting on Luo Zheng to win, right?"
"I saw that the odds for Luo Zheng to win were 10 to 1. I was greedy and bet on him."
"Haha, you're in trouble. According to the information I bought, Luo Zheng comes from a humble background. His family is a hunter, and he was lucky enough to enter the Five Beast Army."
"That's not necessarily true. After all, Luo Zheng was ranked first in the physical strength assessment. Furthermore, he was ranked third in the Five Beast Army's blood refining assessment. It's worth a try. I also bet on him to win."
"I already said that he was just lucky. This person is a pile of dog sh * t."
"He is at least a member of the Five Beast Army. Furthermore, he is only 15 years old and has great potential. You are the dog sh * t!"
"Haha, every realm is a different heaven. Luo Zheng is only in the Blood Tempering Realm. He can't possibly win against someone in the Marrow Transformation Realm. You should give up!"
The spectators in the spectator stands were suddenly divided into two factions. They began to curse at each other. However, those who supported Luo Zheng were all hoping for a fluke. Less than 1% of them were immediately suppressed.
"Luo Zheng, it seems like most people still think highly of me. Since the two young marquises have specifically said that they want to deal with you, I can't injure you too severely. Why don't you just admit defeat in the arena?"
Wu Junyuan looked at Luo Zheng as he spoke nonchalantly.
"Haha, I didn't expect Brother Wu to be so benevolent. In a while, I will give you three moves," Luo Zheng said with a cold smile.
"Brat, don't be so shameless!" Wu Junyuan's expression changed as he said sternly.
"Let's see who's the shameless one then!"
Luo Zheng shook his head and slowly walked into the arena.
"Humph!" Wu Junyuan's figure soared into the air, directly flying over Luo Zheng's head and landing on the arena.
Luo Zheng remained unmoved. He walked up step by step until he reached the center of the arena. Then, he stood still.
"So what if you are dilly-dallying? Make your move!" Wu Junyuan stood with his feet splayed outwards as he spoke arrogantly.
"I already said that I will give you three moves," Luo Zheng said nonchalantly.
"Hahaha, give me a move? Do you think a piece of trash in the Blood Tempering Realm like you is qualified to give me a move? "Wu Junyuan laughed maniacally." I want to defeat you in five moves. "
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