"Good, very good."
Leng Huan's face was covered in a thin layer of frost. His eyes were as deep as the netherworld, so cold that it could freeze a person's soul.
He had never imagined that this newcomer would dare to take him down a notch like this.
If we were at the same level, I would defeat you in one move.
At this moment, regardless of whether he accepted the challenge or not, he had already lost his face. Moreover, even if he won, there was nothing to brag about as a senior student defeating a new student.
"Hehe, …"
After a brief moment of astonishment, Xie Yandong, Long Yue Guan and the others also came to their senses. Then, a creepy laughter came from their mouths.
In the Tomb World, Fenghao had suppressed three members of the Immortals organization to the point that they were unable to retaliate even though they were of the same cultivation level. What could this Leng Huan amount to?
It could be said that in the entire Nine Nether Palace, only the Supreme Netherworld Emperor Physique could compare to Feng Hao.
Therefore, they knew that someone was going to be in big trouble. As for Leng Heng and the others, they stood there dumbfounded. They didn't even know how to express their anger. They looked at Fenghao as if they were looking at a monster.
The two Human Emperor Mansion students who were treating Feng Hao seemed to want to persuade him. After exchanging a glance, they walked over and stood silently beside Feng Hao.
In an instant, the situation became tense because of Feng Hao's words. The students of the Human Emperor Mansion and the Nine Nether Palace looked at each other with hostility.
At this moment, it was no longer about their glory, but the prestige of the two mansions.
"What, don't tell me … you don't dare?"
Facing the enraged Leng Huan, Fenghao was not the slightest bit nervous. His crimson eyes coldly stared at Leng Huan. The corner of his mouth slightly moved as he spoke in an indifferent tone. It was as if he was an expert looking down on his opponent.
"Since you're courting death, I'll fulfill your wish."
Leng Huan's eyes were bloodshot as he spoke through gritted teeth. His expression made it seem as if he wanted to tear Feng Hao apart on the spot.
He had never imagined that the freshman before him would actually provoke him directly.
"It's good that you dare … However, I don't want to fight for nothing."
After he agreed, the corners of Feng Hao's mouth raised even higher and he said in a contemptuous tone, "1,000 credits per round, do you dare?"
"Hiss, …"
The moment these words came out, the surrounding people could not help but suck in a breath of cold air.
One thousand credits. How many people in this hall could take out such a huge amount of credits?
Credits were definitely a consumable. Very few people could accumulate four digits of credits before using them.
"Good heavens."
The eyelids of Xie Yandong and the others twitched involuntarily, their hearts twitching.
This slaughter was really not fierce at all.
They were glad that they were friends with Feng Hao. Otherwise, if they had such an enemy, they wouldn't be able to eat or sleep well.
"You, you …"
Leng Huan's eyes widened as his body trembled in anger. He was somewhat speechless.
Just now, he had just lost 500 credits. How could he still take out 1,000 credits now?
"Don't tell me you can't even take out 1,000 credits."
With a flip of his hand, Feng Hao took out his jade pendant and waved it in his hand. His eyes were filled with mockery as he sneered, "Could this be the elite of the Nine Hell Palace? Tch … I'm too disappointed. You can't even compare to a freshman like me."
"Hush …"
Seeing Leng Huan's embarrassed appearance, boos rang out from the surroundings, causing his face to turn purple.
"Leng Huan."
A cold voice rang out. It was bone-chilling, like a gust of cold wind, directly suppressing the boos of the audience, causing everyone to look sideways.
Feng Hao raised his eyebrows. He saw a man in his thirties with a chilling aura walk down from a nearby stage. His footsteps seemed slow, but they were actually extremely quick. In just two or three steps, he had already appeared in front of Leng Huan. He was extremely ghostly, giving off an unreal feeling.
"Take out your jade pendant."
The person's eyes were filled with disdain and indifference. He swept a glance at Feng Hao, before speaking to Leng Huan in an indifferent tone. It was as if Feng Hao was merely an ant beneath his feet, unable to receive his attention.
"Yes."
Leng Huan seemed to be extremely afraid of this man. He lowered his head, not even daring to look at him. With a flip of his hand, he handed his jade pendant over to the person.
After he took out his jade pendant, the surrounding people were instantly shocked as they looked at the countless specks of light. However, when they thought of this person's identity, they understood.
"The number one person below the Great Saint realm in the Nine Nether Mansion, Leng Jun."
As the old students whispered to the side, Feng Hao learned of the person's identity.
"In just a short 130 years, Leng Jun has stepped from the peak of the Wu Huang realm to the peak of the Mortal Saint realm. Such speed is truly frightening. His future is limitless."
Many people sighed, their words filled with envy and jealousy.
There weren't many people in the entire Elysium that could compare to this kind of talent and aptitude. To be able to become the number one person below the Great Saint realm in the Nine Nether Mansion, he possessed more than just speed.
"You're on your own."
After deducting a thousand academic points, Leng Jun threw the jade pendant to Leng Huan. After leaving behind these cold words, he walked out of the hall without the slightest pause. It was as if all of this had nothing to do with him.
"The number one person below the Great Saint realm?"
The corner of Feng Hao's mouth slightly curved, but he didn't say anything.
He could feel the deep purgatory-like energy in Leng Jun's body, but he wasn't afraid.
"Let's go."
Feng Hao swept a glance at the gloomy Leng Huan, then pulled Joan Of Arc's little hand and walked out of the hall.
The Heaven Martial Field's arena didn't have the ability to restrict one's cultivation level. Hence, they could only go to the Sacred Martial Hall.
The corner of Leng Huan's mouth slightly opened, but he didn't say anything. He fiercely glared at the skinny man and the others beside him, then angrily flung his sleeves and followed after them.
Leng Heng and the others looked at each other and sighed helplessly.
They didn't expect that Feng Hao would be so daring to directly challenge Leng Huan, who was already a Sixth Order Mortal Saint.
Even if they were at the same level, Leng Huan would still have an advantage without using origin energy. How could he be so confident that he could defeat Leng Huan?
"Let's go …"
After they walked out, a large group of people immediately followed behind them. There were people from all three mansions, causing the originally noisy hall to become much more spacious in an instant.
"Looks like the Human Emperor Mansion also has a powerful little guy this time …"
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