On the eighth ring of the Hidden Dragon Fortress!
Yu Haoran's arrogant and rude behavior was considered normal by the spectators.
After all, only Sun Mingze who was ranked 39th, Li Wenyuan who was ranked 73rd, Feng Yuhai who was ranked 87th, and Shi Yanyu who was ranked 102nd were the only four people who could really threaten him in Arena No. 8.
According to the rules of the first round of the semi-finals, only ten people needed to stay in the ring at the end of the round to participate in the second round of the semi-finals directly.
Therefore, Yu Haoran and the other four who obviously had an absolute advantage in terms of strength could choose to watch the battle from the sidelines and wait for the final result of the round to win easily.
However, to the contestants in the ring, Yu Haoran's arrogant and rude behavior aroused their dissatisfaction.
However, facing Yu Haoran who was ranked eighth on the leaderboard and had a reputation that shook the Tianxuan Continent, no matter how dissatisfied they were in their hearts, no one dared to reprimand him, let alone provoke him.
After all the contestants had entered the ring, a hundred milky white energy suddenly shot out from the leaderboard above the square.
The milky white energy landed on different rings and instantly enveloped the entire ring, forming a defensive shield that could block the penetration of strength and Divine Telekinesis.
This was because many of the top and peerless powerhouses in the spectator stands were related to the contestants in the ring by blood and kinship.
If they did not set up a defensive shield that could block the penetration of strength and Divine Telekinesis, no one could guarantee that there would not be people who would secretly help their relatives and juniors.
Yu Haoran had no choice but to withdraw his Divine Telekinesis that was watching Qin Lingfei and the others' matches. He only kept a Divine Telekinesis that was monitoring his opponents in the ring and then continued to immerse himself in the comprehension of the Ancestral Sorcerer's martial skills.
Just as the hundred milky white energy formed a defensive shield, a majestic voice suddenly came from the leaderboard above the square.
"Let the battle begin!"
The contestants who had learned about the previous Hidden Dragon Ranking battles were not surprised by the voice coming from the leaderboard at all. They began to use their martial skills to attack the opponents that they had already chosen.
For a moment, a deafening roar came from the central square.
What was different from the intense fighting in the other arenas was that the atmosphere in arena number eight was a little strange.
Perhaps because of Yu Haoran's example, Sun Mingze, Li Wenyuan, Feng Yuhai, and Shi Yanyu, who were ranked in the top 100, also retreated to the corners of the ring, looking on with folded arms.
"The ranking on the list doesn't represent one's true strength."
Yu Haoran's arrogant and rude behavior had already aroused the anger of many of the contestants present. The actions of Sun Mingze and the other three were equivalent to adding fuel to the fire.
A peak genius expert who had reached the peak of the ninth grade Martial Saint Realm was unable to endure the humiliation of being looked down upon. He took the risk and stepped forward.
"So, why don't we join forces and chase these five arrogant and rude fellows out of the arena first, and then rely on our strength to fight for the top ten spots? What do you think?"
In fact, more than two hundred contestants present were already infuriated by the arrogant and rude behavior of Yu Haoran and the other four. They just did not explode because of the fear in their hearts.
Now, when they saw that someone had taken the initiative to form an alliance, except for a dozen contestants who had a complicated mind and whose cultivation and strength were very ordinary, the rest of the contestants responded enthusiastically.
Slowly opening his eyes, Yu Haoran's eyes were filled with indifference as he looked at the agitated contestants. Then, he closed his eyes again.
However, a white stick that emitted a faint pressure suddenly appeared in his empty left hand.
"You lead 40 people to besiege Sun Mingze."
Yu Haoran's action of taking out an Upper Grade Venerable Realm Magic Weapon did not extinguish the flames of anger that had already been ignited. The young experts who had taken the initiative to form an alliance just now began to assign people to besiege Yu Haoran and the other four.
"You lead 40 people to besiege Li Wenyuan."
"You lead 40 people to besiege Feng Yuhai!"
"You lead 40 people to besiege Shi Yanyu!"
After arranging the teams to besiege Sun Mingze and the other three, the young expert found that there were nearly 70 people left who were willing to participate in the siege. He immediately pointed at Yu Haoran excitedly and ordered loudly.
"All the remaining contestants, follow me to besiege Yu Haoran!"
"Kill …!"
Just as the young expert's order fell, the two hundred excited contestants suddenly roared.
The joint roar was deafening and immediately attracted the attention of countless spectators in the stands.
"An ant trying to shake a big tree. Ridiculous!" Seeing that there were more than 70 contestants who had joined forces to besiege Yu Haoran, Emperor Qin, who was at the top of the south side of Tainan, mocked with a contemptuous look in his eyes.
Before his cultivation had broken through to the Martial Venerable Realm, Emperor Qin's understanding of power was still relatively superficial. He believed that there was strength in numbers, and there was a saying that the more people there were, the higher the flame would be.
But the moment he really broke through to the Martial Venerable Realm, he realized how ridiculous his previous understanding was.
Because in the face of absolute strength, the advantage of numbers was actually very small and pathetic!
Meng Zhengkai, who was only a Second Tribulation Quasi-Martial Venerable, did not agree with Emperor Qin's contemptuous sarcasm. However, he did not object to Emperor Qin's evaluation. He only looked at Yu Haoran with a little worry.
When Yu Haoran reopened his eyes and looked at the more than 70 people who were slowly approaching him, a disdainful sneer flashed in his eyes.
Among the more than 200 contestants in the eighth arena, only Sun Mingze and the other three were qualified to challenge him. No one else was a match for his staff, including the young expert at the peak of the Ninth Level Martial Saint who had just joined forces with the others.
He directly stimulated the power of the Ancestral Wizard's body. The white staff in his hand took the lead to attack with a sweeping staff technique.
"Boom …!"
Although the opponents reacted quickly and defended in time, in the face of the terrifying sweeping power formed by the Ancestral Wizard's body and the Upper Grade Venerable Realm staff technique.
The six contestants who were below the Martial Saint Realm were directly blasted out of the arena with broken arms and legs.
The nineteen contestants who were at the early and middle stage of the Martial Saint Realm were directly sent flying with blood spurting out of their mouths. Then, they fell heavily on the arena.
The thirty-eight contestants who were at the peak of the Martial Saint Realm were instantly pale. The sweeping power had caused some internal injuries to them.
Only the seven contestants who were at the peak of the Ninth Level Martial Saint Realm could be considered to have successfully resisted the sweeping power of the staff technique.
However, their faces were quite solemn at this moment.
Because the staff technique that Yu Haoran had just performed did not use the slightest bit of Primordial Energy and Soul Power. It was purely the power of his body.
Moreover, from the way he casually waved the Upper Grade Venerable Realm staff just now, it seemed that he had only used a part of his physical strength.
The result!
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