The Martial Arts Circle Convention had finally ushered in an exciting moment, which was the final battle of the Ranking List of Young Masters.
The Martial Arts Square was boiling, and it was several times livelier than a few days ago.
On the central platform, Wu Xu said loudly, "After half a month of screening, it's finally the time that everyone is looking forward to."
"The final battle of the Ranking List of Young Masters will be based on points, which means that the final ranking will be based on the number of points."
"Everyone will have ten battles. Two points will be awarded for each victory and one point will be deducted for each loss. After the proposal of the representatives of various forces, this competition will not be divided into batches and will end in the shortest time."
"Let's not talk nonsense and start the competition."
As soon as Wu Xu's voice fell.
Boom! Enthusiastic cheers erupted from the spectator stands. Everyone was cheering for the person they supported.
Among them, Zhao Jiuzhou and Changle Heaven's Ranking List of Young Masters were the most popular. Of course, Shenlang's voice was not weak either, because they were the favorites to win the championship this time.
However, relatively speaking, Zhao Jiuzhou's voice was the most popular, because Zhao Jiuzhou was known as the Invincible God of War among the younger generation.
"The first battle, Lei Ming against Han Fei."
"The second battle, Changle Heaven against Li Ming."
"The third battle …"
As Wu Xu read out the battle list one by one, the cheers became even more intense.
Li Ming stood up from the audience with a wry smile and said dejectedly, "Ah, what bad luck. I met a monster in the first battle."
Li Ming flew to the stage and looked at Changle Heaven, who was wearing a Taoist robe, with a delicate face and a long sword on his back. He spread out his hands and said, "Little Spiritual Master, please show mercy."
Changle Heaven smiled. "Brother Li, how have you been?"
Li Ming raised his head and took a sip of wine. "I was fine before, but I've been fine since I met you."
The battle between Li Ming and Changle Heaven was the most attractive battle of the ten stages.
Because they were the only top twenty on the Ranking List of Young Masters to fight.
Changle Heaven, second on the Human Ranking List, Li Ming, seventeenth on the Human Ranking List.
Although the ranking was very different, Li Ming still had a chance of winning. After all, it had been a year since the last Ranking List of Young Masters. Li Ming's strength would certainly have improved.
On the other hand, Chang Le Tian should not have made much progress, because Chang Le Tian was already at the peak of the Innate Stage in the previous Mortal Ranking. If Chang Le Tian continued to improve, he would be half a step into the Void Transformation Stage, and in that case, Chang Le Tian would not be able to participate in the Mortal Ranking.
Li Ming slowly hung the wine flask on his waist. He gripped the hilt of his sword and looked at Chang Letian solemnly.
Chang Letian looked at Li Ming's serious expression and shook his head with a smile. "Brother Li, I'm going to make my move."
"Not good!"
When Chang Letian's voice fell, Li Ming had a bad feeling and hurriedly rushed to the side.
Just as Li Ming dodged, Chang Letian's figure appeared where Li Ming was standing just now.
Looking at Li Ming who had retreated to the side, Chang Letian smiled and said, "Brother Li has become stronger again."
"But it's still a bit lacking!"
As Chang Letian's voice fell, Chang Letian actually disappeared again. Almost no one saw how Chang Letian disappeared, only a shadow flashed past.
In the next moment, Chang Letian's figure appeared beside Li Ming. Chang Letian's finger was like a sword as he gently tapped Li Ming's forehead.
Li Ming felt the throbbing between his brows and laughed bitterly: "I lost."
Chang Letian was too strong, he didn't even have the chance to use the Azure Lotus Sword Song.
Chang Letian slowly retracted his finger and bowed, "Brother Li, thank you for letting me win."
"Too strong, too strong. Li Ming couldn't even withstand one move from Little Zhenren."
"Although Li Ming is only ranked 17th on the Ranking List of Young Masters, he's not considered weak. He's considered a top expert on the Ranking List of Young Masters, but he couldn't withstand one move from Little Zhenren. The gap between them is huge."
"This time, Little Zhenren is even more terrifying than the previous Ranking List of Young Masters."
