Chi-la —
An amazing spiritual energy passed through the fishing rod, from the fishing line to the hook!
Suddenly, the fishhook shone with a shocking sharpness, broke through the palm wind, and hooked onto Zhen Shicheng at lightning speed.
Rong Hanming gently flicked his fishing rod and threw Zhen Shicheng out of the stage like a fish, crashing into the audience seats.
Puff –
Zhen Shicheng vomited blood on the spot.
Last year, he was able to withstand five moves from him.
This year, he could only withstand three moves!
Rong Hanming calmly retracted his fishing rod, his expression indifferent. "The Three Unmatched Holy King Legends. You don't have the qualifications to break it!"
After he finished speaking, his gaze shot toward Yao Hong and Long Fan and he was filled with fighting spirit.
The two of them were the only opponents who could defeat him.
The rest of the Saint Kings … could not even withstand a single blow!
Mo Wu nodded her head in approval. "Rong Hanming has improved greatly. His abilities are comparable to Yao Hong's from last year. Su Yu, looks like you are in danger."
Next was the battle with Meng Ting.
Meng Ting was adept at using gentle force, and had a slight advantage over Rong Hanming's Cold River Fishing.
Thus, even though Meng Ting was no match for Zhen Shicheng, she was able to withstand four moves from Rong Hanming! Compared to Zhen Shicheng's three moves, it was one more move!
Meng Ting was not worried about being knocked out of the arena. Instead, she was happy. She smiled and said, "Thank you, Senior Brother Song, for showing mercy."
Rong Hanming stood on the stage and commented with a smile, "Compared to last year, you've made some progress. You've focused on softness, and you'll be successful in the future."
Meng Ting's face turned slightly red when she heard his positive evaluation. Her beautiful eyes flickered with pride and adoration. "Junior Sister will remember Senior Brother's guidance."
Nodding his chin, Rong Hanming turned to fight the remaining two people.
They were all Seventh Level Upper Tier Holy Kings. Although they were strong, Zhen Shicheng and Meng Ting could not be compared to them.
Thus, he was defeated within two moves.
The fourth battle was over, and the first battle was over.
The first group ended at an unexpected speed, taking less than an hour.
"Second group, begin!" Xi Ruolan announced indifferently.
In the second group was Yao Hong, one of the Three Unmatched Holy Kings!
They were both Seventh Level Peak Holy Kings, but he had the ability to suppress Rong Hanming.
Every time she made a move, she would use her jade flute to defeat her enemies.
As her red lips parted, the jade flute began to play a graceful melody. The melody was pleasing to the ear and intoxicating.
However, within the flute music, there was a sound wave attack that could knock people unconscious!
It was difficult for a Seventh Level Upper Tier Holy King to resist the first note.
Even if it was a Seventh Level Peak Holy King, it would be difficult for him to withstand the stacking of two flute notes!
The four battles ended in the time it took to brew a cup of tea. Compared to Rong Hanming, it was much faster.
From the beginning to the end, Yao Hong dealt with the four enemies as if it was light. She dealt with the four enemies with ease.
Mo Wu slowly nodded her head, "Just like Rong Hanming, he didn't even use half of his strength."
"Third group, begin." Xi Ruolan immediately announced the third group.
Hearing this, the audience, which had been stirred up by Rong Hanming and Yao Hong, was now boiling with excitement!
The unrivalled legend of the Holy King, the strongest disciple of the Half-Dragon Realm Holy King, Long Fan, was in the third group!
As the head of the Three Unmatched Holy Kings, he was the strongest person in the Liuxian faction who was the closest to Dragon Realm!
His existence was a natural moat that all Saint Kings had to look up to!
As long as he was alive, everyone had to look up to him!
No one had ever been able to break the legend of the invincible Holy King!
For two whole years, he had not made a single move.
Because among Saint Kings, he was already invincible.
"Long Fan, go up the stage!" Xi Ruolan shouted.
However, Long Fan, who was dressed in a snow-white robe, sat steadily in the spectator seats. He did not move at all. His eyes were calm and there were no ripples in them.
His eyes could no longer contain the battle between Saint Kings.
