Fury of the Phoenix
"Mountain River List top ten, first round, Zhao Yu against Qi Chu Chu!"
The black-robed elder in charge of refereeing didn't care about how shocked the disciples below were. Once the rankings were announced, the competition would immediately begin.
And this match was between Zhao Yu and Qi Chuchu, who was ranked fourth in the inner court. Many disciples who supported Zhao Yu were already sighing.
In the end, although Zhao Yu was strong, Qi Chu Chu was ranked fourth in the previous Mountain River List, a half step Martial Honorable expert. The battle between the two had yet to begin, but the disparity was obvious.
Ye Fei couldn't help but glance at Zhao Yu when he saw the ranking announced by the Elder. He said helplessly, "Zhao Yu, it looks like you're in for a tough battle this time."
"What? Do you think I'll definitely lose?" Zhao Yu suddenly glared at him, a little angry.
Ye Fei immediately felt that this princess was really hard to please. He simply shut his mouth and said, "Good luck."
Only then did Zhao Yu fly into the ring with satisfaction. Qi Chuchu, who was standing at the side and talking to the Tenth Prince, saw this and also walked up to the arena with light steps like a butterfly.
Qi Chuchu was demonstrating her strength. Many disciples couldn't help but cheer when they saw Qi Chuchu's display of strength.
Ye Fei's eyes lit up. This Qi Chuchu wasn't a simple person. As if she had noticed Ye Fei's gaze, Qi Chuchu suddenly smiled at Ye Fei. "Little brother, not bad. No wonder you were willing to spend 100,000 contribution points to bid for the Seven Killing Fist. It turns out that your perception is so strong. When we meet later, you have to go easy on me."
Eh!
Ye Fei broke out in a cold sweat. This Qi Chuchu was still the same. She would take pleasure in teasing others. Especially when she called him 'little brother', it made Ye Fei feel depressed.
He had already seen many of the disciples who adored Qi Chuchu, including a few of the Mountain River List experts, all of them were glaring at him angrily.
"Qi Chuchu, let's begin."
Zhao Yu did not know why, but when he looked at Qi Chuchu, anger suddenly rose in his heart. With just a glare, the temperature in the arena suddenly rose rapidly.
In an instant, a huge ball of fire appeared around Qi Chuchu. Ye Fei was shocked. He knew that Princess Zhao Yu was getting angry for no reason again.
"I wonder what kind of constitution Zhao Yu has. Her flames are really hard to guard against. I wonder how Qi Chuchu will deal with it." Ye Fei stared intently at the arena.
All the disciples present, as well as many of the elders, stared at the arena without blinking. After all, this was a fight for the top ten positions in the inner sect, and it was a fight between two female disciples.
Such a battle was very rare in the entire Holy Land. Naturally, no one would miss this battle. There were even people who were secretly betting on who would emerge victorious in the battle between the two goddesses.
"Princess, you can do it! We will always support you! " Seeing Zhao Yu using the mysterious flames again, many disciples cheered loudly for Zhao Yu.
"Senior sister Qi Chuchu, do your best. You must win!" There were also many disciples who supported Qi Chuchu who cheered loudly.
Bang!
As though in response to the cheers, Qi Chuchu who was surrounded by flames suddenly extended her white fist and waved it forward. The flames surrounding her were all shattered.
"Zhao Yu, your flames are truly unique. But it is a pity that you cannot block my Innate Tyrant Fist! Tyrannical beyond compare! " Qi Chuchu was no longer flirtatious. Her body suddenly had a heroic spirit like that of a man. A cold tyrannical aura was emitted from her fists.
Bang bang bang!
Under the pressure of Qi Chuchu's fists, the air actually exploded. It was hard to imagine that such a ferocious and tyrannical fist technique could be unleashed by a lady.
But this was the terror of Qi Chuchu, the fourth ranked expert of the Mountain River List.
"Fire Ray!"
Zhao Yu's face immediately congealed. She did not retreat, but instead took a step forward. Just as Qi Chuchu unleashed her Tyrant Fist and shattered the flames.
A regiment of blazing flames enveloped Zhao Yu's entire body. Finally, it transformed into a terrifying fire ray. It swept past the sturdy stage, burning a pitch black ravine. Then, it flew towards Qi Chuchu.
Bang!
The Innate Tyrant Fist and the fire ray collided. Qi Chuchu staggered. The boundless tyrannical aura was actually suppressed.
Zhao Yu was perspiring profusely. Her face revealed a rare look of shock. Qi Chuchu actually used her fists to shatter the high temperature fire ray that she had released.
"Innate Tyrant Fist is truly powerful." Zhao Yu retreated continuously, not daring to get close to Qi Chuchu.
"Your physique is also very strong." Qi Chuchu praised Zhao Yu. Then, the boundless tyrannical aura once again surfaced from Qi Chuchu's body.
"Ha!"
Qi Chuchu exhaled. She did not give Zhao Yu any chance to retreat. A terrifying fist aura exploded out. Suddenly, it transformed into a large number of fist images, covering the entire stage.
The ring was trembling under the power of Qi Chuchu's Tyrant Fist. The shadow of the fist, which was as large as a millstone, was constantly smashing towards Zhao Yu's body, leaving terrifying deep pits on the ground.
Borrowing the cover of the fist images, Qi Chuchu's figure became even more tyrannical. She quickly closed in on Zhao Yu. She wanted to borrow the strength of a half step Martial Saint and the violence of the Tyrant Fist to get rid of Zhao Yu in one breath.
Zhao Yu's sudden retreat had already allowed Qi Chuchu to discover Zhao Yu's weakness in close combat. Now, she wanted to use this weakness to quickly get rid of Zhao Yu.
"As expected of the fourth ranked expert of the Mountain River List. Even Zhao Yu's flames are unable to block Senior Sister Qi's Tyrant Fist." Luo Jing sighed.
"Hehe, that might not be the case. Little girl Zhao's Phoenix's Fury is much more terrifying than the Dragon's Fury." Wang Bai laughed indifferently. While the others were holding their breaths and nervously watching the battle on the stage, Wang Bai's expression was extremely calm. He even faintly emitted an aura that transcended the mortal world.
This caused Ye Fei's expression to become strange. He subconsciously looked carefully at Zhao Yu who was forced to the corner of the stage. Suddenly, Ye Fei noticed something.
Even though he was being forced to retreat, the temperature of the flames on the stage did not decrease. Instead, it was increasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Qi Chuchu's Innate Tyrant Fist looked ferocious and tyrannical. But Ye Fei's sharp senses discovered that every step Qi Chuchu took was extremely difficult. Her forehead was covered in sweat that dripped onto the ground.
Finally, when Qi Chuchu was ten steps away from Zhao Yu, she stopped. She seemed to be hesitating. Finally, she clenched her teeth and took another step forward.
"Tyrant Fist of Mountains and Rivers!"
Bang!
An extremely ferocious fist image was thrown forward by Qi Chuchu. The air in front of her immediately exploded. The sturdy stage was unable to withstand the tyrannical Qi. A gigantic crack, with Qi Chuchu as the center, quickly rushed towards the corner where Zhao Yu was standing.
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