Hundred Chi Gate, Training Peak, Mountain Peak!
Seeing the Spring Returning Earth Palm easily disperse, Lin Mengyao, for the first time in her life, began to waver.
It was as if that omniscient, omnipotent, god-like man had been slapped down from his pedestal by Yu Haoran. She couldn't help but stare blankly.
Seeing Lin Mengyao suddenly fall into a daze, Yu Haoran couldn't harden his heart to injure her.
Therefore, he raises his hand to release another bone-chilling palm strike. With the coldness of the bone-chilling wind, he directly neutralizes the warmth of the Land of Spring Returning so that Zhou Mengyao, who is in a daze, won't be hit by the Land of Spring Returning which hasn't consumed much of its power.
The two palms that had lost their power finally merged into a gentle breeze.
The gentle breeze blew through Lin Mengyao's hair, making her look like a fairy in the wind. Meng Fanwei, who had been paying attention to the competition, was stunned.
And as for Meng Fanwei's opponent, that disciple whose cultivation was only at the high ninth grade of Martial Disciple, stood there stupidly while drooling.
Lin Mengyao, who had been caressed by the gentle breeze, woke up. Feeling her hair falling down, she knew that Yu Haoran had shown her mercy. Otherwise, she definitely wouldn't be standing here unscathed.
Thinking about how Yu Haoran's comprehension of the Light Wind Palm was far greater than her own, she thought about how his aptitude far surpassed her own. Originally, she wanted to compete with him, but now, she felt a lot less confident.
Lin Mengyao stretched out her jade-like hands and brushed her hair back. She lightly laughed and said, "Many thanks to Yu Shixiong for showing mercy. Meng Yao knows that she is not senior brother's opponent, so I admit defeat!"
Seeing that Lin Mengyao didn't continue to show off and even took the initiative to admit defeat, Yu Haoran secretly let out a sigh of relief. Then, he looked at Meng Fanwei.
At this time, Meng Fanwei, who had regained his senses, couldn't help but shyly lower his head under Yu Haoran's gaze. He felt embarrassed for his previous loss of self-control.
Soon after, he discovered that his opponent was staring at Lin Mengyao in a daze. He couldn't help but remind him, "Hey, our competition isn't over yet!"
"Ah! Oh! Many thanks senior brother for reminding me! "
The disciple who had been awakened was stunned for a moment. Then, he saw that Meng Fanwei didn't take advantage of his stupidity to launch a sneak attack. He quickly thanked him, he felt that Meng Fanwei was a straightforward and upright person, so he couldn't help but have a good impression of him.
"According to cultivation, I should call you senior brother. Although I don't know why senior brother is no match for me, a ninth grade Martial Disciple, even though you are a first grade Martial Warrior, senior brother can rest assured that I will try my best to win without hurting you. "
"Good!"
Meng Fanwei, who was already depressed because of Yu Haoran's continuous pressure, could no longer suppress the anger in his heart after hearing his opponent's belittling of his good intentions.
After gnashing his teeth and saying good, he directly used all his strength and knocked his opponent unconscious with a single move.
"Brat, don't let me see you again in the future. Otherwise, every time I see you, I will knock you out."
Due to the restrictions of the competition, Meng Fanwei could only knock his opponent unconscious at most. He couldn't kill his opponent, nor could he seriously injure his opponent. This caused the anger in his heart to not completely dissipate.
Therefore, before his opponent fainted, he fiercely threatened him.
"Yu Haoran, I know that I am not your opponent. However, if you want me to obediently admit defeat, then don't even think about it!"
After dealing with his depressed opponent, Meng Fanwei did not use the three minutes of rest and directly challenged Yu Haoran.
In response, Yu Haoran shrugged and said in an indifferent tone, "Up to you!"
"Raging Flames Soaring Heaven!" Facing Yu Haoran's indifferent attitude, Meng Fanwei took a deep breath and quickly calmed himself down.
He knew that Yu Haoran was very strong. If the two of them fought, victory would be decided in one or two moves. Therefore, he did not try to probe his opponent and directly used his strongest move.
Wind, not only can it add fuel to fire, it can also extinguish it!
Seeing that Meng Fanwei was using a fire attribute martial skill, Yu Haoran countered with a move. Using the method of attribute countering attribute, he directly used the Bone-Piercing Cold Wind Palm, using cold to suppress heat and wind to extinguish the fire.
"Boom …!" The two palms that contained fire and cold energy collided and immediately produced a slight rumbling sound.
Accompanied by a slight roar, the two types of invisible palm techniques that were attacking each other actually produced traces of scorching flames in the air, as well as traces of cold white light.
Seeing that the power of Yu Haoran and Meng Fanwei's martial skills had reached the level of Martial Master, whether it was the upper echelons of the Hundred Chi Gate or the disciples participating in the competition, they all looked at them in shock.
In fact, not to mention the upper echelons of the Hundred Chi Gate, even Meng Fanwei's face revealed an expression of shock when he saw the constantly extinguishing red and white light in the air.
This was because he also did not expect that a Grade 1 Martial Warrior's Blazing Sun Palm could reach the level of Elemental Energy manifestation.
However, to Yu Haoran, this phenomenon was very normal.
The reason why the scorching heat and cold light could manifest as Elemental Energy was not because the power of the two palms had reached the Martial Master level, but because of the nature of the two attributes' mutual promotion and suppression.
In the air, the white that was filled with cold energy and the red that was filled with scorching heat blended together, constantly devouring and strengthening each other.
Although the white that was filled with cold energy was not as strong as the red that was filled with scorching heat, the white that was filled with cold energy had an absolute advantage in terms of strength and speed of devouring.
Ten seconds later, the two forces that were originally evenly matched with each other, after devouring each other, only the white that was filled with cold energy was left.
After the last trace of scorching heat disappeared, the white that was not affected by the mutual promotion and suppression of the two attributes also became invisible in the air.
Originally, Yu Haoran thought that devouring each other would consume most of the energy of the Piercing Cold Wind Palm, and that he would need to use a second move to defeat Meng Fanwei. However, what he did not expect was that the Piercing Cold Wind Palm, after devouring a large amount of scorching heat energy, not only did it not weaken in the slightest, it actually became ten times more powerful.
In the face of such a powerful force, let alone Meng Fanwei, who was only a Grade 1 Martial Warrior, even a Grade 3 or Grade 6 Martial Warrior would find it difficult to resist.
Therefore, when he felt the Piercing Cold Wind Palm's power increase, the shock on Meng Fanwei's face was completely replaced by a pale white color.
He knew that with his own strength, he would definitely not be able to resist the cold palms. It was very likely that his life and future would be lost here.
In his previous life, there was not much hatred between him and Meng Fanwei. The reason he chose him as his opponent was to prevent him from challenging Wu Zhengjun and affecting Wu Zhengjun's final ranking, not to take his life.
Feeling the Piercing Cold Wind Palm's power increase by more than ten times, Yu Haoran could not help but turn his head to look at the Wuwei Sword King, Feng Qingyun.
At this moment, the only people who could easily disperse the Piercing Cold Wind were the experts of the Hundred Feet Gate. The only person who could easily disperse the Piercing Cold Wind without any malice towards him was the Wuwei Sword King, Feng Qingyun.
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