"Don't be so arrogant. Xu Xuan is only ranked 42nd. Don't think that you're invincible. I'll fight you."
A young man walked out.
"Pu Sichong is going to fight. Pu Sichong used to be ranked 19th on the Bronze List, but this time, he's ranked 20th. He's much stronger than Xu Xuan."
Someone recognized the person who spoke.
Pu Sichong had fought with Ling Kong during the Four Academies Tournament. Everyone was looking forward to Pu Sichong teaching the strong young man a lesson.
"What's your rank on the Bronze List?"
The strong young man asked with a smile.
"Not high. I'm only ranked 20th. There are still 19 people stronger than me."
Pu Sichong said.
"20th?"
The strong young man shook his head and said, "You're not my opponent. Let's find someone stronger."
"Arrogance. You'll know after we fight."
Pu Sichong strode forward and arrived in front of the strong young man.
"Junior Brother, these trash won't cry until they see the coffin. Let's end this quickly and let them know how much of a trash they are."
Jian Wuchen said coldly.
"Haha, Senior Brother Jian, don't worry."
The strong young man grinned and shouted, "Kid, take this!"
Boom!
The strong young man also threw out a punch. His fist was black and shiny, emitting a metallic luster.
Clang!
Pu Sichong unsheathed his sword and sword Qi soared into the sky. The azure sword Qi almost materialized as it avoided the strong young man's fist and slashed at him.
"You want to avoid my fist? Dream on."
The strong young man sneered. His fist seemed to pass through space and instantly landed on Pu Sichong's sword.
A loud sound rang out. Just like when he fought with Xu Xuan, a sharp black light shot out from his fist towards Pu Sichong.
Pu Sichong's face changed. His body moved and borrowed the strength of his opponent to retreat. He waved his sword and slashed out a dozen sword lights to block the black light.
"Not bad to be able to block one of my moves. But what about next?"
The well-built young man laughed loudly as he rushed towards Pu Sichong. He continuously punched out with his fists, and terrifying fist energies enveloped Pu Sichong, causing continuous explosions.
Pu Sichong used his sword art and slashed out sword lights to block with all his strength.
Boom! Boom!
In an instant, the two exchanged more than a dozen moves. Then, a figure flew out and coughed out blood in the air.
It was Pu Sichong. He lost again.
Even if he tried his best, he could only last for a dozen moves.
Everyone's hearts sank. Was this really a disciple who had just joined this year?
Isn't he too strong? Everyone could see that the young man's Profound Rank low-grade fist technique had already reached the fourth stage, and he was not far from the fifth stage.
Moreover, his physical body was also very strong. It was at least Rank-2.
More importantly, the other party's bloodline hadn't even awakened yet, but he was already so powerful.
If he participated in the Grand Competition of the Four Academies, he would definitely cause a sensation.
Everyone's T.
Could it be that to deal with a disciple who had just entered this year, they had to send out the top ten experts of the Bronze List?
.............
This time, there were a total of eight people in the top ten of the Bronze List.
....................
Bu Xingkai, Duan Gang, Ling Kong, Duanmu Chen, Cheng Fei Luan, and the others all had ugly expressions.
Even if they won against a disciple who had just entered this year, it would be embarrassing. Moreover, Jian Wuchen and the young man with the saber had not made a move yet.
The other party obviously had no intention of giving up today. They would not leave until the winner was decided. If things went wrong, everyone on the Bronze List would lose face today.
"Let me do it!"
At this moment, a burly young man walked out.
"It's Su Song. It's great that Su Song is here."
Everyone was slightly happy.
Before the Four Academies Tournament, Su Song was ranked eighth on the Bronze List. Although the rise of Lu Ming and Ling Kong had pushed him out of the top ten, he was ranked eleventh.
But his combat strength was indeed very strong, much stronger than Pu Sichong.
"Junior Brother Su, be careful."
Duan Gang said.
Both of them came from the Black Tortoise Academy and had a good relationship. At the same time, they were the two strongest disciples of the Black Tortoise Academy.
Su Song nodded and walked out.
"Su Song, eleventh on the Bronze List. Please enlighten me."
Su Song cupped his fists.
"Hehe, eleventh. It seems that an interesting person has finally come."
The strong young man licked his lips and sneered.
Fight!
Without any superfluous words, the two of them fought.
Everyone stared at them without blinking, hoping that Su Song would win.
Su Song's fighting style was very similar to Duan Gang's. He cultivated his physical body and defensive martial skills, leaning towards defense and close combat.
As for the strong young man from the Qilin Academy, he also leaned towards close combat.
The two of them punched each other, constantly bombarding each other, like two savage beasts colliding.
The battle was incomparably intense as fist force shot out.
However, the strong young man was indeed incomparably powerful. It was clearly the fourth level of a low-grade Profound Rank fist technique, but when he used it, the battle strength he displayed was much stronger than other people's fist techniques of the same level.
Su Song had no choice but to erupt his bloodline and fight.
Fortunately, Su Song's defensive martial skill was very strong and blocked the strong young man's attack.
In the blink of an eye, the two of them had exchanged dozens of moves and it was difficult to determine the victor.
"Damn it, to be able to block so many of my moves, watch me break your turtle shell."
The strong young man roared.
It was as if it was a great humiliation for him to have so many of his moves blocked.
Boom!
A bloody light flashed on the strong young man's body. Following that, an ancient glove appeared on his head.
"Glove Bloodline? Could this be the legendary special bloodline? "
Everyone was shocked and looked curiously.
For most of them, it was their first time seeing a special bloodline.
The glove was black in color and filled with an ancient aura. Everyone could even see that there were scars left by swords and sabers on the glove, as if it had gone through a fierce battle. A vast and mighty fist intent permeated the air.
There were six chakras on the glove. It was obvious that it was a Level 6 bloodline.
Following that, the glove Bloodline flashed and disappeared, disappearing into the strong young man's body. The strong young man's aura surged.
"Break it!"
The strong young man shouted and threw out a punch. His fist aura surged and reached its peak.
Boom!
The terrifying fist force blasted on the turtle shell shield around Su Song's body.
Amidst the violent explosion, Su Song staggered back. His face was a little pale as his defensive martial skill was almost broken.
"Again, let's see how many of my punches you can block."
Boom! Boom!
Streaks of pitch black fist force were extremely violent. Su Song was completely suppressed and could only defend with all his might.
But even so, he was only able to block more than ten moves before his defensive martial skill was broken through by the strong young man and his fist landed on his chest.
Su Song screamed as his body flew out dozens of meters and fell heavily on the ground. He coughed out large mouthfuls of blood and his aura was weak.
Su Song was severely injured with one punch.
"Junior Brother Su!"
Duan Gang rushed over. After checking on Su Song, his face was filled with anger. He glared at the strong young man and said, "It's just a spar. You're too ruthless."
"It's his fault for not admitting defeat. He asked for it."
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