Whoosh!
On stage number 320, the Flame Feather Spear in Tang Huan's hand swept out like a divine dragon swinging its tail, creating an incomparably terrifying fiery red storm, its power overflowing the heavens.
Aooo! A tall and sturdy young man's eyes flashed with fear. With a roar, he crazily smashed the black hammer in his hand.
Bang!
The spear and hammer fiercely collided, and an earth-shattering sound reverberated out. The surrounding space seemed to tremble violently.
The tall and sturdy man let out a muffled groan. Just as the giant hammer in his hand flew out, the long spear swept towards his waist with lightning speed. An instant later, the tall and sturdy figure flew out like a cloud amidst the cries of alarm from the crowd below the stage, landing below the stage one after the other with the giant hammer.
With a roll, the tall and sturdy man crawled up. He did not seem to be injured, but his originally tanned face had become as black as the bottom of a pot.
Who the hell was this guy?
He Yunlong was a Peak Rank Six True Spirit cultivator, and was also an expert ranked over five hundred on the Sword-fighting Scoreboard.
He had never seen this person before, could he be a newcomer?
Below the stage, discussions were rife, and one after another, surprised gazes landed on Tang Huan.
Tang Huan retracted his spear and stood there, but did not walk towards the referee stand. Instead, he looked down the stage in the blink of an eye, and two gazes swept past everyone. Just as everyone was feeling doubtful, Tang Huan suddenly laughed, and then shouted: "Which friend is willing to come up and fight with me?
This guy actually wanted to continue fighting with others?
The people below the stage looked at each other in dismay, but no one responded. The strength that Tang Huan had displayed when fighting with He Yunlong was too shocking, an ordinary Rank Six True Spirit cultivator going up was no different from giving away points, even if a Peak Rank Six True Spirit cultivator were to fight, he would not have much of a chance of winning.
Tang Huan frowned, he had already realized what was going on.
However, there was no harm in that. With a thought, Tang Huan intentionally sneered: So many preparatory disciples, are they all cowards?
Many of the people below the stage had a slight change in expression.
They were very clear in their hearts that Tang Huan was provoking them to go up on stage, but knowing was one thing, and being able to endure it was another.
Shut up!
Sure enough, a moment later, an explosive shout rang out. You've only won one battle, yet you dare to be so arrogant. Since that's the case, I'll fulfill your wish and let you know how much you're worth! The one who spoke was a short and thin young man, but the aura that was being emitted from his body was extremely tyrannical, even stronger than He Yunlong who had just lost. It was obvious that he was also an expert of the Peak Rank Six True Spirit.
Then don't talk nonsense, hurry up and come up! Tang Huan's face revealed a look of disdain.
Hmph!
The short and skinny man was furious. His figure flashed and he shot towards the referee stand.
Around the arena, there were cultivators who immediately recognized the short and skinny man's identity, and soon after, cries of surprise resounded from the crowd.
Chu Huan! It was Chu Huan!
Chu Huan had accumulated more than 2000 points, and his ranking on the Sword-fighting Scoreboard had far surpassed He Yunlong's.
With him making a move, let's see if that guy can still be arrogant.
Everyone's eyes lit up as they muttered incessantly.
After a short while, the short and thin man called Chu Huan came to the arena from the referee's stand. He held a huge saber in his hand. The length of the saber was more than twice as long as his height, and the blade was as wide as a door plank. With such a weapon on his thin body, he looked really funny.
Begin!
With a loud shout from the referee stand, two figures quickly approached each other.
Bang!
However, in just a few dozen breaths of time, a rather short and skinny figure flew out amidst a loud sound. He staggered and landed at the edge of the stage. Then, he took a step into the air and actually fell down with his weapon, causing his face to be covered in dirt.
The one who lost, was actually Chu Huan.
Seeing this scene, the surroundings of the arena immediately became completely silent. Chu Huan, who was stronger than He Yunlong, was defeated so quickly?
With just a cultivation of the Rank Six True Spirit, he had actually defeated two experts of the Peak Rank Six True Spirit in a row!
Just how strong was that guy?
Everyone was extremely shocked, but many sharp-eyed people noticed that Tang Huan's chest was slightly heaving up and down, and his hands that were holding onto the spear also seemed to be trembling.
After discovering these abnormalities, many cultivators secretly heaved a sigh of relief.
It seemed that after that guy won two rounds in a row, he had consumed a lot of energy. At this time, if there was another expert of the Peak Rank Six True Spirit, he would be able to win. However, that guy probably knew his own situation, so he should stop while he was ahead and not continue to stay on the stage.
Who else?
On the stage, a voice suddenly rang out.
Everyone was startled, but soon after, quite a few people revealed expressions of interest. That guy was actually so arrogant, he actually wanted to fight a third battle?
Me!
A black-clothed man who was as thin as a bamboo pole suddenly sneered. His eyes flashed with malice, and almost at the same time his voice rang out, he had already shot towards the referee stand like lightning.
In just a short moment, the black-clothed man had already arrived at the stage.
However, he went up and down quickly.
After a few dozen breaths of time, the black clothed man had already been blasted off the stage. He Yunlong and Chu Huan, who were defeated in front of him, were not injured at all, but this guy had directly fainted. However, Tang Huan's condition was even worse, the abnormalities on his chest and hands were even more obvious.
Again! On top of the stage, Tang Huan shouted out again.
F * ck, I don't believe that I can hold on for three rounds in a row!
Next!
Haha, is this kid sick? He's about to fall, and he still wants to fight? Since he's looking for a beating, then I'll satisfy him.
He was simply trash! Can't you come up with something that's not so useless!?
To think that he still hasn't fallen. This is so infuriating. Isn't it just ten points? Even if I have to suffer some injuries, I will still knock him over.
One by one, the Rank Six True Spirit cultivators walked onto the stage.
Tang Huan looked worse and worse. Before almost every cultivator went up the stage, they felt that they could defeat Tang Huan, but every single time, they would be swept off the stage by Tang Huan's Flame Feather Spear. Especially that time just now, Tang Huan was swaying, as if he would fall to the ground at any time. But in the end, the guy who wanted to take advantage of the situation was sent flying by his spear, and although he was shaking even more violently, he still stood there without falling.
This kind of situation was extremely strange.
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