After a short while, the entire arena turned silent as everyone's gazes were focused on the two figures on the stage.
One of them was a character who had dominated the Sacred Martial Hall for a long time, while the other was just a newcomer.
Every time a new champion was promoted, his talent would be extremely good. However, for those who had been in the academy for hundreds of years, he was still just a newcomer. The most important thing was … this new champion looked too ordinary. There was nothing outstanding about him. If it wasn't for the title of the new champion, he wouldn't have attracted their attention at all.
Looking at the frighteningly calm Feng Hao in front of him, Sheng Yangwen didn't dare to underestimate him anymore.
In this Sacred Martial Hall, he had encountered too many unexpected opponents. He no longer had the heart to underestimate his enemy, even if it was just a newcomer in front of him.
"Rumble, rumble, rumble …"
He began to condense his aura. The muscles all over his body swelled a little, and the muffled sound of thunder resounded incessantly. His face was cold, and a monarch-like aura spread out, pressing towards Feng Hao. Even through the barrier, it gave a strong visual impact to the audience.
The fact that he was able to compete for the second place was enough to prove that his strength was extraordinary.
"A little interesting …"
Fenghao's gaze locked onto Sheng Yangwen. With a single thought, the Battle Heavenly Art began to circulate frantically. A tyrannical Battle Will gushed out from his body. It was like a peerless divine sword that could annihilate everything. Sheng Yangwen's aura was directly broken apart. On the contrary, Fenghao's Battle Will, which seemed to have materialized, caused Sheng Yangwen to appear somewhat miserable. He had no choice but to circulate the energy within his body to defend himself.
All of this was seen by everyone, and they couldn't help but be shocked. Some of the people who had bet all their wealth on Sheng Yangwen had an ominous premonition in their hearts.
A person who could possess such a tyrannical battle intent was definitely not someone to be trifled with.
"Although that guy hurt me a lot, it was still quite comfortable. Hehe, I must defeat him next time."
Long Yue Guan watched from the side as he shouted.
His words, however, made the bystanders feel disgusted.
He was beaten up so miserably, yet he still said it was comfortable.
However, when they remembered that he was a member of the Long Family, they felt relieved. However, all of them couldn't help but want to stay away from him.
It was definitely not a good thing to be entangled by such a person.
…
"Whirlwind Hand."
Sheng Yangwen coldly stared at Feng Hao. He made a grabbing motion with his palm, and a whirlwind-shaped energy shot towards Feng Hao with a whistling sound.
"Unparalleled fleshly body."
With a single thought from Fenghao, a dazzling golden light burst forth like the radiance of the sun. It covered his entire body as if he was wearing a divine armor.
"Rushing Tiger Fist."
When the whirlwind arrived in front of him, he didn't hesitate at all to unleash the power he had gathered in his fist, bombarding the whirlwind that was like a tornado.
"Bang!"
The enormous power tore everything apart. The fist directly shattered the melody of the whirlwind, and the whirlwind was shattered into nothingness. At the same time, Feng Hao fearlessly charged towards Sheng Yangwen. The two of them clashed with their fists and feet, and a great battle ensued. Tremors constantly resounded from their fists and feet.
"Good fella, the newly promoted number one is indeed not weak. He actually dares to fight with his physical body."
"Looks like there's going to be a tough battle …"
"He … is really just a newbie."
Discussions broke out in the arena because the two of them were locked in a stalemate. Numerous astonished and shocked gazes were placed on the dazzling golden figure on the arena.
"Bang! Bang! …"
Following a muffled thunderous explosion, the two of them were pushed away by a huge force and were separated by a very long distance.
At this moment, there was no doubt that Sheng Yangwen's heart was filled with shock. The strength transmitted from Fenghao's fists and legs caused the bones in his body to feel as if they had been shattered. Cold sweat seeped out from his forehead and slid down.
"I can't drag this on any longer."
Looking at Feng Hao, who was neither panting nor flushed, Sheng Yangwen's eyes abruptly narrowed.
"Heavenly Guardian Vajra Fist."
Sheng Yangwen brought out his ultimate skill. As his fist vibrated, the image of a vajra appeared, emitting a piercingly cold aura and vast might. He was like an ancient monarch that had come from the ancient times. With the vajra in his hand, he crushed everything in his way. The surrounding space rippled like a lake, opening a path for him.
This martial skill that could bring about a phenomenon was undoubtedly a Saint Rank martial skill.
"Sky Flipping Palm."
Looking at the image of a vajra on Sheng Yangwen's fist, Feng Hao did not dare to hold back. With a flip of his hand, he drew two large arrays and poured pitch-black Phantom Force and Sky Punishment energy into them, forming a huge palm.
"Rumble."
When this hand seal was formed, a majestic and supreme majesty was emitted. This arm was like the arm of a real god. The pressure that erupted from it was suffocating and made people want to submit to it.
"So, he has already mastered the Sky Flipping Palm …"
Surprise flashed across Liu Canyan's long and narrow eyes as she stood in the distance. And because of the existence of this handprint, an unknown heat flashed across her eyes. After a while, she sighed softly. "What a pity …"
"Rumble."
A deafening explosion erupted from within the arena. A small mushroom cloud rose from within, and a gale that could easily kill an ordinary peak Wu Huang expert wreaked havoc within. At the same time, the crowd also saw that when the pitch-black palm pressed down, the image of a vajra on Sheng Yangwen's fist was directly crushed. The vast might pressed down, and even someone as strong as Sheng Yangwen was sent flying by the extremely powerful force.
"How is this possible?"
As they looked at Sheng Yangwen, whose arms were trembling and whose face was deathly pale, the eyes of everyone present were perfectly round as they stared dumbfoundedly at this scene.
It was obvious that even though Sheng Yangwen had used the ultimate skill that he had painstakingly obtained, he was still at a disadvantage.
"Sky Flipping Palm."
Perhaps it was because of the Dragon Moon Pass, but Fenghao was not courteous with him. Without giving him any time to catch his breath, Fenghao once again condensed a handprint. Huge palms were condensed and smashed towards him, causing him to fall back repeatedly. Finally, he was slapped away and crashed into the barrier. A mouthful of blood directly spurted out, and his momentum also weakened.
The power of the Sky Overturning Palm Imprint was capable of withstanding heavenly punishment. Although it didn't bring about any unusual phenomenon, it possessed a special might that would put a tremendous pressure on one's spirit. That was the reason why Sheng Yangwen was defeated so quickly.
"I … lost."
Looking at the pitch-black palm hanging above his head, Sheng Yangwen bitterly lowered his arm.
He never thought that there would be a day where he would be defeated so miserably. Moreover, he was defeated by a newcomer.
"Fifth Update."
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