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, some fierce people already shouted loudly. They spent one Origin Crystal just to fight a bloody battle.
Yang Qi was unmoved, only staring at Ling Han, and said, "You're very strong, qualified for me to fight with my full strength."
"Oh, then do you have the right to make me fight with my full strength?" Ling Han said with a smile. To be honest, he really hoped that there was someone in the Spiritual Pedestal Tier that could make him fight with his full strength. He already felt lonely at the top, and life was as lonely as snow.
"Sword …" Yang Qi attacked. Shua, a sword appeared in his hand at some point. The blade was as thin as a cicada's wing, and with a flick of his wrist, the tip of the sword appeared at Ling Han's left shoulder. It was shockingly fast.
"Too fast, as expected of Quick Sword Yang Qi!"
"It's over, Han Lin is also going to be defeated by a single strike."
Everyone shouted, but Yang Qi actually aimed at Ling Han's left shoulder and not his heart, which disappointed many people. It would be better if this strike killed someone.
Ling Han smiled slightly and grabbed with his right hand, and Yang Qi's Wing Sword appeared in his hand.
Yang Qi's expression changed drastically. His sword was already so fast, so how did Ling Han catch it? He hurriedly drew his sword, confident that with the Snow Wing Sword's sharpness, it was enough to cut Ling Han's hand full of wounds.
However, he immediately discovered that the Snow Wing Sword seemed to have taken root in Ling Han's hand and actually didn't move at all.
Ling Han slowly raised his left fist.
Obviously, he was going to throw a punch. Yang Qi knew that if he abandoned his sword and retreated, he should be able to avoid this punch, but as a swordsman, he lived with his sword, and if the sword died, he died.
He didn't abandon his sword, and only forcefully drew his sword.
Unfortunately, although he had the cultivation of the sixth layer of the Spiritual Pedestal Tier, his power was actually not as strong as Ling Han's, and he couldn't draw his sword no matter what. His eyes turned cold, and he simply pushed his sword forward, wanting to pierce through Ling Han's left shoulder.
However, this was also an extravagant hope.
After all, Yang Qi was an expert in the way of the sword. With a loud shout, seven streams of sword Qi shot out from the tip of his sword towards Ling Han.
How can you hide when you're so close?
Ling Han smiled and didn't dodge at all. He just tilted his head slightly and didn't let the sword Qi hit his eyes. Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh. The seven flashes of Sword Qi landed solidly on him, but he had already cultivated Iron Sheet Body, and his physique was comparable to forging materials of the same level. The seven flashes of Sword Qi did not even leave a scratch on him.
Seeing this scene, everyone choked. What kind of frightening defensive power was that?
Sword Qi was composed of a martial artist's own strength, their understanding of the Sword Dao, and the carrier. Yang Qi was in the sixth layer of the Spiritual Pedestal Tier, so there was naturally no need to talk about his power. He was definitely very powerful, and being able to form seven flashes of Sword Qi, his understanding of the way of the sword 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 didn't manage to leave a single wound on Ling Han's face …
"F * * *, is he still human?"
"Is this guy's skin made from rare metal? How can it not be damaged by even this kind of Sword Qi?"
"This kind of defense really makes one despair!"
"Who can cut through this kind of defense?"
The spectators outside the ring all cried out 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 battle thirst. This kind of opponent was worth fighting. They all had sky-high confidence, believing that they were absolutely invincible in a battle of the same cultivation level.
Ling Han threw a punch, and with a peng, it smashed onto Yang Qi's face, instantly knocking him out. Yang Qi didn't have any killing intent towards him, so he also showed mercy.
"Han Lin wins!" the referee announced.
After defeating Yang Qi, though Ling Han didn't manage to accumulate ten victories, the time had already reached an hour, so he naturally obtained the right to enter the next round.
He left the tournament stage and returned to the ring. He could clearly feel a few solid gazes staring at him, causing him to feel a faint pain. This wasn't physical pain, but on a spiritual level. The fighting spirit of Yang Jun Hao and the others was too strong.
Ling Han only smiled faintly. Now, who else in the Spiritual Pedestal Tier could pose a threat to him? Unless the Sword Emperor and the Heavenly Phoenix Divine Maiden reappeared and returned to the Spiritual Pedestal Tier, then perhaps he would have the right to fight.
After all, he could be freakish, and so could the Sword Emperor and the others. The Heaven's Sword Sect was an ancient great sect that had connections with the realm of immortals. In his last life, only seven people advanced into the Heaven Tier, which showed how freakish the Sword Emperor and the others were.
On the third day, Ling Han didn't appear in the Great Arena. He didn't need to know which elites were among his opponents and observe their ultimate moves. In short, whoever appeared in front of him, he could send them flying with a punch.
Another day passed, and the semi-finals began.
A total of 49 people entered the semi-finals, so in the first round, 15 people would have a bye and automatically enter 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 was not decided by drawing lots, but by the Jiang Clan. This was obviously unfair, but who asked them to hold the tournament for a spouse, so they had all the right to interpret?
Thus, Yu Kun Lun, Yang Jun Hao, Cao Tian Yi, and the other first places on the old and new Prodigy Roll all had a bye without any suspense. Ling Han, Lu Yang, and other young geniuses were the same. Obviously, they were favored by the Jiang Clan, not wanting them to be eliminated in the first round.
Unfortunately, the Jiang Clan only had one key, or else there would be quite a lot of marriageable girls.
The first round ended, and the list of 32 people appeared. Although only men could participate in the tournament for a spouse, this list was definitely more awesome than this Prodigy Roll.
There were several generations of top ten, and there was also a super freak like Ling Han. There was also one person who attracted everyone's attention, but no one knew what he looked like.
Because he wore a mask, his figure was slightly thin, and he was obviously half a head shorter than normal people.
His name was Zhang San, which was obviously a fake name.
Ling Han swept a glance over him, and was certain that he was in the ninth layer of the Spiritual Pedestal Tier, faintly emitting an aura that made him loathe.
The second round 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 organizers arranged the strong to fight the weak as much as possible, and Ling Han against Shen Zhong Cheng. Did they think that Ling Han had an absolute advantage, or an absolute disadvantage?
Ling Han entered the ring and nodded at Shen Zhong Cheng. He 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 powerful.
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 seven flashes of Sword Qi instantly appeared, sweeping towards Ling Han.
Ling Han's move was simple yet violent. He faced it head-on, raising his fists and striking 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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