A Good Romance
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"Ling Han wins," the judge announced loudly.
Zuo Jian lay on the ground, his heart dead.
After preparing for so long, he thought that he could rise to fame overnight, but it turned out that he had a bad start, often making heroes weep.
Ling Han went off to rest. When the first round was over, the eight contestants immediately began the second round of elimination.
About an hour later, the second round began.
The main reason was that there were two people who fought too long in the first round, and everyone was waiting for them. Otherwise, the other seven groups would have already finished their battles.
Ling Han's second opponent was the victor of the battle of attrition.
Both he and his opponent in the last round were good at defense. If the judge hadn't ordered them to attack each other, they would have both been eliminated. In fact, it would have been far from over an hour.
If it was just defense, the consumption of energy was very small, and it was very durable.
"Begin," the judge said.
Ling Han's opponent had no intention of attacking. He tried to shrink his body to reduce the area of defense.
His strategy was to exhaust Ling Han until he used up all of his energy. Then he would win.
This was called the Turtle School of Defense.
Ling Han smiled and said, "It's good that you don't want to fight. Let me."
He clenched his fist and punched at his opponent.
That person crossed his arms in front of his chest to protect himself.
Bam!
The punch landed, and that person was immediately sent flying. Then, he lay on the ground, unable to get up again.
"Ling Han wins."
The spectators were all surprised. They didn't expect Ling Han to win so easily.
His opponent specialized in defense, but he couldn't even take a punch.
What kind of power was that?
"He's this year's dark horse."
"Yes, his strength is amazing. Don't underestimate him."
"He might enter the finals."
"He got second place in his first year. That's not easy."
Everyone discussed. They were very optimistic about Ling Han's strength, but no one thought he had a chance to win against Tuoba Tianhuang.
After winning two matches, Ling Han had already advanced into the top eight. He only needed to win two more matches, and he would be able to stand out from the upper half of the group.
At this point, there were no more mediocre opponents. His next opponent was actually a woman.
"Begin," the judge said.
The woman was dressed in red. Her beautiful eyes were like a painting, and she was extremely moving. She bowed slightly to Ling Han and said, "Mister, can you let me in? I have always had a wish, that is to see Lord Tian Huang up close, can you fulfill my wish?"
Ling Han shook his head. "No!"
The red-clothed woman sighed. "This answer really disappoints me." With a shake of her arms, a crescent moon scimitar appeared in each of her hands.
Weapons could be used in the competition, but they couldn't be ancient artifacts. Otherwise, it wouldn't be a competition of individual strength, but a clan's heritage.
Ling Han did not mind. After he released his strength, the threat of weapons would be greatly reduced. After all, external objects were not as good as his own fists and feet.
His pair of iron fists was enough to level the world.
The woman in red shouted and brandished her dual blades to kill Ling Han.
Ling Han didn't move. He waited for his opponent to enter his attack range before punching out.
Bang, under the crushing force of hundreds of thousands of pounds, the woman's techniques were all useless. Under the crushing force of absolute power, everything was nothing.
The woman was instantly sent flying. Her dual blades also flew out of her hands, one to the left and one to the right. Shua, they flew towards the viewing platform, causing a series of exclamations.
Ling Han won again.
He had entered the top four.
Soon, his last opponent also stood in front of him, but he still defeated her with a single punch.
This caused a heated discussion among the audience.
"No matter who his opponent is, he defeated him with one punch. He's so strong."
"He might even pose a threat to Tuoba Tianhuang."
"What a joke, Tuoba Tianhuang is an existence. Even ten Ling Han's together can't be Lord Tian Huang's match."
"That's right, you're thinking too much. No matter who enters the finals, no matter how stunning, it will only serve as a foil to Lord Tian Huang's strength."
"Lord Tian Huang's strength has long surpassed reason."
In the end, everyone agreed that it was impossible for Ling Han to shake Tuoba Tianhuang's position.
The top half's finalists had already appeared. As for the bottom half's finalists, they would only be decided in the afternoon.
After lunch, the second half's elimination matches immediately began.
Ling Han also stayed behind. He wanted to see what this legendary Tuoba Tianhuang looked like.
At the start of the match, Ling Han saw a tall and slender young man with long hair like a waterfall, bright eyebrows, and bright eyes. He had an indescribable elegance, and as soon as he appeared, he became the center of attention, firmly grabbing everyone's gazes.
Tuoba Tianhuang.
Without anyone's introduction, Ling Han was certain that this was Tuoba Tianhuang.
Sure enough, as soon as this person appeared on stage, he received a tsunami of cheers. The entire Martial Art Stadium was chanting one name, incomparably orderly.
Tuoba, Tian Huang.
Unfortunately, Ling Han did not see Tuoba Tianhuang make a move, because every person who encountered Tuoba Tianhuang would automatically concede.
Surrendering without a fight was a great humiliation to a cultivator, but these people did not receive any boos, as if this was a matter of course.
Just like this, Tuoba Tianhuang entered the finals without a fight.
In terms of difficulty, Tuoba Tianhuang had already crushed Ling Han.
Then tomorrow it would be.
Ling Han's interest was piqued. Originally, there was no one in the twelve meridians that could be his match. Perhaps Tuoba Tianhuang would give him a pleasant surprise, or perhaps the other had also opened a hidden meridian?
Returning to his residence, Ling Han continued to sense the third meridian. He had a feeling that breaking through fifteen meridians was just around the corner.
However, today's match was a great blow to the little attendant.
Although she was full of confidence in Ling Han, the atmosphere of the entire Martial Art Stadium was one-sided by Tuoba Tianhuang.
This made the little maid uneasy, full of worry.
If he lost, how great of a blow would Young Master suffer?
She did not dare to think about it.
Ling Han cultivated until midnight. His body suddenly shook, a look of pleasant surprise on his face.
He had found the third meridian!
Unfortunately, without the supply of mystical power of heaven and earth, he could not open this meridian. He could only wait.
Early the next morning, Ling Han woke up early and waited for the sun to rise. He immediately began to break through fifteen meridians.
In just a few minutes, this meridian was suddenly opened. Next was the matter of broadening it.
Ling Han practiced for a full half an hour before stopping.
It was time to get the prize.
Ling Han was full of anticipation. How much could a Mystical Cloud Fruit increase his mental power, and whether it could allow him to reach the intermediate level?
He did not consider the possibility of losing to Tuoba Tianhuang at all.
"Call Snow, bring that chair. Someone wants to eat it today," Ling Han said.
"Oh." Call Snow did not sleep well the whole night. She had two dark circles under her eyes. She carried the chair from the City Lord Residence and ran after Ling Han.
Reading on the phone was more refreshing.
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