After hearing Lin Yun's words, Xiahou Xuan knew that she was no match for Chen Ming. Although she was a little unwilling, she still said helplessly in the end, "I …"
However, just as she was about to speak, the entire arena was suddenly engulfed by a strong gust of wind. The howling wind drowned out her voice.
Immediately after, a dazzling radiance instantly exploded on the long saber in Chen Ming's hand.
At that moment, the long saber in Chen Ming's hand was like the sun. The dazzling radiance combined with the howling wind caused Xiahou Xuan to freeze on the spot. All she could see was a vast expanse of whiteness. She couldn't see anything at all.
In the next second, Chen Ming leaped out of the white light and slapped Xiahou Xuan's body, sending her flying.
"Admit defeat." Currently, the arena was covered in a vast expanse of whiteness. The crowd could only see the two figures clearly, but they couldn't see what was happening.
Only Lin Yun had seen everything clearly. Chen Ming's palm was holding an Detonation Talisman, which was currently stuck to Xiahou Xuan's body.
The radiance disappeared just as quickly as it had appeared.
When Xiahou Xuan's vision returned to normal, she saw Chen Ming standing a few dozen meters away from her with a disdainful smile on his face.
"Xuan 'er, be careful!" Xiahou Yang also saw the Detonation Talisman stuck to Xiahou Xuan's body. However, it was all too late.
"Explode!"
Almost at the same time as Chen Ming's voice, the Detonation Talisman on Xiahou Xuan's body also burst into flames. Immediately after, an explosion suddenly rang out in the arena.
A burst of flames suddenly exploded, turning into boiling hot smoke in the blink of an eye. Xiahou Xuan's entire body was sent flying and she spat out a large amount of blood.
After a while, Xiahou Xuan also clutched her chest. Blood seeped from the corner of her mouth. She looked extremely miserable and her face was deathly pale.
At that moment, Chen Ming was still holding his long saber as he walked step by step toward Xiahou Xuan.
However, everyone could see that Xiahou Xuan's right arm was completely unable to move and her long sword had fallen to the ground. She had no strength to fight at all.
"Examiner! She admitted defeat! Hurry up and announce it! "Xiahou Yang was extremely anxious at the moment as he shouted at the chief examiner.
Although Xiahou Xuan hadn't admitted defeat, the Martial House Master of the Alliance Martial House had the authority to admit defeat on behalf of the contestant.
The examiner glanced at Xiahou Xuan, then at Chen Ming, before raising his hand and announcing, "Second round, first round, Chen Ming wins!"
Hearing this result, Chen Ming was obviously not satisfied, but the rules were there. This was a regional competition, not an elimination round, so he could only put away his sword.
At the same time, Xiahou Yang and Lin Yun also stepped onto the arena. Xiahou Xuan's injuries seemed to be rather serious.
"Big Brother Jiang Yun, Dad, I'm sorry. I still lost." Xiahou Xuan pouted. She was extremely disappointed. In the end, she still lost to this disciple of the Array Faction. Moreover, she lost completely.
The disparity between their realms made it so that she didn't even have the strength to fight back. Moreover, her opponent wasn't affected by her eye technique.
It wasn't until now that she fought with Chen Ming that she realized just how great the disparity was between the so-called geniuses of the Alliance Martial House and the geniuses of the Alliance Martial House.
"Xuan 'er already admitted defeat, why did you continue to attack?" Xiahou Yang was also glaring angrily at Chen Ming. He had clearly seen Chen Ming smile and immediately activate the Wind Blade Talisman and Light Blade Talisman when Xiahou Xuan was about to concede.
It was obvious that Chen Ming wanted to hurt Xiahou Xuan.
Chen Ming sneered and contemptuously said, "Martial House Master Xiahou, on the battlefield, the enemy won't spare your life just because you admit defeat. I was only teaching your precious daughter the most important lesson of her life."
"You!"
Xiahou Yang was about to retort when Xiahou Xuan grabbed his hand and shook her head. "Dad, Xuan 'er's skills are inferior. It doesn't matter."
Xiahou Yang turned around and asked Lin Yun, "Jiang Yun, can you defeat him?"
Lin Yun was expressionless as he nodded.
At this moment, as Chen Ming saw this scene, he wantonly laughed. He crossed his arms over his chest and raised his chin. He looked down at Lin Yun and sneered, "I didn't hear wrong, right? You trash, you still want to defeat me? "
The Array Faction disciples in the audience, as well as some of the Alliance Martial House disciples, all laughed.
"Is this late fourth-level Wu Huang trash an idiot? He thinks he can defeat Chen Ming? "
"Although I have to admit that the way this Alliance Martial House disciple does things makes me unhappy, but if this little devil wants to defeat this middle seventh-level Wu Huang, he's just daydreaming."
"There's a difference of three levels. Even if his divine sense is higher, no matter how many opponents he has, it's impossible for him to defeat him! Moreover, that Chen Ming seems to have some kind of treasure that can resist eye techniques. "
Even if Lin Yun had used his eye technique and defeated Xi Dongqing, the fifth-level Wu Huang, it was still shocking.
However, at this moment, everyone believed that it was impossible for Lin Yun to defeat Chen Ming. Let alone defeat him, they believed that if Lin Yun could last ten seconds against Chen Ming, it would already be considered very fierce.
"What an arrogant little devil. Unfortunately, he doesn't have the corresponding strength. Being arrogant is often just being conceited." Even Chen Meiming, who had once praised Lin Yun, revealed a smile at this moment.
She was well aware of the strength of an Array Faction disciple.
As a core disciple of the Array Faction, Chen Ming's strength was naturally not weak. She did not believe that Lin Yun could jump three levels and defeat Chen Ming.
Facing the enemy's provocation, Lin Yun did not respond at all. Instead, he directly ignored him. At the same time, he crouched down and secretly stuffed a tenth-level healing pill into Xiahou Xuan's hand. He even patted her hand to signal her not to make a sound.
"Let's go down first. He's already twenty-five years old and his talent is below yours. At the same age, you can crush him with one hand. Don't be discouraged." Lin Yun was not comforting Xiahou Xuan. He was just telling the truth.
Xiahou Xuan was stunned at first. She looked at the pill in her hand and recalled that in the elimination round, Qing Yi was on the verge of death. It was also because of this pill that she barely managed to hang on to her last breath.
As for the injury on her body, it was actually not that serious. It was just that Lin Yun was worried that she would not be able to continue in the third round.
In reality, Lin Yun could also use the power of the Divine Dragon Bloodline to heal her.
However, there was still Chen Meiming, the Wu Zun, here. It would not be good if he was seen through.
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