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"Huala …"
"Ni Jianping! Yang Fan! "
"Li Yifeng! Li Yifeng! Li Yifeng … "
The area where the disciples of the Empire's New Excellence Hall were located immediately erupted with cheers. Ni Jianping and Yang Fan's names had only appeared for an instant before they were completely overshadowed by Li Yifeng's name. Especially some of the female disciples, they were screaming and shouting almost crazily.
It couldn't be helped. Although Ni Jianping and Yang Fan possessed astonishing strength, when compared to the handsome and extremely popular Li Yifeng, their popularity in the Empire New Show Hall was greatly inferior. Especially among the female disciples, Li Yifeng was the Prince Charming in the hearts of many female disciples.
The old man frowned slightly. His sharp gaze immediately swept toward the region where the disciples of the Empire New Show Hall were. His powerful oppressive might immediately caused the crowd to quieten down. Only then did he continue, "Fourth, Great Qian Kingdom's Yi Minghao, rank nine Martial Emperor …"
Although they knew it was not good to interrupt, the region of the Great Qian Kingdom that was right next to the Zhenyuan Kingdom still burst into a short burst of cheers. Yi Minghao, who was sitting right in front, only a few meters away from Chen Hao and the others, had an arrogant expression on his face. He stood up and clasped his fist toward the grand character of the Great Qian Kingdom. Then, he looked at Chen Hao with a provocative and ruthless gaze. Unfortunately, Chen Hao's expression did not change in the slightest. He simply did not look at him …
"Pah! What's there to be proud of? It's merely a seeded contestant. This idiot really thinks he's in the top five … "Dongfang Jun cursed. He had an even more arrogant and domineering expression as he looked at Yi Minghao with disdain.
"Fifth, Great Victory Kingdom's Tantai Lian, rank nine Intent Emperor!"
The old man announced the name of the final seeded contestant. Hearing that name, Chen Hao's gaze couldn't help but look toward the region that burst into cheers. It wasn't because that person was a woman. Instead, it was because Tantai Lian was one of the experts that posed the greatest threat to Chen Hao. Rank nine Intent Emperor. Even if it was an ordinary rank nine Intent Emperor, their battle prowess would still be extremely frightening. Moreover, the other party was only a nineteen-year-old super genius.
"As expected of a beauty … and Helian … cough cough …" Dongfang Jun's eyes immediately lit up as he spoke. He originally wanted to say that she was similar to Helian Wuzi, but he didn't continue speaking halfway.
She was indeed a beauty. The identity of Intent made Tantai Lian look fragile. In the pink dress, just like her name, she was like a lotus flower that grew out of the mud without being stained. Her skin was whiter than snow, and her features were picturesque. No one would be able to associate such a delicate girl with an expert. However, his threat to Chen Hao was ranked fourth by Huangqi. He was second only to the three Martial Grandmasters and had even surpassed Yi Minghao.
…
"The five seeded contestants will be divided into groups one to five according to the order just now. Other participating disciples, please step onto the stage and draw lots! "
At this moment, the old man announced loudly. At the same time, a referee appeared in the middle of the arena with a huge black lottery box.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
In an instant, figures soared into the air and flew onto the arena. Their expressions were solemn and there was a slight trace of nervousness.
"Line up and follow the order. If you draw well, bring your lot to the referee's seat to register the five groups." The old man reminded.
…
"No way … I'm in the first group!"
"F * ck, group two …"
"Phew … luckily, group four …"
After the disciples who drew lots, some were depressed and some rejoiced. Obviously, no one would have thought that the first three groups would have three Martial Grandmasters. Moreover, they were the strongest disciples of the Empire's New Show Hall. Who would be willing to meet them?
From the words of many disciples, it could be seen that everyone had thought of groups four and five, especially group five.
That was a beauty, a rank nine Intent Emperor. Although she was also very strong, it was worth it to be able to exchange blows with such a beauty. Moreover, more importantly, Tantai Xuan, this beauty, had a good reputation. In the Eight Nation Preliminaries, she didn't kill anyone, nor did she heavily injure anyone. She won by lightly injuring her opponent or her opponent admitted defeat.
"Wahaha … Group five, Chen Hao, Brother Cheap, I'm in the fifth group … Haha …" Dongfang Jun, who was the first to draw lots, immediately shouted excitedly after seeing the group and number in his hand.
"Group four …" Dongfang Jian then drew his lot and said. As he spoke, he also walked towards the registration of group four.
Chen Hao's expression was calm as he casually drew his lot. However, after taking a look, he was slightly stunned. Although he didn't care, wasn't his luck too good?
"It can't be?" When Dongfang Jun and Dongfang Jian saw Chen Hao walking towards group one with his lot, they both felt sorry for Chen Hao.
Chen Hao was the strongest out of the three and had the most hope. If he was in group four or five, even if Chen Hao was against Yi Minghao and the beauty, he would have a thirty percent chance of winning. However, against a rank two Martial Ancestor in group one, he simply had no chance of winning. In other words, the first in group one would definitely be Ni Jianping. Chen Hao could only fight for second place. This was equivalent to losing half of his chance.
… …
"The competition has officially begun. Group one, Empire's New Show Hall's Ni Jianping and Formless Kingdom's Li Guohao, please enter the stage!" The referee's vigorous voice resounded through the entire Martial Practice Grounds.
"I admit defeat!"
The disciple called Li Guohao was unexpectedly straightforward. He didn't even enter the stage and spoke loudly.
The referee directly announced Ni Jianping's victory and invited group two's number one Yang Fan and number two to enter the stage.
