"What a fast speed!" Qin Wentian furrowed his brows as he stared at Lin Yun, who was already standing at the edge of the arena. He immediately opened his bloody mouth.
Lion's Roar!
A low roar of a lion sounded out from Qin Wentian's bloody mouth.
Although this sound was muffled, it gave off an extremely uncomfortable feeling.
Even the audience on the arena felt a pressure on their chests, as if their lungs were being pierced by thousands of needles.
"What … what a terrifying sound wave!"
"Under this" Lion's Roar ", I'm afraid that even Jiang Yun would not be able to move normally."
"That's right! Facing this "Lion's Roar", even Wang Jizhong would find it hard to endure, let alone Jiang Yun. "
Initially, the audience thought that Lin Yun would not be able to endure this sound wave.
However, what they did not expect was that Lin Yun was not affected at all.
He turned into a shadow, and his speed reached ten times the speed of sound. In the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Qin Wentian.
"What?" Qin Wentian's eyes widened in disbelief.
He did not expect that under his "Lion's Roar", Lin Yun could still move normally.
Moreover, unknowingly, a long sword had appeared in Lin Yun's hand.
Falling Moon Sword Art!
Immediately after, Lin Yun waved the long sword in his hand, and with a slash, the sword Qi was misty and cold.
A falling sword Qi shot out from the sword towards Qin Wentian.
The speed was extremely fast, and the friction with the air caused a large number of sparks to appear.
Accompanied by the sound of blood spurting out, Qin Wentian's body was flung backwards, landing at the edge of the arena.
On Qin Wentian's chest, a wound so deep that bones could be seen could be seen, from his left abdomen all the way to his right shoulder.
"Jiang Yun wins!"
With just one sword, a set of Saint-level swordplay, the "Falling Moon Sword Art", Lin Yun had defeated his personal disciple, Qin Wentian.
This scene caused the entire arena to fall into a deathly silence. Everyone was dumbfounded.
"This is way too strong!"
"He killed a Level Nine Wu Huang in one strike. Is this really the strength that a Level Four Wu Huang should have?"
"This year's General Alliance Conference has really exceeded all of our expectations!"
Amidst the crowd's discussion, Lin Yun walked down the stage expressionlessly.
With his current strength, a mere Level Nine Wu Huang was not enough to be his opponent.
Not only that, Qin Wentian's speed was inferior to his. This sword strike didn't only contain the Fallen Moon Swordplay, it was also infused with a strand of the World Destroyer God Sword Art's divine sense. Qin Wentian definitely wouldn't be able to block it.
Everyone looked at Lin Yun's back and couldn't help but start arguing.
They were arguing over who was stronger between Wang Jizhong and Lin Yun from the 84 Alliance Martial House. Some of them didn't even hesitate to make a bet on who was stronger.
However, even if Lin Yun defeated Qin Wentian with a single strike like Wang Jizhong, there were still many people who felt that Wang Jizhong would win.
After all, they felt that Lin Yun was still too young. The next General Alliance Conference would be Lin Yun's true home ground.
Lin Yun didn't care who won or lost.
Lin Yun didn't return to the resting area. Instead, he left the arena. After all, he had already defeated four opponents in the second round. The following matches had nothing to do with him.
This time, he didn't treat anyone as his opponent. As long as they stood in his way, he would defeat them one by one. In the end, he would seize the title of champion. That was all.
As the moon and the stars moved, the second round of the competition gradually came to an end.
The next day, as the sun rose from the horizon, the third round of the competition had also begun.
In the arena, there were still no empty seats. This General Alliance Conference was also nearing its end. Everyone was raising their heads in anticipation to see who would be the champion.
Ren Tianxing stood on the arena, opened the scroll, and went straight to the point. "Third round of the finals, first match, Jing Ke against Wei Youji."
There was no suspense in this match. Jing Ke was a personal disciple of the Assassin Sect, and his cultivation level was at the ninth level, Wu Huang.
As for Wei Youji, he was a core disciple of the Hell Sect, and his cultivation level was at the peak of the eighth level, Wu Huang.
The spectators weren't very enthusiastic about this match. After all, they already knew the outcome of the match, and it wouldn't attract their attention.
"Match, start!"
Following Ren Tianxing's command, Wei Youji took the initiative to launch an attack.
He knew that Jing Ke, as a personal disciple of the Assassin Sect, was proficient in assassination and sneak attacks. If it was a head-on battle, Wei Youji wouldn't be inferior to Jing Ke.
Jing Ke's expression didn't change, and the space behind him slightly distorted. Immediately after, he suddenly waved his right hand, and a flying knife immediately flew towards Wei Youji.
"It's useless, Jing Ke. I already know all of your moves!" Wei Youji wasn't afraid in the slightest. He was very clear about Jing Ke's usual methods, and he also knew that the flying knife that Jing Ke had thrown was actually not one, but three.
Wei Youji leaped up and easily dodged a visible flying knife and two invisible flying knives.
Immediately after, three explosive sounds suddenly came from the boundary behind Wei Youji.
Jing Ke looked at Wei Youji, who was leaping in mid-air, and waved his right hand again. The other three flying knives once again flew towards Wei Youji.
Seeing this, Wei Youji immediately pulled out the sword at his waist, and casually waved it. Rays of sword energy shot out from the sword, completely blocking the three flying knives.
Accompanied by the clanging sounds of metal colliding, the three flying knives were all sent flying by Wei Youji.
In the next second, Wei Youji held his sword with both hands, and with lightning speed, he descended from the sky and slashed towards Jing Ke.
At this moment, a shocking scene appeared.
When the blade of Wei Youji's sword was less than three meters away from Jing Ke's head, Jing Ke's figure suddenly disappeared completely, like a puff of mist disappearing into thin air. His body also disappeared from everyone's sight.
Wei Youji's sword did not land on Jing Ke's body. Instead, it slashed directly into the arena.
Bang!
Accompanied by an explosive sound, the arena was instantly slashed open by Wei Youji's blade, and a gully that was a hundred meters long was formed.
At this moment, Wei Youji didn't dare to act rashly. Even though he released his divine sense, he still couldn't detect Jing Ke's aura.
If it wasn't for the fact that Ren Tianxing was still standing at the side and hadn't announced the end of the match, Wei Youji would have even thought that Jing Ke had already left the arena.
For a moment, the audience gasped in shock.
"What's going on? Where is he? "
"Jing Ke is only Wu Huang … Could it be that he can use elemental transformation? Why did he suddenly disappear? "
"What exactly is going on?!"
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