Chapter 335

A Good Romance

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Everyone looked down on Ling Han. Although the power of his punch was very fierce, he had only killed a cultivator in the first layer of the Spiritual Pedestal Tier, unlike Quick Sword Yang Qi, who was famous and had killed who knew how many Spiritual Pedestal Tier cultivators in his hands.

"Yang Qi, kill him!"

"Don't disappoint us!"

On the stage, there were already fierce people shouting loudly. They had spent an Origin Crystal just to have a bloody battle.

Yang Qi was unmoved. He only stared at Ling Han, and said, "You are very strong, and qualified to make me fight you with my full strength."

"Oh, then do you have the right to make me fight you with my full strength?" Ling Han asked with a smile. To be honest, he really hoped that there would be someone in the Spiritual Pedestal Tier who could make him fight with his full strength. By now, he already felt that it was lonely at the top, and that life was as lonely as snow.

"Sword!" Yang Qi moved. Shua, a sword had appeared in his hand at some unknown time. The blade of the sword was as thin as a cicada's wings, and with a flick of his wrist, the tip of the sword had already appeared at Ling Han's left shoulder. It was indeed astonishingly fast.

"Too fast, as expected of the Quick Sword Yang Qi!"

"It's over, Han Lin is also going to be defeated by a single strike."

Everyone called out one after another. However, Yang Qi actually aimed for Ling Han's left shoulder and not the position of his heart, which made a lot of people disappointed. It would have been better if this strike had killed someone.

Ling Han smiled faintly, and with a grab of his right hand, Yang Qi's Wing Sword appeared in his hand.

Yang Qi's expression changed drastically. His sword was already so fast, so how did Yang Qi manage to grab it? He hurriedly withdrew his sword, confident that with the sharpness of the Snow Wing Sword, it would be enough to cut Ling Han's hand full of wounds.

But he immediately discovered that it was as if the Snow Wing Sword had taken root in Ling Han's hand, and actually did not move in the slightest.

Ling Han slowly raised his left fist.

Obviously, he was going to deliver a punch. Yang Qi was very clear that if he abandoned his sword and retreated at this moment, he should be able to avoid this punch, but as a swordsman, as long as he was alive, his sword would be there, and if his sword died, he would also die.

He did not abandon his sword, and only forcefully drew his sword out.

Unfortunately, though his cultivation level was in the sixth layer of the Spiritual Pedestal Tier, his power was actually not as strong as Ling Han's. No matter how hard he tried, he could not draw his sword out. His eyes turned cold, and he simply pushed his sword forward, wanting to pierce through Ling Han's left shoulder.

But this was also an extravagant hope.

Yang Qi was an elite swordsman, after all. With a loud shout, the tip of his sword actually shot out seven flashes of Sword Qi, which shot towards Ling Han.

With such a close distance, how could you dodge?

Ling Han revealed a smile, and did not dodge at all. He merely tilted his head slightly, not allowing the Sword Qi to hit his eyes. Shua, shua, shua, shua. The seven flashes of Sword Qi landed solidly on him, but he had already formed the Body of Iron Sheet, and his physique was comparable to forging materials of the same level. The seven flashes of Sword Qi did not even leave behind a single scar.

Pu.

Seeing this scene, everyone choked. What kind of frightening defensive power was that?

Sword Qi was formed from a martial artist's own power, their understanding of swordsmanship, and the carrier. Yang Qi was in the sixth layer of the Spiritual Pedestal Tier, so there was naturally no need to mention his power. It was definitely powerful, and he was able to form seven flashes of Sword Qi, so his understanding of swordsmanship was naturally not bad. Lastly, his Snow Wing Sword was a Level Five Spirit Tool, so it was definitely not weak.

But even so, it had not managed to leave a single wound on Ling Han's face!

"F * * *, is he still human?"

"Is the skin of this guy's face forged from rare metal? How is it that even this kind of Sword Qi could not damage it?"

"This kind of defense is practically enough to make one despair!"

"Who would be able to cut through this kind of defense?"

The spectators outside were all exclaiming in shock. Some people even held their faces in their hands, revealing expressions of complete disbelief.