Number two was a rank nine Martial Emperor from a province. Although he knew his chances of winning were not high, he still bravely entered the stage. According to his understanding, Yang Fan was originally ranked last among the disciples of the Five Great Palaces. Because he was the first to become a Martial Ancestor, he obtained the qualifications to be a seeded participant. Yang Fan's ordinary appearance and ordinary aura caused him to not feel any fear.
However …
When he saw Yang Fan enter the stage while holding a sword with one hand, a trace of pity flashed through the eyes of the handsome and imposing Li Yifeng. In the entire Empire's New Show Hall, although Yang Fan was the head disciple of the White Tiger Hall and had displayed valiant strength, he had never used his sword. The only person who truly understood Yang Fan was Li Yifeng.
Li Yifeng knew very well that this rank nine Martial Emperor would not be able to see the sun tomorrow …
The reason was very simple. The group stage and the top ten ranking were both round-robin matches. The two people with the highest points in each group would advance to the top ten. As for the top ten, the top five people with the highest points would obtain the qualifications to participate in the Hundred Empire Ranking. Killing a person meant that only you could obtain that person's points. Compared to the Eight Nations' New Talent Competition, it was even more cruel …
And now, Yang Fan had entered the stage while holding a sword. What did this mean?
He was going to unsheathe his sword.
Unsheathe his sword must be dyed with blood!
… …
"Wow … Senior brother Yang Fan is holding a sword. I've never seen him use a sword before …"
"Senior brother Yang Fan has always been low-key. Even the head disciples of the Five Great Palaces have never used a sword. I'm afraid that he's really serious this time around! "
"It's very strange. Isn't senior brother Yang Fan proficient in fists and legs? His sword is clearly not a Spirit Artifact. Otherwise, how could he enter the stage with it … "
"Who knows? Senior brother Yang Fan definitely has a Spirit Artifact. He is a disciple of the empire's top family, the Yang Family. Although he is not a direct descendant, the Yang Family values him greatly. How could he not have a Spirit Artifact? "
… …
Chen Hao's sharp hearing picked up the discussions of the disciples in the Empire's New Show Hall. His eyes were shining as he looked at the ordinary youth who had smiled at him before. From the depths of his heart, he felt that this ordinary youth was definitely not as simple as he appeared to be. There must be a demon behind this abnormality. If he was really that ordinary, how could he become a seeded contestant?
… …
Boom!
When the two of them stepped onto the stage, the edges of the stage started to shine with resplendent rays of light. In an instant, a transparent energy barrier appeared around the entire stage.
This caused Chen Hao and the other disciples who had never seen the world to open their eyes wide. Yang Fan and that youth were actually magnified by several times in an instant and appeared clearly before their eyes.
"Match, begin!"
"Bang!
Bang! "Following the order from the referee, that rank nine Martial Emperor youth suddenly stomped his feet and his body started to move with lightning speed. The protective energy around his body was also raised to the pinnacle. Facing Yang Fan, who was a Martial Ancestor Realm cultivator, this youth was clearly planning to use a guerrilla tactic. He was planning to launch a fatal attack at an appropriate time. Only by doing so would he have a chance to win.
On the other hand, the expressionless Yang Fan slowly narrowed his eyes. The treasured sword that he held in his hand trembled slightly. Then, like a breeze, his body disappeared from the crowd's eyes.
"Clang!"
The sound of a treasured sword being unsheathed was heard. In an instant, a chilly radiance blossomed. It was like a resplendent firework. This caused Chen Hao's eyes to suddenly shrink. Slightly shocked, he said, "Amazing!"
At the same time, the indifferent expressions of the peak experts on the viewing platform also changed slightly.
"Puu!"
A muffled sound was heard at practically the same time. Other than the peak experts on the viewing platform, the Martial Ancestor Realm experts below the viewing platform, and Chen Hao, who possessed abnormal talent, no one else was able to clearly see Yang Fan's movements of unsheathing, swinging his sword and sheathing his sword. All they saw was Yang Fan returning to his original position. As for that rank nine Martial Emperor, he also stopped running. Disbelief and fear filled his eyes. After being motionless for half a second, a stream of blood spurted out from his throat with a 'puu' sound.
A single slash to the throat!
The entire martial practice ground was filled with sounds of people sucking in cold air.
Yang Fan's expression did not change in the slightest. It was as if what had happened earlier was completely unrelated to him. An ordinary figure, an ordinary face, an ordinary aura …
However, at this moment, in the eyes of the crowd, Yang Fan had become incomparably frightening. This was especially true for some of the genius disciples who had drawn Yang Fan's group and wanted to defeat him. At this moment, they immediately suppressed those thoughts. A rank nine Martial Emperor was unable to even withstand a single attack from Yang Fan. What sort of battle power was this?
"Fuck … is it true that only being more handsome than him is a merit?"
Li Yifeng cursed gloomily in a low voice. He was extremely jealous of Yang Fan, this act tough god who had pretended to be a Grandmaster. At the same time, he was also faintly afraid. Originally, he had thought that he would at least have a forty percent chance of winning against Yang Fan. However, it would appear that even thirty percent was a problem.
"Number one, Yang Fan, wins! Three points! "
The spirit formation dispersed. With a calm expression, Yang Fan returned to Li Yifeng's side.
"What are you looking at? No matter how much you look, I'm still more handsome than you … fuck! Isn't it only a single move? I only used half a move to end the match! "Li Yifeng said gloomily. As he spoke, he had already stood up. As the number one in group three, it was time for him to enter the stage.
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