A Good Romance
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About a day later, the top eight had been determined, and the matchups for the next round were also determined.
In the upper bracket, Ling Han versus Hong Ma, and Long Xiangyue versus Cheng Zhi. In the lower bracket, Gu Daoyi versus Zi Chenfeng, and Cheng Xiaofan versus Dang Da.
Four matches would be held simultaneously.
"Brother Ling …" Hong Ma was dressed in a snow-white linen robe, and he held a horsetail whisk in his hand. He appeared extremely elegant. He nodded slightly at Ling Han, not showing any anger. It was as if he were a person who had attained Dao, and his body was glowing with divine light.
Ling Han nodded, clasped his hands, and said, "Brother Hong."
"I will only use three moves. If Brother Ling can withstand them, I will turn around and leave," Hong Ma said with a serious expression. "If Brother Ling can't …"
"I will also turn around and leave," Ling Han said with a smile.
"It's a deal." Hong Ma nodded.
For supreme king tiers like them, it was completely possible for them to fight for 10 days to half a month, or even 10 to 20 years before a victor was determined. Now, however, there was a limit of three moves. This would definitely be extremely dangerous.
Because the following battles would only become more and more difficult, it was best to end this battle as quickly as possible. That way, the price they had to pay would naturally be as small as possible.
Three moves might not determine victory or defeat, but would instead determine who had the upper hand. However, it would also be enough to determine the final outcome of the battle.
Hong Ma waved his horsetail whisk, and muttered something. Suddenly, a white stone statue appeared behind him. It was only nine meters tall, and its figure was plump and lifelike.
Since there was a limit of three moves to determine the victor, then these three moves would definitely be powerful moves. There would be sufficient time to accumulate power. Otherwise, who would have so much time to prepare in a battle of attrition?
Ling Han remained calm and collected. His physique was too terrifying, and there was also a killing formation inscribed in his body that could be activated at any time. He didn't need to deliberately prepare.
He observed Hong Ma. All techniques in the world could be used as a reference. He was ambitious, and he wanted to fuse all Regulations into the Lightning Sword Technique so that it would be unique in the Celestial Realm, perhaps even peerless.
Weng! A terrifying aura circulated around the stage, and the white stone statue behind Hong Ma suddenly opened its eyes. Instantly, its aura skyrocketed a hundredfold, and it was as if a sage had descended upon the stage. Crack, crack, crack! The entire stage trembled, and cracks appeared beneath it. It was completely unable to withstand such an aura.
Even though they were separated by a layer of restriction, they could still feel that terrifying aura. Everyone turned pale with fright. Against such a powerful aura, they couldn't even make a move. They would definitely lose.
"The might of a Saint!"
"This is the real deal. This is the pressure of a Sage."
"With a single thought, I can destroy mountains and rivers, and overturn oceans."
'But why would it appear on an Eternal River Tier cultivator? Unless he used the decree of a Saint? But firstly, there's a rule that only the Sage's decree can't be used in the competition. Secondly, I didn't see him take it out. "
Everyone was puzzled. This was beyond their understanding.
Ling Han also frowned. If Hong Ma could really summon a Sage, then he definitely wouldn't stand a chance against him. But if the other party was really that fierce, would he have been forced to crawl through the dog hole back then?
Only he, Empress Luan Xing, and Jiuyao would be spared.
This was most likely just an empty shell, just like the Notionless Saint.
Ling Han steeled his resolve, and he took the initiative to charge forward.
This rendered everyone speechless. What was this guy's brain made of? He actually dared to attack a "Saint"? He really didn't take Saints seriously.
Ling Han charged over, and Hong Ma humphed softly as he raised a finger. The stone statue behind him also pointed a finger, and a beam of light instantly shot toward Ling Han. Saintly might permeated the air, and so what if he was a king tier? His battle prowess would be reduced by 30-40%.
Ling Han laughed loudly. If his opponent truly possessed the power of a Saint, then he would be able to suppress him with a single thought. Why bother?
