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"How is this boy?"
At the very end of the viewing platform, at the highest edge, were two youths around eighteen years old. They were lazily leaning on the railing as they looked down at the stage. When Chen Hao instantly defeated his opponent, one of the youths narrowed his eyes and asked.
This youth was small and skinny. He had an ordinary appearance. Although he was also wearing luxurious silver clothes, he did not seem luxurious at all. Instead, he seemed like a waiter in a hotel. His appearance, aura and clothes, he was definitely the type of person that would be drowned out in a crowd. That was because even his gaze was very ordinary. There was not the slightest trace of the aura of an expert. However, the symbol and color on his right chest proved his identity. He was the head disciple of the Xuanwu Empire's New Show Hall, one of the five great palaces, the White Tiger Hall.
"He's so-so. Perhaps he's on par with me two years ago … What's wrong? Could it be that you're interested?" The other handsome youth said lazily. The symbol and color on this youth's chest made it clear that he was the head disciple of the Azure Dragon Hall.
"I can't say that I'm interested. His cultivation is too low. However, I would like to see how profound his flying blade technique is … "The ordinary-looking youth frowned and said with narrowed eyes. Even he was unable to determine what sort of profoundness Chen Hao's stunning flying blade technique contained.
"You won't have the chance. The fourth group's opponent should be Yin Fenghan. He might even have the chance to become our opponent … The strength of the vassal states this time is pretty good. It seems that we will have to pay more attention to them … "
… …
Ding! Ding! Boom! Boom!
Boom! Mo Yuyi, who was at the end of the line, finally stepped onto the stage. His opponent was a rank three Martial Emperor from the Great Qian Kingdom. When that guy saw that Mo Yuyi was only a rank one Martial Emperor, his confidence soared. He wanted to kill Mo Yuyi with his sword.
However, once he stepped onto the stage, Mo Yuyi's incomparably sharp sword intent wreaked havoc. With a single move, he gained the absolute advantage. His sword strikes were extremely sharp and crafty. They were all deadly, causing his opponent to be in a completely passive state.
It was only a level 9 sword skill, 'Heartless Sword', in the hands of a swordsman like Mo Yuyi, had achieved true ruthlessness. However, even though that rank three Martial Emperor was completely suppressed, his vigorous Origin Energy greatly surpassed Mo Yuyi's. Thus, that rank three Martial Emperor did not plan to admit defeat at all. He believed that as long as he could persist for a couple more minutes, when Mo Yuyi's incomparably sharp sword techniques were used up, it would be the time for him to counterattack!
But …
"Die!"
Weng!
Mo Yuyi, who had always been weaker in terms of origin energy, suddenly narrowed his eyes. The large sword in his hand let out a short humming sound, and a bright golden light flashed out. An incomparably sharp and invincible energy appeared in Mo Yuyi's sword, as fast as lightning!
Puff, bang!
Chu Feng's sword pierced through that rank three Martial Emperor's roar. Then, with a sudden twist, a bloody head rolled out from that rank three Martial Emperor's neck. A thick arrow of blood shot up three meters into the air, filling the sky with a bloody mist …
Like a sword, Mo Yuyi stood proudly on the stage. He took out a snow-white handkerchief and, before the gazes of the crowd, gently wiped away the blood on his large sword with a gentle and pampering gaze. In reality, after his sword pierced the throat, there would not be any blood on his sword. However, in this bitter battle, Mo Yuyi used an even more cruel method. Even though he knew that his opponent would definitely die, he still cut off his opponent's head.
Compared to Chen Hao's stunning blade strike, the visual shock it brought to the crowd was even greater!
After gently wiping his large sword clean, Mo Yuyi sheathed his sword. With an indifferent expression, he flew back to the viewing platform.
… …
When there were only two matches left in the first round, the number thirty Helian Wuzi of the ninth group finally appeared. Helian Wuzi was a rank three Martial Emperor. Her opponent was only a rank two Martial Emperor. Helian Wuzi did not use her Five Elements Energy at all. With a palm strike, she sent her opponent flying out of the stage, seriously injuring him.
… …
The first round ended. Only Dongfang Jian, Zhao Yunlong, Bai Lixi, Dongfang Jun, Zhao Yunfei, Baili Yan, Chen Hao, Mo Yuyi and Helian Wuzi remained in the Zhenyuan Kingdom.
After a short rest of fifteen minutes, the second round began. The order of appearance was still the same as before.
After the second round began, the battles became even more bitter. However, the death rate decreased. The reason for that was because some disciples would directly choose to admit defeat when they encountered opponents with an enormous disparity in cultivation.
In the first eight matches, Yi Minghao, Dongfang Jian and the other head disciples did not fight. Yet, they were able to advance to the third round.
Zhao Yunlong, Bai Lixi, Dongfang Jun, Zhao Yunfei and Baili Yan advanced again. Baili Yan encountered a rank five Martial Emperor with the same cultivation as him. His battle power was on par with his. Although he advanced, he was unable to participate in the next round.
Zhao Yunlong and Bai Lixi were the head disciples of their respective palaces. Thus, they easily won their matches and seriously injured their opponents. That was nothing. However, Dongfang Jun and Zhao Yunfei displayed astonishing battle power in their matches. Both of them killed their rank five Martial Emperors.
However, even with that being the case, both Zhao Yunfei and Dongfang Jun no longer had the arrogance they had before. This was especially true for Dongfang Jun. When he saw Chen Hao's stunning blade strike that instantly killed a rank six Martial Emperor, although he did not wish to admit it, he knew that he was no match for Chen Hao.
… …
"In the fourth group, number twenty three from the Zhenyuan Kingdom, Chen Hao, number twenty five from the Great Peak Kingdom, Meng Fei, please step onto the stage."