Hearing the discussions of the crowd, Shenlang frowned slightly. Little Zhenren was indeed very powerful. The simple Daoist Leap Step allowed him to use the power of a high-level cultivation technique.
Daoist Leap Step was an introductory Daoist Leap Step. Only by cultivating Daoist Leap Step could one cultivate a high-level Daoist Leap Step.
However, this introductory Daoist Leap Step was used by Little Zhenren to perfection. Perhaps even Feng An, who specialized in Daoist Leap Step, couldn't compare to him.
If one didn't have a faster movement technique than Chang Letian, one shouldn't compete with him in speed. Otherwise, one would lose miserably.
The moment Chang Letian stepped down from the stage, everyone looked at him in awe.
The skinny "Iron Fan Young Master" Wang Yu looked at Chang Letian with a serious expression and whispered, "He's stronger again."
In the distance, "Blood Shadow Saber" Dai Chong also looked at Chang Letian with a serious expression. He felt that even if he was replaced by Li Ming, he might not be any better than Li Ming.
This was because Chang Letian's strength had already reached the peak of the Precelestial Stage. As long as Chang Letian's strength improved a little, he would be able to advance to half-step Void Transformation Stage.
Although the battles on the other Contest Ring weren't as fast as Chang Letian's, they weren't much slower.
Finally, in the fourth round, it was Shenlang's turn to go on stage.
Shen Lang's opponent was a martial artist named Yang Yuan. Yang Yuan held a long saber in his hand and was about thirty years old. His strongest move was a saber technique called Tyrant Saber Chop, which belonged to the category of wide-open and wide-open techniques.
Yang Yuan was not one of the original rankers on the Mortal Ranking, but a dark horse that had entered the finals.
As soon as he got on stage, Yang Yuan quickly retreated, wanting to increase the distance between him and Shenlang. He was afraid that Shenlang would suddenly disappear and appear in front of him to give him a blow.
The most impressive thing about Shenlang was that domineering Dragon-shaped Zhen Qi and his extremely fast speed.
Shenlang looked at Yang Yuan strangely and stood there without moving.
Only when Yang Yuan had retreated to a safe distance did he stop retreating. Holding his long blade with both hands, he sent out three blade lights at Ye Chen's location.
Seeing the blade light released by Yang Yuan, Shenlang shook his head. With a twist of his fingers, the three blade lights were shattered by the protective Zhen Qi that Shenlang released before they could even reach him.
Shenlang did not want to play with Yang Yuan anymore, so he threw a punch at Yang Yuan from afar.
Boom!
The Contest Ring shook and Yang Yuan felt a gust of wind blowing against his face. Before he could react, he was knocked off the stage by Shenlang's punch.
The battle between Shenlang and Yang Yuan was a bit out of everyone's expectations. It wasn't that Shenlang had defeated Yang Yuan that surprised them, but that Shenlang had defeated Yang Yuan in such a violent way.
He hadn't relied on his speed or his Golden Dragon Transformation. Instead, he had relied on his incomparably dense true energy to forcefully knock Yang Yuan off the stage.
However, no matter how amazing Shenlang was, it wouldn't cause too much surprise to the spectators. Since Shenlang's appearance, they were already numb to it.
The fifth, sixth, and seventh rounds didn't have any big clashes. They were purely oppressive. It was the top twenty of the Mortal List bullying the weaker ones.
Because everyone had to fight ten rounds, Shenlang's chances were very few. Now that he had won a round, Wu Xu had to prepare the next one for him. That person couldn't be too weak, and it couldn't be Zhao Jiuzhou or the others. Wu Xu had prepared these experts for the finale. As the host, Wu Xu naturally had the right to arrange the battles.
In the eighth round, the highlight finally appeared.
"Gao Jianli VS Jiang Hao."
Jiang Hao was the youth who had defeated Iron Leg Wang Fei with a powerful leg art.
The battle between Gao Jianli and Jiang Hao was very interesting because both of them were representatives of the dark horses.
Gao Jianli, also known as "Icy Frost", was one of Shenlang's two top fighters. He had a handsome face and a cold temperament. The Ice Sword in his hand could release an extremely cold power. When he attacked, it was as if a river had been frozen.
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