The exciting battle in the eyes of others was dull and boring in his eyes.
At this moment, it was his turn to fight, but there was no fighting spirit in his eyes.
His gaze swept across the contestants in the third group.
Everyone who was swept by him had a look of awe and battle intent on their faces.
The Legend of the Holy King, the most powerful person in the Holy King Realm, just a glance was enough to make their blood boil!
Long Fan's expression was indifferent and disappointment was written all over his face when he faced the many pairs of eyes that desired to fight. "None of you are worthy of me fighting. All of you should admit defeat. I do not wish to waste my time."
The expressions of the four Sage Kings who were eager to fight stiffened, and they gradually became resentful.
Surprisingly, no one felt embarrassed or annoyed.
It was as if being looked down upon and looked down upon was a matter of course!
This was because the person who was looking down on him was Long Fan! It was Long Fan, the legendary Holy King who was unrivalled!
"I … I admit defeat!" One of the contestants sighed and admitted defeat.
"I admit defeat as well."
"I admit defeat."
..
All four of them admitted defeat!
Rong Hanming and Yao Hong suppressed the members of their groups with their abilities.
Only Long Fan made his opponents lose their fighting spirit with just a single sentence!
The appearance of an unrivaled legend was revealed in an instant.
Xi Ruolan looked at Long Fan from the side. There was a rare solemnity in her beautiful eyes.
The unrivaled legend of the Holy King among the disciples was also applicable among the management.
Long Fan was a legendary disciple of the Holy King!
"The fourth group …"
While everyone was feeling regretful, the most intense, most exciting and most anticipated battle had ended.
The following battles were dull and dull.
Long Fan closed his eyes completely and sat quietly.
In the remaining battles, there were usually opponents who were on par with each other.
Hence, the group battles were in a stalemate and they did not end as quickly as before.
The excitement of the spectators gradually decreased as the battles went on.
When the sixth group battles were carried out, many disciples who were tired took a short rest or whispered to each other.
Even though there were shouts coming from the arena, it was difficult to attract their attention.
"The tenth group!"
Unknowingly, it was the tenth group. At that moment, there were already signs of the spectators leaving the arena.
If the battles went on for too long and the battles were too frequent, anyone would lose their patience.
"The first battle, Cheng Hao versus Su Yu!"
After hearing this, the noisy and restless spectators who were whispering suddenly quietened down!
The pairs of eyes that had lost their patience regained their vigor.
"Cheng Hao? The Cheng Hao who could withstand ten moves from Rong Hanming, one of the Three Unmatched Holy Kings? "
"He is actually in the tenth group?"
"Interesting! It is rumored that he is the reserve of the Three Unmatched Holy Kings and he is also the person who has the highest hope of breaking the unrivaled legend of the Three Unmatched Holy Kings! "
"Yes, I have seen him fight before. Among the Seventh Level Holy Kings, other than the Three Unmatched Holy Kings with extraordinary abilities, no one can be compared to Cheng Hao."
Many disciples returned. The noisy arena gradually quietened down with the appearance of Cheng Hao.
Mo Wu creased her brows and was worried.
Even the Second Elder was worried for Su Yu.
Even she had heard of Cheng Hao's name before. He was a person with extraordinary talent and aptitude.
The unrivaled legend of the Holy King, Long Fan, heard Cheng Hao's name. His eyelids trembled and he slowly opened his eyes!
His dull eyes revealed a rare glimmer of light.
It was as if he had found a qualified opponent!
When his gaze landed on Cheng Hao's opponent, Su Yu, he shook his head. "This is the end for you."
Whoosh, whoosh —
Two figures flew into the arena at the same time.
On one side was Cheng Hao, who was dressed in luxurious clothes. On the other side was the devilishly handsome Su Yu.
"Cheng Hao has been in seclusion for a year. I wonder how his abilities are. I look forward to his battle with Rong Hanming again!"
"Yes, Cheng Hao could withstand ten moves from Rong Hanming in the past. I wonder how he will fare this time round."
"Haha, there is no hurry. Let's wait until he defeats Su Yu first. This Su Yu has been in the limelight recently. He fought his way up from a newcomer to the older generation of disciples. He can be considered a top figure."