But not everyone was like this. For example, Yang Jun Hao, Lu Yang, Zhu Xuan Er, and Yu Kun Lun all revealed expressions of belligerence. This kind of opponent was worth a fight. They all had sky-high confidence, and believed that they were definitely invincible in a battle of the same cultivation level.

Ling Han threw a punch, and with a peng, it landed on Yang Qi's face, instantly knocking him out. Yang Qi did not have any killing intent towards him, so he had also shown mercy.

"Han Lin wins!" the referee announced.

After defeating Yang Qi, though Ling Han did not manage to accumulate ten victories, the time limit had already reached one hour, so he naturally obtained the right to enter into the next round.

He descended from the tournament stage and returned to the arena. He could clearly feel a few pairs of eyes that were almost solid staring at him, causing him to feel a faint pain. This was not a physical pain, but a mental one. The fighting spirit of Yang Jun Hao and the others was too strong.

Ling Han only smiled calmly. Now, who else in the Spiritual Pedestal Tier could pose a threat to him? Unless the Sword Emperor or the Heavenly Phoenix Divine Maiden reappeared and returned to the Spiritual Pedestal Tier, then perhaps he would still have the right to fight.

After all, he could be a monster, and so could the Sword Emperor and the others. The Heaven's Sword Sect was an ancient great sect, and furthermore had connections with the Immortal Realm. In his last life, only seven people had advanced into the Heaven Tier, which showed how freakish the Sword Emperor and the others were.

On the third day, Ling Han did not appear in the Great Arena. He did not need to know what kind of elites there were among his opponents and observe their ultimate moves. In short, whoever appeared in front of him, he could send them flying with a single punch.

Another day passed, and the semi-finals began.

A total of 49 people had entered into the semi-finals, so in the first round, there would be 15 people who would have a bye and automatically enter into the second round, while the remaining 34 would have to battle it out for the seventeen places to advance.

However, who would have a bye would not be decided by drawing lots, but rather by the Jiang Clan. This was naturally unfair, but who asked them to be the one who held the tournament for a spouse, and so they had the right to decide?

Thus, people like Yu Kun Lun, Yang Jun Hao, Cao Tian Yi, and the other top rankers on the Prodigy Roll all had a bye without any suspense. Ling Han, Lu Yang, and the other young geniuses were the same. Obviously, they were favored by the Jiang Clan, and did not want them to be eliminated in the first round.

Unfortunately, the Jiang Clan only had one key. Otherwise, there would be quite a lot of marriageable women.

The first round of battles ended, and the full list of 32 people had also appeared. Though only men could participate in the tournament for a spouse, as long as they had this list, it would definitely be even more awesome than the current Prodigy Roll.

That was the top ten of several generations, and there was also a super freak like Ling Han. There was also another person who had attracted everyone's attention, but no one knew what he looked like.

That was because he was wearing a mask, but his figure was slightly thin and small, and he was obviously half a head shorter than the average person.

His name was Zhang San, but this was obviously a fake name.

Ling Han swept a glance over him, and could confirm that the other's cultivation was in the ninth layer of the Spiritual Pedestal Tier, and there was a faint aura that made him feel disgusted.

The second round of battles began, and Ling Han was the seventh to fight. His opponent was the White-Robed Sword King, Shen Zhong Cheng.

The first few battles ended very quickly, because the tournament organizers arranged for the strong to fight the weak as much as possible, and Ling Han against Shen Zhong Cheng … did they think that Ling Han had the absolute advantage, or was he at an absolute disadvantage?

Ling Han entered the ring and nodded at Shen Zhong Cheng. He still had a good impression of this swordsman.

"Please," Shen Zhong Cheng said solemnly. He had seen Ling Han fight before, and knew that Ling Han was very strong.

Ling Han clenched his fists, and said, "Please."

Shen Zhong Cheng drew his sword. Qiang, a flash of sword light soared into the skies, and in an instant, there were seven flashes of Sword Qi that swept towards Ling Han.

Ling Han's move was simple and violent. Facing it head-on, he raised his fists and punched out fiercely.

Peng, peng, peng, peng, with only seven consecutive punches, without even using Fist Qi, Shen Zhong Cheng's sword was sent flying by him, and he was defeated.

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