Gradually, he spun faster and faster in the air. That powerful aura even stirred up gusts of strong wind, making him look like a mini tornado.
Three seconds later, Small Hammer Zhao threw the sledgehammer in his hand at Lin Yun.
"Oh no!" Xiahou Yang and the other two paled when they saw this. This was because Lin Yun had not moved a single step since the start of the match.
Now that Small Hammer Zhao's Impact Sledgehammer was descending from the sky, its speed had surpassed the speed of sound. They did not think that Lin Yun could dodge it at all.
At this moment, many people covered their eyes. They seemed to be able to see everyone, including Lin Yun, being smashed into a pile of minced meat by the Impact Sledgehammer.
In the blink of an eye, the Impact Sledgehammer had already descended from the sky and landed on Lin Yun's body.
Boom!
Accompanied by an earth-shattering explosion, the entire arena shook in an instant.
In the blink of an eye, a 30-meter-wide, five-meter-deep pit was blasted into the arena where Lin Yun was standing.
An endless amount of crushed rocks, dust, and dust soared into the sky, covering the sky and the sun. The entire arena within the defensive barrier was completely enveloped in it.
Everyone at the side of the ring was dumbfounded and tongue-tied.
"How can a late-stage Class 7 Wu Huang's attack have such terrifying power?"
"Little Hammer Zhao's Saint Grade Martial Soul is called the 'Impact Sledgehammer'. His sledgehammer carries an extremely strong impact wave. Moreover, when he threw the sledgehammer in mid-air, its speed and power increased by several times!"
"Even a late-stage Class 7 Wu Huang would be severely injured if he was hit by this sledgehammer. Jiang Yun is only a late-stage Class 4 Wu Huang. I'm afraid he won't be able to survive now!"
Some people looked regretful, while others laughed heartily.
However, all of them believed that Lin Yun had already lost. No matter how stunning Lin Yun's performance was, he would definitely not be able to come out unscathed.
On the stage, Little Hammer Zhao also landed at the edge of the deep pit. With a pleased expression, he looked at the smoke in front of him and could not help but sneer, "Even the chief core disciple of the Body Sect would not dare to receive this hammer strike of mine. Don't blame me for courting death!"
However, in the next moment, when the smoke that filled the sky dissipated, everyone present revealed expressions of disbelief.
On the dueling ring, Hammer Zhao widened his eyes as his body trembled uncontrollably. It was as if he had just seen the most terrifying thing in the world.
Because at this moment, a figure was standing at the center of the pit.
Compared to the two-meter-long sledgehammer in his hand, this figure did seem a little weak.
This figure was none other than Lin Yun.
"Impossible!"
"How could he be unscathed!"
"Why aren't you injured at all? He's a monster! "
At that moment, everyone exclaimed in shock.
This was because Lin Yun, who was in the deep pit, was completely unscathed. Even his clothes were intact.
His right hand had accurately grasped Little Hammer Zhao's Martial Soul, the Impact Sledgehammer.
"How's this possible! What kind of sorcery did you use! " Little Hammer Zhao's face flushed red as he roared. He could not believe that a late-stage class four Wu Huang could receive his hammer strike so easily.
Without saying a word, Lin Yun's figure disappeared like a ghost and reappeared in front of Little Hammer Zhao.
At this moment, Little Hammer Zhao could not react at all. Lin Yun's speed was just too fast.
Without any hesitation, Lin Yun immediately swung the Impact Sledgehammer in his hand.
In an instant, accompanied by a piercing sound, the Impact Sledgehammer was swung by Lin Yun. Like a sharp sword, it drew an afterimage in the air before it landed heavily on Little Hammer Zhao's chest.
Bang!
In an instant, Little Hammer Zhao's body was sent flying like a kite with a broken string. He even spat out a mouthful of blood. His sternum was almost broken as he crashed into the barrier before crashing to the ground.
The chief examiner glanced at Little Hammer Zhao and announced, "Jiang Yun wins!"
The entire place was silent. Everyone's eyes were filled with shock. Everyone stared at Lin Yun's back as he walked down the ring. For a moment, they could not even speak a word.
Initially, they thought that no matter how amazing Lin Yun was, he would need at least 300 rounds to defeat a late-stage class seven Wu Huang from the Weapon Refining Sect.
However, they did not expect him to win so easily.
Faced with a hammer strike that could severely injure a late-stage class seven Wu Huang, Lin Yun actually received it!
Not only did he receive it, he even used Little Hammer Zhao's weapon to defeat Little Hammer Zhao.
This unbelievable scene caused everyone to feel incomparably shocked.
Even though everyone was shocked, Lin Yun's heart did not waver at all.
Putting aside the fact that his Indestructible Divine Body had been cultivated to the Indestructible Body Stage, even with his own defense, he was able to remain unscathed under Wu Sheng's attack.
Although Lin Yun was only a late-stage class four Wu Huang, his attack and speed could already catch up to the late-stage class nine Wu Huang.
However, his greatest advantage was his defense, which was above the Martial Saint Realm. As for what level Wu Sheng was, even Lin Yun dared not be sure.
All in all, among all the geniuses in the Sacred Alliance, there was almost no one who could hurt Lin Yun.
This Little Hammer Zhao was indeed a little too foolish to think that he could use brute force to deal with Lin Yun.
When the head examiner announced the candidates for the next round, everyone who had been deeply shocked couldn't help but hold their breaths and suck in a breath of cold air.
"Semi-finals, first group, ninth match, Ouyang Haochen versus Qin Zhengqian!"
Following the chief examiner's announcement, a man who was as skinny as a match and looked like a tree trunk slowly walked onto the arena in front of everyone's eyes.
His skin was extremely pale, like a piece of white paper. His face was incomparably ferocious, and his brows were tightly furrowed. His eyes were filled with a chilling killing intent.
This man gave people the feeling that he was not a human at all, but a skeleton in human skin.
After this man stepped onto the stage, he kept his head down and did not say a word.
However, at this moment, the spectators below the arena all felt their hairs stand on end. In fact, some of the outer sect disciples even started to tremble.
"Who is this person!? Why does he look so terrifying … He doesn't look like a human at all! " Some Alliance Martial House disciples who had never participated in the General Alliance Meeting for the first time could not help but ask in a trembling voice.
"The Undying Sect's direct disciple … Ouyang Haochen …" A Spirit Beast Sect disciple explained.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