Number twenty four had already been killed by Chen Hao. This time around, his opponent was Meng Fei, the rank five Martial Emperor. Before the start of this round, everyone was able to predict who their opponent would be. In the previous round, all the groups were consecutive matches. One person would win, and the other would be eliminated. In this round, Chen Hao's opponent was number twenty five from the group below him.
Right after Chen Hao stepped onto the stage, he immediately moved back. There was nothing he could do about it. His opponent had actually chosen to admit defeat. Evidently, he had been frightened by Chen Hao's stunning blade strike. Furthermore, he simply had no way to defeat it.
In this round, Mo Yuyi and Helian Wuzi were unlucky. Mo Yuyi's opponent was a rank five Martial Emperor from the Great Qian Kingdom. As for Helian Wuzi, she was a rank six Martial Emperor from the Great Peak Kingdom. The disparity in cultivation was simply too enormous. Thus, under the advice of Chen Hao and Huang Qi, they directly chose to admit defeat. Otherwise, they might very well be killed by their opponents.
After entering the third round, only Dongfang Jian, Zhao Yunlong, Bai Lixi, Dongfang Jun, Zhao Yunfei and Chen Hao remained. Baili Yan was seriously injured and was unable to participate in the battle. Only eight people remained in each group. Among them, one person had advanced to the next round.
… …
"Junior brother, your opponent this time around is Ran Miaomiao … are you confident in winning?" Yunfeiyan took a glance at Fang Qing, who had regained consciousness with the help of top quality healing medicinal pellets. However, her face was still pale. She turned to Chen Hao and asked.
"Yes," Chen Hao calmly said. Since he had already set a target for himself, there was no need for him to hide too much. After all, he would soon be seen.
… …
"Hehe, rank eight Martial Emperor, allow this crown prince to end your match …" Yi Minghao looked to the two meter tall, majestic lion-like youngster before him. He, who was a head shorter than him, actually spoke with disdain.
"Enough of your superfluous words. Go ahead and attack! "The majestic youngster had a serious expression. However, he was not afraid in the slightest.
This was the first match of the third round. Yi Minghao's opponent was the second ranked expert of the Chunjun Kingdom, Meng Nan. His strength was definitely not inferior to the seeded contestants. He was twenty-two years old. Like Dongfang Jian, Bai Lixi and Zhao Yunlong, he had already participated in the Eight Nation Rookie Competition twice. This was his final opportunity.
Yi Minghao was only a rank six Martial Emperor. However, since he was able to become the head disciple of the Great Qian Kingdom, Meng Nan did not dare to look down on him in the slightest.
"Bang!"
Meng Nan took the initiative to attack. With a single step, a deep crater appeared on the hard rocky ground. His majestic body actually disappeared. For such a body to possess such speed, it was truly astonishing.
It was as if his fist had landed on Yi Minghao's face.
The wind created by the fist was vast and mighty. Yi Minghao's smile of contempt was immediately blown away by the wind created by the fist. When he was seen again, he was already ten meters away from Meng Nan. Even his posture and expression did not change in the slightest.
… …
"So fast … how could this Position Shifting Shadows be so powerful?"
"This Yi Minghao is only a rank six Martial Emperor. Yet, he possesses such astonishing strength. He is most definitely a genius that only appears once every hundred years …"
… …
"You have the appearance of a monstrous beast. Never would I have expected that your speed would be pretty good. Unfortunately, before this crown prince, you're nothing more than a fart. As long as you can touch the corner of this crown prince's clothes, you'll win. I'll give you ten chances …" Yi Minghao crossed his arms before his chest and spoke with contempt.
Yi Minghao's arrogant words caused the crowd to look at each other in dismay. Touching the corner of his clothes meant losing? No matter what, Meng Nan was a rank eight Martial Emperor!
This was simply undisguised contempt and humiliation!
"Roar!"
Meng Nan let out a beast-like roar. His speed abruptly increased once again. His speed was so fast that it was unimaginable. The Origin Power in his body had also been pushed to the pinnacle. However, the following scene caused everyone to be overwhelmed with shock.
One bolt, two bolts, three bolts, four bolts …
A total of eight identical figures appeared around Meng Nan. Furthermore, it was impossible to tell if they were real or fake.
"Two times, three times …"
All of the figures spoke at the same time. They were indifferently counting the number of times Meng Nan attacked.
"This guy has comprehended the wind attribute from the wood attribute …" Chen Hao, who was staring at the stage, frowned slightly. His valiant soul perception allowed him to capture a trace of Yi Minghao's aura. The eight figures that appeared to be unmoving were all real. That was because Yi Minghao was moving with a frightening speed. Every time he arrived at a figure, he would stop for an extremely short period of time so that the afterimage would continue to maintain his appearance. This was the secret skill 'Position Shifting Shadows.' As for the reason why he was able to do it without making any sound, it was because he had fused with the concept of wind and caused everyone to have an illusion.
"Seven times … eight times …"
Yi Minghao's voice became more and more disdainful.
Meng Nan was like a mad beast. He was using all of his strength to increase his speed unceasingly. Was he unable to even touch the corner of his opponent's clothes?
"Puu!"
What no one expected was that when Meng Nan released his ninth pursuit, a cold light suddenly appeared like lightning when Meng Nan was about to reach one of the figures.
Before most people could see what happened, Meng Nan's large body seemed to have lost control. He tumbled and spat out an arrow of blood that dyed the stage and sky red.
"Idiot! You really are all brawn and no brains. I told you to touch this prince's clothes, but I didn't tell you not to defend … "Yi Minghao's eight figures merged into one. His white robe was spotless as he spoke these words that made everyone's hearts turn cold.
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