The battle between Ao Wushuang and Han Qianze ended. Soon, the second battle began.
The second battle was between Hong Qingtian and Mo Yue.
Hong Qingtian was the Sixth Prince of the Great Hong Empire, and Mo Yue was the young master of Cold-blood Hall. They were ranked fifth and eighth on the List of Top 100 Talents.
In the fighting ring, Hong Qingtian, dressed in an official robe, exuded the aura of a true emperor.
Mo Yue, on the other hand, was the complete opposite of him. His black robe and bloodthirsty eyes gave off a gloomy vibe.
Cold-blood Hall was a Diabolism Sect with a cruel nature. The six superpowers had long been disgusted by it. If not for their fear of Cold-blood Hall's strength, the six superpowers would have destroyed it long ago.
The two men started fighting immediately after they entered the ring.
"Eight Desolations Palm!"
Hong Qingtian slammed his palm towards Mo Yue. The power of the palm was impressive and shook the surroundings.
"Break!"
Mo Yue stretched out his pale palm and retaliated. The palm print was destroyed at the same time. The two men were evenly matched.
"Hong Qingtian, you are no match for me now!"
Mo Yue shouted coldly and immediately rushed towards Hong Qingtian.
Mo Yue's figure transformed in the air. One turned into two, two turned into four, and in the blink of an eye, there were 16 figures that rushed toward Hong Qingtian in a fan shape.
The sixteen silhouettes were illusory, making it hard to distinguish them.
"Blood Devil's Palm!"
The 16 Mo Yue attacked almost at the same time. 16 huge blood-red palm prints crushed toward Hong Qingtian.
"What?"
Hong Qingtian was shocked. The power of the 16 Mo Yue's attack was earth-shattering.
Swoosh!
Hong Qingtian did not dare to block it directly. He quickly dodged and narrowly avoided it.
Swoosh!
At this time, the 16 Mo Yue's quickly surrounded him.
"Destroy!"
Hong Qingtian struck out with both palms and immediately destroyed four of the Mo Yue's.
"Oh no, it's an illusion!"
Hong Qingtian's expression changed. Among the 16 Mo Yue's figures, only one was the real one. The rest were all illusions and had no real attacking power.
The power of their attacks were all illusions to confuse the opponent.
Rumble!!
At this time, the other 12 Mo Yue's attacked at the same time. 12 blood-red palm prints blocked all of Hong Qingtian's escape routes.
"Which one is the real attack?"
Hong Qingtian panicked. Each of the 12 attacks seemed so real, as if they were all real.
He couldn't tell which was the real attack.
Hah!
At the critical moment, Hong Qingtian struck out with both of his palms towards two of the blood-colored palm prints.
At the same time, the True Essence in his body surged, and the thick True Essence strengthened his body, forming a solid True Essence shield.
The two blood-colored palm prints that were attacked by Hong Qingtian were all illusions and were instantly destroyed.
Boom!
The other ten palm prints hit Hong Qingtian's body, one of which was Mo Yue's real attack.
Bang!
With a muffled sound, Hong Qingtian's Quintessential Essence barrier only lasted for the blink of an eye before shattering.
The aftermath of the Bloody Palm Print hit Hong Qingtian's body, instantly pushing him back hundreds of meters. A trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
"Hong Qingtian, lose!"
Mo Yue's figure transformed into 16 figures again and rushed toward Hong Qingtian.
"You want to defeat me so easily? Dream on! "
Hong Qingtian shouted coldly. His body shot up into the sky, and the palm prints surged wildly toward Mo Yue.
Mo Yue's figures continued to be destroyed, but they reappeared. With 16 figures, Mo Yue firmly suppressed Hong Qingtian. Boom! Boom!
Boom! Boom!
Huge palm prints roared across the fighting ring, and Mo Yue's figures were destroyed everywhere.
However, Hong Qingtian couldn't see Mo Yue's real body clearly. He kept retreating and soon suffered serious injuries.
After a few rounds, Hong Qingtian finally lost and was thrown off the fighting ring by Mo Yue.
After devouring part of Hong Qingtian's Dragon Luck, Mo Yue walked off the fighting ring.
However, before he walked off the fighting ring, Mo Yue glanced at Su Mo from afar, and a bloody light flashed in his eyes.
Su Mo frowned. He had seen Mo Yue's gaze, but he didn't know what it meant.
The crowd wasn't surprised that Mo Yue had defeated Hong Qingtian. In the previous competition, the gap between the two had been small, so it was normal for Mo Yue to turn the tables.
The third battle was between Wu Sheng and Duanmu Ying.
"Duanmu Ying is definitely no match for Wu Sheng!"
"That's right. Wu Sheng is even stronger than Huo Ling. He's second only to Ao Wushuang."
"In this competition, perhaps only Wu Sheng and the Ninth Princess can exchange a few blows with Ao Wushuang!"
While the crowd was discussing, Wu Sheng and Duanmu Ying stepped onto the fighting ring.
In the fighting ring, Wu Sheng was expressionless. He carried a black iron long sword on his back and looked like an immovable pine tree.
However, Duanmu Ying, who was opposite him, didn't dare to be careless. She looked extremely serious.
As soon as Duanmu Ying stepped onto the fighting ring, she covered her body with thick Body-protection Genuine Vitality. Glazed Genuine Vitality surged in her hands, and she looked vigilant.
They stared at each other for a few breaths before Wu Sheng made his move.
Clang!
The long sword was unsheathed. There was no sword radiance, but a black light flashed across the void and disappeared.
The next moment, the black sword radiance suddenly appeared in front of Duanmu Ying.
"Destroy!"
Duanmu Ying shouted, and her glazed palm instantly slapped the sword radiance.
Bang!
The Sword Qi collapsed, and Duanmu Ying was forced back more than ten meters. A white mark appeared on her glazed hand, and her hand was almost broken.
Wu Sheng moved like a sharp sword piercing through the void, and he instantly charged at Duanmu Ying.
An unparalleled sharpness was released, and the sharp sword essence formed an illusory sword shadow above Wu Sheng's head.
Wu Sheng's first move was only to test Duanmu Ying's strength. This move began to use the power of his sword essence.
Swoosh!
He slashed out with his sword, and a black sword radiance that was more than ten meters long, like a fine ray of light, split the sky and earth, and slashed at Duanmu Ying.
This sword did not have much power. It only had a peerless sharpness, a sharpness that could cut through everything.
"This …"
Duanmu Ying's face was full of shock. She had no doubt that she would be cut in half by this sword, and she would not be able to resist at all.
Swoosh!
Duanmu Ying quickly retreated, and just as the sword radiance was about to reach her, she retreated from the fighting ring.
Wu Sheng won!
After devouring part of Duanmu Ying's Dragon Luck, Wu Sheng turned around and returned. He did not say a word from beginning to end.
Buzz! Buzz!
Su Mo's Top 100 Talents Token vibrated. It was his turn for the fourth battle.
Swoosh!
Su Mo flew into the fighting ring, and at the same time, his opponent also landed in the fighting ring.
Su Mo turned his head and saw that it was Huo Ling.
Whoosh!
The fighting ring was silent for a moment, and then there was an explosion of shocking cheers.
Su Mo was very popular. He had a winning streak, and he even defeated Han Qianze, who was ranked sixth on the List of Top 100 Talents. No one dared to underestimate him.
"I wonder if Su Mo can defeat Huo Ling again and create another miracle?"
"The ninth princess, the strongest dark horse, defeated Huo Ling. If Su Mo can defeat Huo Ling as well, then he'll be no weaker than the ninth princess!"
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