Keng!
At this moment, Feng Xinglie moved. With a sword chime, he unsheathed his sword.
Not many people saw how he unsheathed his sword. Most of them only heard a sword chime and saw a white sword light flash in the air.
Soon after, the crowd saw Sun Guang's dense Sword Qi disappear without a trace. Then, Sun Guang groaned as his body flew far away and fell on the fighting stage.
What happened?
Many people looked at each other. They didn't know what had happened because it happened too fast.
Many people only saw Sun Guang attack, then saw a sword light flash and Sun Guang was sent flying.
"What … What happened? Did Sun Guang lose? "
On the side, Pang Shi was tongue-tied.
Hua Chi was also confused.
"Yes, Sun Guang lost. He was defeated by Feng Xinglie's sword. Look at Sun Guang's chest, there is a wound."
Lu Ming answered.
Lu Ming and the people beside him quickly looked and saw a deep sword wound on Sun Guang's chest. Blood kept flowing out.
Others didn't see it clearly, but Lu Ming saw it clearly. Just now, Feng Xinglie unsheathed his sword and defeated all of Sun Guang's attacks, leaving a deep wound on Sun Guang's chest.
"Such a fast sword, such a strong attack."
Lu Ming's eyes shone with surprise.
He concluded that Feng Xinglie's sword art was definitely a Low Profound Level Martial Skill.
On the stage, Sun Guang struggled to get up. His face was still filled with shock. He cupped his fist and said, "I lost. Thank you for showing mercy."
He knew that if Feng Xinglie didn't withdraw some of his power, he would have been dead.
"Thank you!" Feng Xinglie cupped his fist.
Sun Guang didn't say anything. He turned around and left the stage, disappearing without a trace.
Since he lost, his previous records would be canceled and he would have to start from scratch.
At this moment, the middle-aged judge stepped forward and announced, "This battle, Feng Xinglie wins and enters the Bronze List."
Following the judge's announcement, the crowd was in an uproar.
"Success! Feng Xinglie has succeeded! As a new disciple in the last two years, he is the first to succeed in breaking into the Bronze List. He is the representative of the new disciples in the last two years."
"Amazing, Feng Xinglie is too amazing. It hasn't even been two years since he entered the sect, and he's already on the Bronze List. He really is the king of newcomers. Other than him, the others who entered the sect in the past two years would need at least another half a year to have a chance of entering the Bronze List."
"Not bad. Among the previous Newcomer Kings, Feng Xinglie is one of the strongest."
"Do you think he will continue to challenge?"
"I really hope he continues to challenge. Did you see that more than half of the geniuses ranked 30 and below on the Bronze List are here?"
Exclamations of admiration filled the air. Beside Lu Ming, Pang Shi was also excited.
"One day, I will also be able to enter the Bronze Ranking!"
Hua Chi clenched his fists and said confidently.
"Love-Struck fool, I believe you can do it. You and Senior Brother Lu are both fine. I don't know if I'll have a chance in this lifetime."
Pang Shi said longingly.
Lu Ming patted Pang Shi's shoulder and said with a smile, "Big Shi, you're working so hard. I'm sure you can do it."
When Pang Shi first entered the sect, he was a Martial Warrior Ninth Layer. After half a year of cultivation, he had broken through to the peak of Martial Master First Layer.
Although his cultivation speed was not fast, he took it one step at a time. His foundation was very solid.
On the fighting stage, the middle-aged judge asked, "Feng Xinglie, you're currently ranked 57 on the Bronze List. You have the qualifications to challenge the geniuses on the Bronze List. Do you still want to challenge?"
At this moment, everyone's gaze was focused on Feng Xinglie. They were all curious. Would he continue to challenge?
Feng Xinglie did not answer. He seemed to be thinking.
"If Feng Xinglie continues to challenge, who do you think he will challenge?"
"It's hard to say, but he will definitely challenge those ranked 45 and below because they are in the same class."
"That's right. If he wants to fight today, he can only challenge the geniuses on the Bronze List. Look, Duanmu Hu, ranked 55, Yao Tianyu, ranked 51, Yan Xu, ranked 50, and Ji Dong, ranked 48. They are all here. He is most likely to challenge them."
Discussions and guesses could be heard from all around.
"Yao Tianyu?"
Lu Ming's eyes moved. He followed the crowd's gaze and saw Yao Tianyu on the east side of the stands.
Yao Tianyu crossed his arms and sat there calmly, calm and composed.
Beside him, there were a dozen small fries.
Like He Tie and the red-robed young man, they were all familiar faces.
"Senior Brother Yao, do you think Feng Xinglie will challenge you?"
A young man asked.
"I don't know!"
Yao Tianyu replied indifferently.
"Then, what if Feng Xinglie challenges Senior Brother Yao? Are you confident?"
The young man asked again.
"Feng Xinglie's Returning Sword is powerful, but it's not enough to challenge me!"
Yao Tianyu replied confidently.
"Of course. How can Feng Xinglie be Senior Brother Yao's opponent? If he overestimates himself and challenges Senior Brother Yao, then he is looking for trouble."
The red-robed young man immediately flattered Yao Tianyu.
Yao Tianyu smiled and looked down at the fighting stage.
.....
On the fighting stage, Feng Xinglie thought for a while and replied, "I choose to continue the challenge."
As soon as he said that, the atmosphere became heated. Everyone stared at Feng Xinglie, waiting to see who he would challenge.
Feng Xinglie scanned the stands and then looked at the west side of the stands.
"Duanmu Hu, come down and fight me!"
Feng Xinglie said loudly.
On the west side of the stands, a muscular young man stood up with a gloomy face and said, "Feng Xinglie, are you sure you want to challenge me?"
"Of course!"
Feng Xinglie arrived.
"Haha, good. Feng Xinglie, I will make you regret your choice!"
Duanmu Hu laughed angrily.
Being challenged by someone who had just entered the Bronze List was not something to be proud of. On the contrary, it was a shameful thing.
It was simple. If you were challenged, it meant you were weak and looked down upon.
Swoosh …
Duanmu Hu jumped down from the spectator stand. With a few leaps, he covered a distance of more than a hundred meters and arrived at the fighting ring.
His speed was not any slower than Sun Guang's.
The two stood facing each other.
"I didn't expect Feng Xinglie to challenge Duanmu Hu. This is going to be interesting."
Not far from Lu Ming, a disciple in his twenties said.
"Oh? How is it interesting? "
The others asked.
Even Lu Ming, Pang Shi, and the others looked at him.
This disciple felt proud of himself when he saw that he had attracted so many people.
He coughed dryly and said, "You guys should have seen it. Feng Xinglie's sword art is very fast, and the explosive power is extremely strong. This sword art is a Low Grade Profound Martial Skill, Returning Sword."
"This sword art is very powerful, but it has a weakness. It consumes a lot of True Qi. If you can't defeat your opponent with one strike, you will be in danger."
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