Nie Tian's first opponent was a yellow-robed youth, looking to be fifteen or sixteen years old, his cultivation reaching Level Four Essence Spirit.
Looking at his appearance, he looked ordinary, with some arrogance and also some fear in his eyes.
Clearly, this was a commoner's disciple.
For a commoner's disciple to be able to cultivate to Level Four Essence Spirit at such an age, his talent was pretty good.
The yellow-robed youth took a step forward and said with cupped fists, "I'm Zhao He, please!"
Nie Tian nodded slightly. Since the other party was being courteous, he would not be too arrogant either, saying nonchalantly, "Nie Tian, please."
"Be careful!" Zhao He was courteous with his words, but his actions were not. With a loud shout, the phantom of a primordial spirit appeared behind him. It was actually a Golden Patterned Leopard, with a sharp aura and extremely fast speed. Like a bolt of yellow lightning, it attacked towards Nie Tian.
Attacking in an instant, seizing the initiative, Zhao He wanted to catch Nie Tian off guard.
Nie Tian was currently in the limelight. There was no one in the arena who did not know of him. If one could defeat him, that would absolutely make one's name in a single battle.
The Golden Patterned Leopard charged over domineeringly, like a ball of blazing fire, emitting a shocking aura.
With Zhao He's aura, even a Level Five Essence Spirit expert would not dare to clash head-on if he seized the initiative.
Nie Tian stood on the spot, his feet not moving in the slightest. Clenching his fist slightly, he raised his arm and punched out.
"Puuu!" What looked like an ordinary action erupted with an astonishing aura, the sound of air being torn apart immediately resounding in the air.
"Bam!" A dull sound rang out, and the Golden Patterned Leopard's phantom shook violently in the air, actually being dispersed by a single punch.
"ARGH!" In the next second, Zhao He cried out tragically, his figure flying out, landing off the arena and landing in a daze.
The crowd immediately let out a series of exclamations.
No one could have thought that the first battle would actually be so clean and tidy.
Zhao He crawled up, clutching his chest as he lifted his head to look at Nie Tian, his eyes filled with more respect as he clasped his hands and said, "Many thanks for showing mercy."
Although Zhao He had made the first move and was a little scheming, he still knew his own limits. He knew that Nie Tian had not used his full strength. Otherwise, he would definitely have died on the spot.
Speaking of which, Nie Tian was the same as Zhao He, both Fourth Level Origin Spirit. But his combat power was even stronger than ordinary Ninth Level Origin Spirit martial artists.
Earlier, he had already intentionally retracted his strength and didn't use any martial arts or Astral Souls. Even his own strength was under control.
Otherwise, Zhao He would have died from that punch.
Nie Tian didn't say anything further as he stepped off the stage.
On the martial field's high platform, a few people had gloomy expressions. No one knew what they were thinking.
Fan Jinwu was slightly surprised and thought to himself, "This kid can actually defeat an opponent of the same level with one move, and he's even deliberately restraining his strength. It's somewhat strange. Looks like what Jin Zhi said was true. This kid can really defeat Qin Yuhu. "
Originally, Fan Jinwu did not believe that Nie Tian had defeated Qin Yuhu.
After all, Qin Yuhu was a Wanxiang martial artist. How could a Fourth Level Essence Spirit martial artist be his match?
Hence, he guessed that this matter was most likely an exaggerated rumor.
But looking at it now, he started to believe that Nie Tian had the strength to defeat Qin Yuhu.
Qin Yetian's expression also revealed a change at this moment. There was less of a hint of mockery on his face, and more solemnity.
Nie Tian and the Qin Family already had enmity. Furthermore, he had close ties with the Jin Family.
Qin Yetian originally thought that Nie Tian was merely a little loach who couldn't stir up any big waves.
But looking at it now, this little loach was very likely to be Lan Bingye's formidable foe.
"Nie Tian, is it?" The corners of Qin Yetian's mouth curled up slightly as he smiled coldly in his heart, "No matter who you are, wanting to snatch the royal family's limelight, then you'd better be prepared to die."
Qin Yetian was not only the commander of the imperial guards, but he was also Lan Bingye's uncle at the same time.
As a prince, if Lan Bingye could not obtain the Rookie King after participating in the Freshman Martial Meet, then it would be the royal family slapping their own faces. The royal family's dignity would definitely be damaged because of this.