He unleashed heaven's might to resist the saintly might.
Was a Saint more powerful than the heavens?
The answer was obviously no.
Heaven's might spread out, and the saintly might was instantly suppressed. However, it was only repelled two or three feet away from Ling Han, and it didn't dissipate. After all, Ling Han's cultivation level wasn't high enough, so he could only repel the saintly might without affecting himself. However, he couldn't affect Hong Ma in return, either.
But that didn't matter. He was powerful himself, not heaven's might.
Fight!
Ling Han charged forward, and he brandished his fists in succession. Sword qi surged forth.
Hong Ma couldn't help but reveal a look of astonishment. Summoning the virtual image of a Saint was one of his most powerful techniques. Under the influence of a Saint's aura, all cultivators would have their cultivation level suppressed, and their battle prowess would plummet.
However, his opponent's heavenly might was actually so powerful that it could even block his saintly might.
As expected of a top-notch king tier. His ascension to the peak in the Sunken Abyss Valley definitely wasn't a fluke.
Hong Ma launched a counterattack. Boom! They exchanged a blow.
Both of them retreated rapidly, and they stood there without moving.
"Who has the upper hand?"
"You guys … Hong Ma's hand …"
"You guys … Hong Ma's hand …"
Everyone looked over, and they saw that a drop of blood was condensing on Hong Ma's hand. However, it didn't fall off.
Hong Ma had been injured by this attack, even though it wasn't a serious injury.
Hong Ma's expression was solemn, and he said, "The second move …" He stretched out his right hand, and his entire hand became as white as jade. In fact, it even became transparent. One could clearly see stars twinkling within his hand, and a silver river running through it.
The virtual image of a Saint was still present. This was the combination of two ultimate techniques.
Ling Han was as calm as ever, and he waited for his opponent to finish accumulating power.
"Die!" This time, it was Hong Ma's turn to take the initiative to attack. He struck out with his palm. Hu! His jade-white palm transformed into a star that descended from the sky. It was as if he wanted to suppress Ling Han with his overwhelming aura.
Ling Han flicked his fingers, and sword Qi shot forth.
The Lightning Sword Technique was extremely domineering, and the descending star was instantly shattered into pieces by the sword Qi.
However, a cold smile appeared on Hong Ma's face. How could his powerful technique be neutralized so easily?
Boom! The shattered star transformed into countless meteors, and they continued to hurtle toward Ling Han. Their might wasn't reduced in the slightest.
Right!
Hong Ma was extremely confident. He pressed his right hand down, and he accelerated the descent of the shattered star toward Ling Han. However, it only took an instant for a look of astonishment to appear on his face. This was because the shattered star was actually disintegrating!
It wasn't disintegrating like a meteor. Rather, it was disintegrating from its very foundation. It decayed and turned into dust, and it no longer possessed any might.
Boom!
Hong Ma's palm descended, and a cloud of dust flew into the air. However, it didn't even harm a single hair on Ling Han's head.
It was clear who was stronger.
Previously, Ling Han had been the main attacker, and Hong Ma's hand had been injured. However, now that it was Hong Ma's turn to attack, Ling Han was completely unscathed.
There was still one more move. If they were still evenly matched, then Hong Ma would have no choice but to admit defeat.
Hong Ma was extremely solemn. He didn't think that he would be able to suppress Ling Han with his second move. However, in his opinion, even if Ling Han could block it, he would still be flustered. However, Ling Han was far too calm and unruffled.
He had to use his true trump card. Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to defeat Ling Han.
He shook his horsetail whisk. Weng! Divine patterns suddenly blossomed on the horsetail whisk. As it turned out, it was a precious tool!
Pseudo-Saint Tool!
Although Hong Ma was only at the Eternal River Tier, and thus couldn't unleash the full might of a Pseudo-Saint Tool, he could still unleash the might of an elite at the peak stage of the high extreme of the Eternal River Tier. He refused to believe that he couldn't suppress an elite at the low extreme of the Eternal River Tier.
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