Below the stage, Wu Zongming turned his head and said to Ye Chen, "Ye Chen, you have to be careful if you run into Senior Brother Feng. His qinggong is more than that."
"I know, don't worry." Among the people present, Ye Chen could see it more clearly than anyone else. However, in terms of Qinggong, he really did not need to be afraid of the other party.
In the seventh round, Wu Zongming, Zhang Haoran, and Huang Bingwen all lost. Wu Zongming and Huang Bingwen lost because their strength was limited, so they naturally lost when encountering a strong opponent, while Zhang Haoran lost because he encountered one of the top ten inner disciples, Ghost Sword Li Kuang.
Ghost Sword Li Kuang was indeed worthy of the title of Ghost Sword. With just one sword move, Zhang Haoran was defeated.
Seriously speaking, the difference in strength between the two wasn't that big. After all, Zhang Haoran was one of the top geniuses in the entire Sky Cloud Martial School, so it was impossible for him to be defeated in one move. However, he could only blame his bad luck. Ghost Sword Li Kuang's sword art was famous for its unpredictability. As long as one's strength was slightly weaker, it would be very difficult for them to withstand even one move. That sword was like a nightmare, there was no way to block it.
Zhang Haoran, who had lost the match, stared at Ghost Sword Li Kuang. He couldn't believe that he couldn't even block a single sword.
Ghost Sword Li Kuang turned around and said as he walked down the stage, "One more year."
"Under the core disciples, Senior Brother Li Kuang is the number one swordsman."
"Now that I think about it, I feel that the sword was too terrifying. My eyes couldn't keep up, my senses couldn't keep up, and even my intuition couldn't keep up. It was clearly very fast, but it gave people the illusion that it was very slow. If it were me, I would probably go crazy immediately."
"Senior Brother Li Kuang is powerful, but look over there." An inner disciple pointed at a platform where two people were fighting.
The others discussed among themselves.
"It's one of the top ten inner disciples, ranked ninth, 'Dual Spear' Dong Haohua, Senior Brother Dong. Who is his opponent? I've never seen him before."
"Me too."
"He seems to have appeared out of nowhere. Is there such a person among the inner disciples?"
On a platform.
The cold young man was expressionless. He placed his right hand on the hilt of his sword, pulled it out, and slashed.
Chi!
Six sword lights floated over and covered Dong Haohua's entire body.
Dong Haohua smiled confidently. He brandished the two spears that were five feet long. The spear shadows that filled the air easily shattered the sword light and rushed towards his opponent.
Suddenly.
Dong Haohua stood rooted to the ground. He lowered his head and saw that the clothes on his chest had been torn open, and a faint trace of blood was seeping out.
"I lost! What's your name? " Dong Haohua knew that if his opponent hadn't been merciful, this sword would have taken his life. However, he didn't understand. He had clearly destroyed six sword shadows, so how could he still be hit? It was like seeing a ghost.
"Li Yun!"
With these two words, the cold-looking youth walked down the stage.
"He defeated Senior Brother Dong Haohua, who is ranked ninth, with one sword strike. This is unbelievable! When did such a terrifying figure appear among the inner sect disciples? "
"Even Senior Brother Dong was defeated in one move. This Li Yun should be able to compete with Senior Brother Li Kuang. I wonder whose sword art is better."
Not far away, Ghost Sword Li Kuang squinted his eyes and stared at Li Yun's back.
Finally, one of the top ten inner disciples had been defeated. A lot of people who were not powerful enough did not have much hope for themselves, but they hoped to see a second, or even a third.
Before the first wave had even subsided, another wave had risen.
On the eighth platform, another person had defeated the tenth ranked inner disciple, 'Iron Leg' Song Fei.
Although Song Fei was only ranked tenth, that was because his fighting style was too tough. If he fought head on, his ranking would still be higher.
On the other hand, Song Fei's opponent also specialized in leg techniques. He only threw out three kicks. The first kick scattered Song Fei's leg shadows, the second kick shattered Song Fei's protective zhen qi, and the third kick landed lightly on Song Fei's chest, leaving a footprint. Song Fei's kick was so light that it seemed natural.
If it was just that, it would not have caused such a sensation. The inner disciple who had defeated Song Fei was called Tie Feng. He was nineteen years old this year, and he was one of the oldest disciples in the Sky Cloud Martial School. Everyone knew that he was hardworking, but his talent was average. However, after watching his battle this time, he gave people the feeling that he was a master. It was as if he had changed from a moth to a butterfly.
"This kid is a late bloomer!"
On the elder seats, an elder sighed.
A few elders on the side nodded, "Diligence can make up for one's lack of talent. Moreover, when he is extremely diligent, he will be able to understand many things that others cannot. This kid needs to be trained."
"Hehe, it is not that I have never seen late bloomers before, but this time, it is more shocking than any of the previous ones. It is like he has been reborn."
Wu Zongming asked Ye Chen, "Ye Chen, what did you see? Why do I feel that those three kicks were ordinary, but the strange thing is that Senior Brother Song Fei could not block them?"
Ye Chen slowly let out a breath, "That is power!"
"Power?" Wu Zongming did not understand.
Ye Chen explained, "The so-called power is very mysterious, and words cannot describe it. To put it simply, he has understood the power of nature, and has integrated this power into his kick art. Therefore, although it looks ordinary, it is unstoppable. After all, in front of the power of nature, human strength is too small."
Wu Zongming did not really understand.
As the competition went on, the higher the score, the lower the score.
So far, Ye Chen had eighteen points, tied with Feng Zhong Fei and Feng Ping for first place.
Finally, it was the last round of the competition, the tenth round.
"The first round, No.0 against No.28!"
As soon as the deacon finished speaking, the inner disciples on Ye Chen's side became excited. In the previous nine rounds, they could already see that Ye Chen was very powerful. After all, in the ten groups, there were very few people who could win nine rounds in a row. Besides the eight seeded contestants, there were only a few others who could do so. Originally, if Ye Chen did not run into Feng Ping, he might be able to win ten rounds in a row and tie with Feng Ping for first place. But now, it was probably impossible.
Under everyone's disbelief, Ye Chen walked onto the stage.
On the other side, Feng Ping said casually, "You are not bad."
"You are not bad either."
What Ye Chen said shocked everyone else. 'Brother Feng Ping's power is only' not bad '? Are you kidding me?' 'You can't be so arrogant!'
"Hehe, being too arrogant is not good. Let me test your bottom line!" Feng Ping recognized Ye Chen's power, but he did not think that Ye Chen could beat him. His body flashed, and he disappeared, as if he had merged with the wind.
Ye Chen did not change his expression. He waved his fist to the left, and the fist power and finger power clashed together, making a horrifying explosion sound.
However, after that, Feng Ping's attacks became even fiercer. Finger power after finger power shrouded Ye Chen from all directions, and he still did not show himself.
"In terms of movement techniques, I have never been afraid of anyone!" As he spoke, Ye Chen's body disappeared as well. Finger power after finger power turned the stage into a hornet's nest.
Pah, bang, chi!
On the stage, only fist shadows and finger power could be seen fighting. Because the two's bodies were too fast, and because it was too strange, only a trace of shadow could be seen.
"This is too f * cking strange. How can we watch this? I did not expect this Ye Chen to be so powerful. He was obviously hiding his power before." Someone could not help but say.
"Brother Feng Ping did not use his real power, right?"
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