Shoo!
The first one to arrive was Wu Zongming, he was only slightly slower than Zhang Haoran.
Looking at Zhang Haoran with a confused look, Wu Zongming did not know what he was planning. 'Didn't he say he wanted to be the champion? Could it be that he was waiting for me on purpose? This is ridiculous, this guy is way too arrogant! '
Although he was confused and angry, Wu Zongming would not waste time on him because of this. He was about to pass through.
"Wait!" Zhang Haoran blocked his way.
Wu Zongming's face darkened, "What do you mean?"
Zhang Haoran said lightly, "Nothing else. Don't you think it's more fun with more people around? There is no need to rush. "
"It has nothing to do with me. Move."
"Sorry, I can't agree to that."
"You are looking for death!" Wu Zongming was furious. His slowed down body suddenly sped up, his right fist turned red as it punched towards Zhang Haoran.
High Rank Mortal Realm Martial Skill – Burning Fist!
Zhang Haoran smiled and threw out a punch as well.
Dong!
The two fists collided, the surrounding walls and the ground seemed to shake, a strong gust of wind spread out in all directions.
Wu Zongming felt his arm go numb, he could feel three layers of power coming from Zhang Haoran's fist. He immediately lost his balance and took three steps back, "Three Layer Flowing Cloud Force!"
The Three Layer Flowing Cloud Force was the signature martial art of the Sky Cloud Martial School. Although it was only a High Rank Mortal Realm Martial Skill, many of the inner disciples were training it, not willing to give it up. The main reason was that the more powerful one was, the more powerful the Three Layer Flowing Cloud Force would be.
Zhang Haoran shook his hand to extinguish the fire on his fist, he looked a bit surprised, "Looks like I have underestimated you. The Burning Fist can actually produce fire power."
"Same to you." Wu Zongming did not dare to underestimate his opponent. He pushed the inner Qi in his body to the limit and kept it hidden, waiting for the critical moment to strike with a thunderous blow.
The surprise on Zhang Haoran's face disappeared, and he laughed loudly. "What do you mean by the same? Don't get me wrong. I only used seventy percent of my strength earlier."
Zhang Haoran had the right to be arrogant. At the age of thirteen, he had not only trained his Qi to the peak of Mortal Realm Stage 10, his Over the Clouds Art had also reached the highest stage, the fifth stage, and his Three Layer Flowing Cloud Force had also reached the completion stage. He was confident that he could even fight against a warrior who had just reached the Condensing Reality Realm, not to mention Wu Zongming.
Wu Zongming didn't say anything to refute, because he knew that any words were useless. The only thing that could be valued was strength.
Peng!
Sparks appeared on his red fist. The sparks increased and finally formed a faint flame. The fist wrapped in the flame was like a red-hot soldering iron, hard and hot.
Wu Zongming sneered, "Aren't you the only one who hasn't used your full strength?"
"Interesting, interesting?"
Zhang Haoran was taken aback. Anger could be seen in his eyes. His opponent had been hiding his strength time and time again, making him feel like he was being looked down upon. After all, when he fought with others in the past, no one dared to not use their full strength. Otherwise, they would have been beaten senseless.
An even more intense battle was about to begin.
Right at that moment, a human figure flashed past. Seeing the two confronting each other, he cautiously slowed down and moved to the other side of the tunnel.
It was Ye Chen!
Although he was much slower than Wu Zongming and Zhang Haoran when he was using his full strength, he was still much faster than the others. After all, when facing the clumsy wooden dummies, the more subtle movements would give him the bigger advantage. Fighting with brute force would just be asking for trouble.
"I didn't expect these two to fight in the Mu Ren Alley without caring about the competition." Noticing the cracks on the walls nearby, Ye Chen knew without guessing that there had been a huge battle here. The result should be a tie, or maybe they were just testing each other.
However, they didn't care about the ranking, but Ye Chen did!
If these two still didn't want to give up, the first place would probably be his. Maybe it would be a bit unfair, but who wouldn't want a pie falling from the sky?
Flashing his feet, Ye Chen was about to enter the tunnel.
"How dare you! Since when is it your turn?" Zhang Haoran was already a bit annoyed. Seeing that Ye Chen was ignoring them and wanted to enter the tunnel, he immediately vented his anger on him.
Zhang Haoran's right hand pulled and released, and a cold Qi burst out. Wherever it went, a thin layer of frost formed on the ground.
High Rank Mortal Realm Martial Skill – Soaking Cold Palm!
Ye Chen's eyes turned cold. He and Zhang Haoran did not hate each other, but his first move was the Soaking Cold Palm. With his Mortal Realm Stage 10 cultivation, it was definitely more powerful than a Top Rank Mortal Realm Martial Skill used by a normal outer disciple. If he was hit by this palm, it would not be as simple as lying in bed for a few months. His meridians would be frozen and he would become a cripple. Although the Ye family was rich and could buy a lot of precious medicines to cure his wounds, it did not mean that he would be willing to take this palm and suffer for nothing.
"Mountain Collapse!"
Taking out his great steel sword, Ye Chen dashed to the side with the momentum of a collapsing mountain and a landslide. His speed was as fast as lightning.
It was a movement from the Lone Peak of Thirteen Swords that focused on speed and footwork.
Ka la la!
The place where Ye Chen was standing was covered in a layer of frost. It was not hard to imagine what would have happened to Ye Chen if he had not dodged it.
Keeping his distance from Zhang Haoran, Ye Chen said expressionlessly: "This is too much!"
"You are only a Mortal Realm Stage 6 disciple. What makes you think you can be ranked third? Don't even think about being ranked first. Go away." Zhang Haoran did not take Ye Chen seriously at all, even if Ye Chen had just dodged his palm attack.
Even a man made of mud had a temper, not to mention the young Ye Chen. His eyes were filled with coldness. Ye Chen's knuckles bulged as he tightly gripped the sword hilt. Although he did not have the confidence, if he really wanted to fight to the death, he might be able to hurt his opponent.
"What? You still want to fight? Believe it or not, I will cripple you right now. When the higher-ups find out, they will at most punish me a little. No one will give up on a genius like me for you." Zhang Haoran sneered, a hint of killing intent appeared in his eyes.
Wu Zongming, who was standing on the side, had no reason to let Zhang Haoran continue to be so arrogant. He said sarcastically: "Such arrogance, I would like to see how you are going to cripple him in front of me."
Zhang Haoran said in a creepy tone: "Wu Zongming, have you made up your mind to go against me? Don't regret it. "
"What a joke, what do I have to regret?"
"Huh, then let's see who will become a Condensing Reality warrior first! But I am definitely going to cripple this brat, right in front of you. "
His body suddenly lengthened, Zhang Haoran put his left hand behind his back, and his right hand was filled with frost Qi. He moved like a dragon towards Ye Chen's head. Normal people would not have the chance to react to his sudden movement. In Zhang Haoran's eyes, Ye Chen would not be able to escape.
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