Such a thing absolutely must not happen!
The reason why the Emperor let Qin Yetian come to watch Tyrant Cloud's Freshman Martial Meet was to ensure that Lan Bingye could obtain the Rookie King.
At the crucial moment, he could even employ "special" methods.
When Zhang Yifeng saw that Nie Tian's strength was so strange, he rejoiced in his heart, and felt even more that acknowledging Nie Tian as his master was the correct decision.
On the other side, just as Nie Tian walked down the arena, the second group's first match similarly had a result.
"Die!" A roar rang out. A round thing carrying a streak of blood flew down the arena.
A lean youth stood on the arena, resembling a block of ice. His entire body emitted an icy cold aura, making people's hearts palpitate.
Beneath his feet was a headless corpse. Blood gushed out like a fountain, dying the arena red.
This scene happened, and it swiftly gathered the attention of the entire audience.
"D-He killed someone?"
"Isn't this a competition? Why must he kill someone? "
"This person's strength is too strong. He's at least at the Ninth Level Origin Spirit Realm."
The crowd discussed quietly, their gazes looking at the youth on the arena were filled with fear.
"What brutal methods, to actually slice off his opponent's head with one sword!" Nie Tian also took a look at that lean youth, and he saw a pair of scarlet red and furious eyes.
This youth was also looking at Nie Tian!
"Boss, he's Liang Yunlong," Zhuo Zhuo reminded Nie Tian softly.
Qin Feng, Liang Yunlong, Ling Yun, these three people were specially reminded by Qiu Yan.
Liang Yunlong's figure leaped off the arena and landed on the ground, roughly five meters away from Nie Tian. A pair of venomous eyes stared at Nie Tian as he said Cold, "Nie Tian, I'm called Liang Yunlong. You're very lucky that you didn't meet me. Otherwise, that headless corpse would be you! "
"Is that so?" Nie Tian smiled faintly, feeling very strange. He and Liang Yunlong did not know each other at all. Why did the latter want to kill him?
Liang Yunlong nodded his head solemnly and said coldly, "You better pray that you don't meet me. Otherwise, I'll definitely kill you personally."
Nie Tian shot a glance at the headless corpse and said coolly, "With just the likes of you?"
Liang Yunlong killed his opponent with one sword. Furthermore, he even used the method of slicing off a head.
From this, one could tell that not only was this person's strength formidable, his temperament was even brutal to the extreme.
The Freshmen Martial Meet was originally just a normal sparring session. There was no need to kill at all.
But Liang Yunlong killed the moment he made a move. It was sufficient to show how vicious his methods were.
Nie Tian could already tell that Liang Yunlong's strength was the same as Qin Feng's, also at the Ninth Level Origin Spirit Realm. Furthermore, his origin spirit was the most terrifying sword spirit. Battle prowess rivaling All Creation martial artists!
But this kind of strength was still insufficient to make Nie Tian apprehensive, much less make him retreat.
"You'll pay the price for your arrogance very soon." Liang Yunlong finished saying this sentence and turned Cold.
Nie Tian's expression was indifferent, not revealing a hint of ripple.
"Boss, Liang Yunlong is also a young genius of Blue Cloud City. You're in the limelight right now. Snatching the limelight of these geniuses, many people want to use this opportunity to suppress you to raise their own fame," Jin Dabao said to Nie Tian.
"So that's how it is." Nie Tian could not help but smile bitterly.
Looks like there was a saying that was very true. We don't like others to be in the limelight, because that would hinder us from being in the limelight.
Liang Yunlong originally wanted to rely on the Freshmen Martial Meet to make a name for himself. Who would have thought that first a Lan Bingye would appear, followed by a Nie Tian.
The appearance of these two people directly made his name disappear.
Liang Yunlong did not dare to make things difficult for Lan Bingye. He could only vent the rage in his heart on Nie Tian.
But how was Nie Tian the sort of person who would let people vent their anger as they pleased?!
The commotion caused by Liang Yunlong did not subside for a long time. The crowd kept discussing in low voices.
Especially the conversation between Nie Tian and Liang Yunlong. It made everyone unwittingly feel special anticipation, hoping to see the moment when the two people faced off.
The Freshmen Martial Meet this time was destined to be a reign of terror.
But Nie Tian did not care too much. No matter who his opponent was, he was determined to win the Newcomer King.
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