A Good Romance
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Although this was shameless, it was a reasonable use of the rules of the competition.
No one said that more than a dozen people couldn't work together, right?
The young man in green was very proud. He had already made up his mind. This time, he would win with the advantage of numbers. Next, he would use money to open the way and smash the opponents into admitting defeat. No matter what, he had to get a place to enter the fourth level.
He didn't need to think too much about what would happen next. But to be able to stand on the stage of the fourth level, he naturally had enough of the limelight.
Rich people could be so willful.
There were more than a hundred people in this group, and now there were more than a dozen people in a group. This kind of power was really big.
"Let's eliminate them first." A voice rang out.
Everyone heard it. Although there were more than a dozen people, there were more than a hundred of them. Could it be that a hundred people couldn't beat a dozen people?
"Go."
These people rushed forward one after another and surrounded the green-robed young man and his group to beat him up.
The young man in green was dumbfounded. He never thought that this would be the result.
There were more than a hundred people. How could a dozen people stop them?
When the audience saw this, they couldn't help but laugh.
It was rare to see such a scene. They clearly had the upper hand, but the situation was reversed in an instant.
That was why it was said that one had to be low-key. This was the result of being too high profile.
If the young man in green knew how to use a little strategy, or even if he didn't shout so arrogantly, he would just sweep the battle as soon as it started. With more than a dozen people working together, they would be able to instantly clear the field.
But now, they were going to be beaten like dogs.
Bang, bang, bang, bang. In a chaotic fight, the young man in green and the others were instantly beaten to a pulp. They were just relying on their numbers. They didn't have any outstanding experts who could turn the tide. How could they resist such a group fight?
The young man in green was beaten to the ground. God knows how many footprints were left on his body. He raised his head with difficulty and found the direction where the first sound came from. He saw a young man smiling at him.
He was instantly furious. This guy definitely did it on purpose.
Just you wait, I'll remember you.
Ling Han, meanwhile, sighed. In truth, he, too, only wanted to quietly be a handsome man, but who asked everyone to be in the same group? Even if he did not yell, in the end, he would still have to personally deal with the other party.
He might as well fan the fire and make it more lively.
Ling Han waved his hand and said with a smile, "Have a safe journey."
Peng, the azure-robed young man was violently sent flying out of the battle ring. According to the rules, he was disqualified from the competition.
The green-clothed young man trembled as he crawled to his feet. His face was covered in bruises, and he said hatefully, "We are enemies now! No one can play tricks on me, Shantian Wu!"
Ling Han frowned. He did not know why, but he hated this kind of surname. If he had known that the other party had such a hateful surname, he would not have let him escape so easily. He should have beaten him up again and again.
Don't worry, the other party obviously won't let this matter rest. I'll have more chances to beat him up in the future.
When Yamada Takeshi's group was completely cleared, the remaining hundred or so people actually cheered in unison. Some even hugged each other, appearing to be in harmony. It was impossible to believe that they were actually competitors.
"Ah! You're so despicable! You actually stabbed me!" someone suddenly screamed. He had just hugged someone, and in the end, a cold sword had been stabbed into his waist. Fortunately, Zhan Chen was too powerful, and he had only been heavily injured. He wouldn't die.
"My buttocks!" There was another person who was kicked out of the battle ring, holding his buttocks as he cried out in pain.
At first, they had still been in harmony, but now, they immediately turned hostile. It was very comical.
The spectators on the stage all laughed loudly. They felt that this group's battle was really too hilarious. Meanwhile, the Heavenly Phoenix Divine Maiden smiled bitterly. As long as her husband was present, it seemed like even the most serious matter would turn into a farce.
Ling Han scratched his head. He really hadn't done anything. He had only yelled at the top of his lungs.
"Pretty boy, get out!" A middle-aged man brandished a large saber and slashed over. They were all Severing Mundane Tiers here, yet they were fighting in a small area. Actually, merely the shock waves from the battle were enough to make one suffer.
This person's physique was very strong. His skin exuded a faint silver luster under the impact of the shock waves from the battle, and it was as if he had transformed into a silver god of war. With a force that could shatter the heavens and rend the earth, he swept towards Ling Han.
"Careful of your feet," Ling Han said smilingly.
What?
The middle-aged man faltered slightly. 'I'm slashing over, yet you're telling me to be careful of my feet? What do you mean, brat? Has your head been kicked by a donkey?'
He thought, but the saber in his hand didn't even pause, and continued to slash towards Ling Han's neck.
When he saw that the blade was about to slash towards Ling Han's neck, he couldn't help but show an expression of joy. He was definitely going to succeed.
But right at this moment, he saw Ling Han raise his hand, and give a light brush. He didn't make any big movements, but the saber that he had slashed out suddenly changed direction, and slashed towards the ground.
Coincidentally, he just happened to have shot out, and stepped down with his left foot. This saber strike landed on the surface of his left foot.
"Ah!" The middle-aged man instantly screamed. This saber strike was very powerful, and he had imbued all of his Regulations with it. With a single strike, half of his entire foot was severed. Pu, blood spurted out.
'Careful of your feet,' so this was what it meant.
He stared blankly at Ling Han. There was no such coincidental thing in this world. Ling Han's casual words just happened to have guessed the ending.
His opponent's strength was so strong that it defied the natural order. That was why he could control everything, and make everything develop according to his will.
The middle-aged man's forehead was filled with cold sweat. Fortunately, his opponent had only let this saber strike his foot, and not his little brother. He was already being merciful.
"Many thanks!" He left behind these words, and hurriedly ran out of the battle ring.
On the stage, everyone was both confused and amused. How could there be such a person? Just a moment ago, he had been aggressively swinging his saber to slash at someone, yet in the end, he had slashed at his own foot, and then he thanked his opponent. It was practically ridiculous.
"Hehe, this is because that young man is very strong. That's why that saber-wielder would slash at the instep of his own foot, and still have to thank him for not killing him," a young man explained. Though he had said that Ling Han was very strong, his expression was one of arrogance.
"Yi, that's the prodigy of the Cheng Clan, Cheng Fengyun!"
"He's really incredible. It's said that he's almost become a king tier."
"Since he said that the young man is very strong, he must be very strong!"
The bystanders were all discussing spiritedly. Someone boldly asked, "Young Master Cheng, why aren't you participating? Also, if you were to go up against that young man, what are your chances of victory?"
Cheng Fengyun's expression was filled with pride, and he answered, "100%!" Though Ling Han was very strong, in his eyes, he was only so-so. As for why he wasn't participating, that was a joke. This time, even Zhao Qingfeng had come, and with a single battle, he had forced three Holy Sons to leave with their tails between their legs. What kind of strength was that?
Anyone who participated in the competition would be trampled on by Zhao Qingfeng, so why should he seek his own humiliation?
He was already very famous, and had no need to use this kind of martial arts competition to raise his own reputation.
"Young Master Cheng, in your opinion, can this young man emerge victorious from this group?" another person asked.
Cheng Fengyun thought for a moment, shook his head, and said, "Impossible! Right now, he has shown too much of his abilities, and will definitely be targeted by the combined efforts of the others. Wanting to emerge victorious will be as difficult as ascending to the heavens."
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