"That's right. From the way he injured Liu Qian just now, his abilities should be at the level of a Seventh Level Upper Tier Holy King. In addition, according to the rumors, he is good at fighting those of a higher level. I think he can exchange a few moves with Cheng Hao."
"Haha, we can see how much Cheng Hao has improved in the past year. Su Yu is a good touchstone."
Many disciples were filled with anticipation as they competed to witness Cheng Hao's battle.
Cheng Hao had become famous at a young age. It was inevitable for him to be arrogant.
He, who was over twenty-five years old, could not help but crease his brows when he faced Su Yu, who was only fifteen years old.
He had heard of Su Yu's name. It was said that he was a cultivation genius who had appeared out of nowhere from the Outer Sanctum.
In just half a year, he had advanced from a Holy King to a Sixth Level Peak Holy King.
He had risen like a comet, creating a miracle that was difficult to surpass in the Outer Sanctum.
"Not bad." Cheng Hao examined Su Yu from head to toe for a long time before he spoke calmly.
Su Yu's gaze was far away. His expression was calm, like a calm lake in autumn and winter, without any ripples. "I will give you a chance to fight."
Even though his voice was calm, the arena was quiet and everyone heard him.
Everyone who heard him was shocked.
Even Rong Hanming would not dare to be so arrogant against Cheng Hao, right?
Was Su Yu overly confident because his abilities had increased tremendously?
Thinking back to the fact that he was only fifteen years old, everyone felt relieved and sighed.
"Even though he is talented, he is still a young man. It is difficult for him to keep his composure."
"It is better not to come to a conclusion. When he was fighting Liu Qian just now, all of you also felt that he was too arrogant. However, in reality, that was just the aura that Su Yu naturally exuded because of his powerful abilities."
The same performance. Long Fan, the legendary Holy King, was respected by everyone.
However, Su Yu was labeled as arrogant.
After hearing what was said, many people gradually became silent and stared at Su Yu.
"That is true. Su Yu might have something special about him. He should be able to fight against Cheng Hao."
On the arena, Cheng Hao creased his brows. "Don't you think that you are being too arrogant? I have seen many people like you … "
Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by a calm sigh. "You are too noisy! I have already given you a chance to fight. "
Cheng Hao's expression changed. Just as he was about to fly into a rage, he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen!
Lowering his head to take a look, his pupils dilated!
Unknowingly, a fist had landed on his abdomen!
The afterimages of the fist were extremely blurry. Only when he felt the pain did it gradually become clear.
At the same time, the arm and the owner of the arm, Su Yu, became clear!
At that moment, the sound of something breaking through the air finally arrived!
Su Yu had actually arrived one step ahead of the voice!
Wow —
The intense power of the fist pierced through his abdomen and rushed out from his back.
His internal organs shook violently. A mouthful of blood spurted out from Cheng Hao's mouth.
The intense energy engulfed his body and sent him flying several hundred meters away, crashing heavily into the spectator seats!
Cheng Hao's face was filled with shock. He could not believe that he had been defeated in such a manner!
He did not even have the chance to fight and was blasted off the arena by a punch!
No, to be more accurate, Cheng Hao did not even have the time to react!
That speed was even faster than the sound of something breaking through the air. Cheng Hao did not even have the chance to react!
The arena was silent for a long time. Finally, gasps could be heard!
Cheng Hao, who did not lose to Rong Hanming in ten moves, did not even have the chance to fight!
Su Yu calmly retracted his fist. The red light on his back dissipated. The outline of a pair of giant wings slowly disappeared.
Sweeping his gaze across, Su Yu's gaze landed on the other three participants from group 10. "Do you want to fight?" he asked indifferently.
"I … I admit defeat." The one who was hit swallowed hard and admitted defeat on the spot!
Even Cheng Hao had been defeated. What more could they do?
"I also admit defeat!"
"Me too."
The moment he entered the arena, he defeated his opponent with one move. The other three were intimidated and admitted defeat!
Such a domineering attitude shocked the entire arena!
They were speechless. The chapter that was scheduled to be uploaded yesterday had failed to be uploaded. They only realized it today when they returned.
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