Eastern Grandstand.
"Lu Ming, it's that bastard Lu Ming. He's really overestimating himself to challenge the bronze platform."
The red-robed youth beside Yao Tianyu shouted.
"He's really overestimating himself. But that's good. We can send someone to kill him. Senior Brother Yao, what do you think?"
Another youth said coldly as he looked at Yao Tianyu.
Yao Tianyu looked at Lu Ming with a murderous glint in his eyes. "Sure!"
He had been looking for a chance to kill Lu Ming. Since Lu Ming had come to the bronze platform, he would not let go of this opportunity.
In the other grandstands, some of the geniuses on the bronze list were also looking at Lu Ming curiously.
On the bronze platform.
"Lu Ming, are you really going to challenge the bronze platform?"
The middle-aged judge asked in surprise.
"That's right!"
Lu Ming nodded again.
"Alright, since you've decided, I won't stop you. Let the challenge begin."
The middle-aged judge announced straightforwardly.
At the side of the fighting ring, Feng Xinglie looked at Lu Ming curiously. There was a glint in his eyes. He then moved and flew to the spectator stand in the north, watching with great interest.
At this moment, the judge had already announced the challenge. The crowd quieted down and watched seriously.
Just a moment ago, the previous Newcomer King had successfully made it to the bronze list. Immediately, this year's Newcomer King began his challenge. Thinking about it, it was really interesting. This had never happened in the history of the Mystic Essence Sword Sect.
How far could Lu Ming go?
Many people were curious about this.
"Who's going to fight me first?"
Lu Ming looked around and said in a clear voice.
The first five rounds on the bronze platform were relatively casual. Anyone could challenge them.
But after the fifth round, people with similar winning streaks would have to fight each other. Otherwise, they would not be able to display their strength.
Those below the ninth level of the Martial Master Realm were silent.
Although they felt that Lu Ming would not be able to win many rounds, Lu Ming's strength was still there. A few months ago, he was already comparable to a ninth level Martial Master.
"I'll fight you."
A figure quickly jumped onto the fighting ring.
"It's Duanmu Jinming from the White Tiger Hall. It's said that his cultivation has already reached the mid-ninth-layer Martial Master."
As soon as this person stepped onto the stage, cheers could be heard from all around.
Duanmu Jinming was about twenty years old. His face was pale, and his eyes were sinister. He stared at Lu Ming and sneered, "Lu Ming, you really don't know how to be patient. You actually came to challenge the bronze platform. Haha, I'll make you stop in the first round. The Newcomer King has challenged the bronze platform, and stopped in the first round. This matter will definitely create a new record in the Mystic Essence Sword Sect, and go down in history."
Duanmu Jinming's tone was filled with mockery.
"As expected, your Duanmu Family is the first to run up here. However, I noticed that your Duanmu Family has one thing in common. You guys don't have the slightest bit of ability, but you guys are very good at boasting."
Lu Ming said indifferently.
The moment these words were spoken, the people from the Duanmu Clan were instantly enraged.
"Damn it! Damn it! He actually dares to look down on my Duanmu Clan!"
"Duanmu Jinming, be ruthless and cripple him. Let him know the power of my Duanmu Clan."
"Cripple him!"
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Duanmu Jinming's eyes were incomparably gloomy as he said coldly, "Lu Ming, you will pay a painful price for your words."
Duanmu Jinming unsheathed his sword, and a white sword radiance shot out from his sword. It was incomparably sharp.
Lu Ming waved his hand, and a huge sword that was one and a half meters long appeared in his hand.
This huge sword was left behind by Zheng Qian.
There was no need to use the Flame Pattern Spear to deal with such a small fry.
Moreover, Lu Ming also wanted to see if he could unleash the power of the Flowing Light Sword Art with such a huge sword after his physical body had improved.
"Alright, I don't need to say more about the rules. Let the battle begin."
The middle-aged judge announced.
"Hurry up and make your move. I don't have that much time. There are still more than ten battles."
Lu Ming said indifferently.
His tone was filled with disdain, as if he did not put Duanmu Jinming in his eyes at all. Moreover, he said that there were more than ten battles later, as if he could really win ten battles in a row.
"Nest, how arrogant."
"Isn't that so? He's too arrogant. However, the more arrogant he is, the one who will be humiliated when he is defeated later."
There were discussions all around.
"Damn it! See if I don't cripple you."
Duanmu Jinming roared angrily. He moved his body and continued to charge toward Lu Ming.
"Ferocious Tiger Sword Art!"
Duanmu Jinming roared and slashed out with his battle sword. There was a faint shadow of a ferocious tiger on the battle sword. It was incomparably powerful as it slashed towards Lu Ming.
"Middle-stage Martial Master Realm. Is that all you have?"
Lu Ming curled the corner of his mouth and slashed out with his sword.
This sword was very direct. It was not any sword art, but a casual slash. It was completely brute force.
Clang!
This sword slashed directly on Duanmu Jinming's battle sword. Then, everyone saw that Duanmu Jinming's battle sword was bent out of shape and the sword body heavily hit Duanmu Jinming's chest.
Duanmu Jinming's eyes instantly popped out.
Boom!
With a loud boom, Duanmu Jinming's body flew back like a cannonball. He flew for more than twenty meters and then slid on the fighting stage for more than ten meters before falling off the fighting stage.
The whole place suddenly fell into a dead silence. The atmosphere seemed to have frozen at this moment.
In fact, many people were still loudly criticizing Lu Ming for his arrogance. However, at this moment, their expressions froze.
One sword, only one sword, an ordinary sword, directly blasted Duanmu Jinming out of the fighting stage.
Isn't this too strong?
Isn't the gap too big?
"Good, Senior Brother Lu Ming is mighty."
Pang Shi reacted and shouted excitedly.
At this moment, the others also reacted.
"This … this is too powerful, isn't it? He defeated Duanmu Jinming in one move? "
"Indeed, it seems that I have underestimated Lu Ming. In my opinion, Lu Ming should be at the late stage of the Martial Master Realm, or even at the peak of the Martial Master Realm."
"With this strength, it shouldn't be a problem for him to win five times in a row."
"The Newcomer King is indeed the Newcomer King. We still underestimated him."
Many people's faces turned grave. Those who had looked down on Lu Ming felt their faces turn red.
"Who else wants to fight?"
Lu Ming didn't even look at Duanmu Jinming who had fallen off the fighting stage. His eyes continued to look around.
"Let me!"
Then, a young man jumped onto the fighting stage.
"Junior Brother Lu Ming, please advise me."
This young man's cultivation was at the late stage of the Martial Master Realm, but he didn't dare to look down on Lu Ming. He cupped his fists and said politely.
"Well said, please!"
Lu Ming said with a smile.
Boom!
This young man used an iron rod. When he waved it, it whistled and its power was extraordinary.
Lu Ming was a little more polite to this young man. He used ten moves to blast him off the fighting stage.
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