More than five hours had passed, but there was still no movement from the array. It was as if the last person had disappeared without a trace. This made Joan Of Arc and the other two women extremely worried. They didn't feel any joy from passing the test at all. There was only worry in their hearts. They didn't even care about Longyue Pass. Their gazes were fixed on the floating array, looking forward to seeing that familiar figure.
"Who exactly is the last person?"
Everyone discussed and guessed which extraordinary force had secretly nurtured this person who was even crazier than Longyue Pass.
They swept their gazes over the representatives of the Extraordinary forces and discovered that all of them had strange expressions on their faces. There was astonishment and sorrow on their faces.
They knew who the last person was. They had been paying attention to Feng Hao since the beginning because he was someone that they couldn't help but pay attention to.
Although the strength that Fenghao had displayed wasn't strong enough, and was instead very weak, they couldn't help but suspect whether Fenghao had hidden his trump cards since he was able to tame that monster in the Origin Realm.
The possibility of this happening was very small, but no one could be absolutely sure of it.
This was because it was impossible for him to tame the monster based on the strength that he had displayed.
This time, they had personally witnessed Feng Hao pass the first test and enter the array. There was no trace of Feng Hao among the crowd that had failed and left. Coupled with the worried expressions of Joan Of Arc and the other two women, they were even more certain that the last person was Feng Hao.
They weren't willing to accept this fact, but they knew that either something had happened to Feng Hao, or he was still persisting in the third round of the test.
This kind of strength made them feel apprehensive, and they couldn't help but look forward to it … because there would still be another Grand Competition.
The old man at the entrance of the main hall swept his gaze across the scene and the entire place quietened down. Although his gaze was calm, there seemed to be an imposing aura that made them not dare to act presumptuously.
After sweeping his gaze around, the old man's eyes were once again focused on the array. His deep eyes seemed to be able to see through everything and see everything that was happening in the array.
… …
In the desolate world, muffled thunder rumbled and the heavens and earth roared. The entire space was shaking and the ground was a mess. It was as if a great earthquake had just occurred. Everywhere collapsed and wide cracks spread without any pattern. The originally intact land was now a scene of desolation.
Boom! Boom!
With a muffled thunderous explosion, a golden figure was blasted away like a cannonball, smashing into the depths of the ground and disappearing without a trace.
Rumble!
In just a short moment, the ground exploded and a dazzling golden figure charged out like a mad god. His entire body was covered in golden blood and there were wounds all over his body. There were even a few parts of his chest that had caved in. However, there wasn't the slightest trace of pain on his face. His gaze was sharp and his aura soared into the heavens. His prideful fighting intent was like a whirlwind that swept away the clouds, causing violent gales to blow in the surroundings like sharp blades, scraping layer after layer of the ground.
At this moment, he couldn't see anything else. He was relying on his instincts to resist. There was only a single thought in his mind, and that was to defeat the figure before him.
In these five hours, Feng Hao had lost count of how many times he had been sent flying. However, with this thought, he still persisted and waited for the arrival of the realm of forgetfulness.
Only when the Heavenly Battling Art reached the state of self-circulation would his fighting intent break through. Feng Hao was extremely clear on this point. Therefore, it could be said that although he was in a miserable state, the figure didn't pose a real threat to him. He couldn't feel any pressure from the figure, which was why he couldn't enter that state for so long.
This made him somewhat depressed.
This time, he had thoroughly experienced the strength of a supreme physique. Under his attacks at his peak, he couldn't cause any fatal injuries even if he endured for five hours.
However, at this moment, after he charged out from the ground, he could faintly feel that he was already on the verge of forgetfulness. Therefore, a crazy battle began.
The Four Styles of the Moving Tiger and the Thunder Fist were almost connected as one, as if he was displaying a martial skill. The essence of the two martial skills were displayed to the fullest. With the support of the Phantom Sorcerer's Power and supreme physique, it seemed as if every punch could destroy the world. With a crazy momentum, he smashed towards the figure in the distance.
Bang, bang, …
Two fists of the same size collided violently, causing a deafening explosion. Even the space was shaken to the point of collapsing, like a raging wave.
Swoosh.
In an instant, a figure was sent flying from the inside, sinking into the ground and disappearing without a trace.
"Hmm."
Although Fenghao was shaken to the point where his Qi and blood were tumbling, he only swayed a little before he stopped in mid-air. Immediately, his originally arrogant eyes flashed with a hint of clarity.
"That feeling just now was …"
Feng Hao murmured. He actually woke up from the state of forgetfulness and recalled the feeling of exerting force just now.
This time was different from before. Although he had always been used to using the Four Styles of the Moving Tiger to increase the power of the Thunder Fist, he could vaguely feel that the two martial skills could not be completely integrated into one. However, just now, he felt the carefree feeling of completing everything in one breath. The power of the Four Styles of the Moving Tiger and the force of the Thunder Fist had completely integrated into one and exploded. That was why the figure that represented his peak was sent flying.
"Bang."
While he was still in a daze, a silhouette rushed out from the ground and sent him flying again with a punch.
Hiss, …
Looking at his left shoulder that was almost caved in, Feng Hao took a light breath and a trace of sharpness flashed in his eyes.
"Rushing Tiger Fist."
Once again, he found the feeling of completing everything in one breath. Feng Hao raised his fist like an ancient ferocious beast. His whole body was filled with a strong violent aura. With an indomitable and crazy momentum, he rushed up to kill.
The following situation was one-sided. Fenghao fought in an incomparably carefree manner. The power erupted from the fusion of the Four Moves of the Moving Tiger and the Rushing Thunder Fist made him surpass his previous peak. He didn't give the figure any chance to fight back. In less than ten minutes, he directly beheaded the figure on the spot and shattered it into nothingness.
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