Heaven's Pole Academy, second floor of Sacred Martial Hall. After Feng Hao and his group walked in, a group of people who followed behind almost burst the entire place. This made the people inside a little confused. They didn't understand why so many people would rush over. Moreover, there were people from the other two prefectures.
However, very quickly, they all learned about what happened from the mouths of their acquaintances. They were immediately greatly surprised.
A bet of one thousand credits, this was really a huge gamble.
Furthermore, the thing that shocked them the most was that this new student actually proposed to defeat his opponent with a single move if they were at the same cultivation level.
If it wasn't for the fact that in the Heaven Martial Field, Feng Hao defeated Leng Heng, who possessed the Netherworld Divine Physique, in one move, everyone would think that he was overestimating himself.
But now, everything was hard to say. No one could guess the final result.
Because of the commotion here, the people on the arena quickly came down. Feng Hao and Leng Huan, on the other hand, went to the registration office to register.
"Are we going to bet or not? Are we going to bet or not?"
Xie Yandong and Long Yueguan immediately started shouting with a look of excitement.
Just now, their credits had doubled. If they could earn credits for free, why wouldn't they earn it?
"Let's bet, let's bet. If Leng Huan wins, the odds are 20 to 1. If the newcomer wins, the odds are 5 to 1."
A short while later, the scene was filled with noise and clamor.
Although they felt that the odds were too low, Xie Yandong and the others had no other choice but to place their bets while cursing.
After all, it was a free gift. Why wouldn't they accept it?
This time, everyone had learned their lesson. Seeing that the few of them had all placed their bets on Fenghao, many people immediately placed their bets on Fenghao. On the contrary, Leng Huan's side was cold and quiet. Even the people from the Ministry of Hell only placed a small amount of bets symbolically. No one placed a huge bet.
Under such circumstances, the odds changed once again...
Leng Huan's victory, 10 to 1. Feng Hao's victory, 10 to 1.
Such a result made Leng Huan, who was at the registration office, have an extremely ugly expression.
Could it be that he really couldn't withstand a single move from this fellow?
He gritted his teeth so hard that they were about to break, and his eyes were spitting out flames of anger. He swore in his heart that he would make Feng Hao suffer a fate worse than death.
"Junior brother, Master can really defeat Leng Huan in a single move."
The two students who had been treated by Feng Hao stood beside the people of Longyue Pass and asked softly.
"Hehe."
Long Yueguan grinned, his white teeth flashing with a cold light. He said, "Just that kind of trash, little brat Feng can fight ten of them, even a hundred of them wouldn't be a problem."
His boasting immediately drew the dark gazes of many Nine Nether Mansion students as they stared at him with ill intent.
"What are you looking at? Do you need Grandpa Long to loosen your muscles?"
Long Yue Guan was not afraid of them at all. He stared back with his eyes wide open. His tone was extremely arrogant.
He didn't know what forbearance was. To him, the more enemies he had, the better. As long as it wasn't someone like Feng Hao, who was much weaker than him, then there wouldn't be any problems.
"Humph."
Snorts rang out from all directions, but no one responded to him.
The reason why these people ignored him was naturally not because they feared his strength, but because they were worried that Feng Hao would provoke them again. That would truly be a loss of face.
Just like now. Regardless of the outcome, Leng Huan would become a laughing stock.
Very quickly, Feng Hao and Leng Huan entered the stage and stood opposite each other, with a distance of several dozen meters between them.
"Don't be so nervous. I've already said that I'll defeat you in a single move. If I don't lose, then it'll be my loss."
Feng Hao slightly stretched his body as he spoke in a mocking tone towards Leng Huan, who was slowly gathering his aura.
"Arrogant."
A cold glint flashed across Leng Huan's eyes. Following which, an endless amount of cold air gushed out from his body. It was as if he had encountered a huge avalanche. A huge aura that was visible to the naked eye swept towards Feng Hao like a tidal wave. It was as if he wanted to crush Feng Hao within it.
"Battling Heavens Art."
Fenghao's eyes suddenly focused. Immediately, an extremely berserk aura rushed out from within his body. His eyes also became scarlet red as a result. He was like a wild beast staring at its prey as he locked onto Leng Huan. A ridiculing arc appeared from the corner of his mouth.
"Rumble …"
With a thought, the Illusionary Force within his body surged like a river, erupting with waves of thunderous explosions. The aura was vast, and in an instant, it surpassed Leng Huan.
"Dammit, how is this possible."
Feeling the extremely powerful pressure, astonishment flashed across Leng Huan's ice-cold eyes.
He could not believe that Feng Hao's strength had increased by several times for no reason. With just his aura alone, he had directly crushed his aura. "Could it be that he has been hiding his strength all along?"
Cold sweat seeped out from his forehead and slid down.
This pressure told him that the person in front of him was definitely not someone he could withstand.
Although the people below the stage did not feel as if they were in the same situation, they could still see the difference.
This was because in the confrontation of auras, Leng Huan had already fallen into a disadvantageous position.
A Sixth Order Mortal Saint actually lost to a First Order Mortal Saint in terms of aura. This made them feel incredulous, but at the same time, they also understood how extraordinary Feng Hao was.
He was definitely not as simple as he looked on the surface.
However, at this moment, Leng Huan could only bite the bullet. After all, he could not allow Ye Futian to directly admit defeat under the pressure of his aura.
"Netherworld Skylight Array."
As soon as he made his move, he activated the defensive array that he was most proficient in. Strands of it linked together, forming a netherworld space that enveloped him.
"Woo woo …"
Inside, a ghostly wind whistled, emitting howls that sounded like the wails of ghosts and the howls of wolves. The aura was rather powerful, intimidating the surroundings.
"Netherworld Desolate Fist."
The psionic energy in his body was mobilized. He spread his legs and pushed his hands out. A ferocious beast that looked like a demon from hell was formed. It was eight feet tall and had a sinister expression on its face. Its bright and cold eyes were like two lanterns, and its huge body almost filled the entire space on the stage. Under Leng Huan's control, a large eerie hand stretched out and slammed down on Feng Hao with a biting cold aura.
Saint Skill.
Even though Leng Huan's cultivation had been suppressed to the level of a peak Martial Emperor, he was still able to unleash the attack with his comprehension of the Saint Skill. It immediately caused the space to tremble and collapse in all directions, causing many of the students of the Courts of Hell below the arena to reveal looks of joy.
The might of the Saint Skill was unstoppable. In an instant, its power had increased by tens of times, causing the entire space on the stage to tremble.
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