There was no time for the wind to swirl, no time for the crowd to blink, and no time for cries of alarm.
The blade was already in front of Xuanyuan Po. Just when his neck was about to be severed, his head about to fall off.
The official of the Demi-human Court had been prepared, but he realized that Nie Chi's blade was even faster than he had predicted. He was still too late to stop it. The minor official behind the table had also been prepared, but he still found it hard to suppress the joy in his heart. But he did not have time to smile.
It was a very brief moment of time, so brief that not even sound could travel. The arena was silent, brimming with fear.
In the end, what broke the silence and allowed time to flow back to normal was an incredibly clear sound.
It was not the swish of a blade, nor was it the sound of a head falling to the ground. It was a thud.
It was like a ripe fruit smashing into the hard ground, smashing into pulp.
It was like a leather bag filled with wine being sat on by the Xiang clan leader.
It was more like a fist smashing heavily into the muddy ground.
Yes, this sound was the most similar, because this was what had truly happened.
Nie Chi's blade was as fast as a lightning bolt, but Xuanyuan Po's fist was even faster.
His fist was so fast that no one could see it, not even leaving a blur.
When the blade was still half a foot from his neck, his fist had already smashed into Nie Chi's face.
An unimaginably massive force followed the fist and descended.
Nie Chi's face began to deform. The bridge of his nose caved in, his eye sockets split open, and his lower jaw ripped apart. Countless streams of blood bloomed like petals, spreading in all directions.
Under Xuanyuan Po's fist, his face looked like a puddle of mud.
His neck broke almost at the same time, and his head flipped backwards, hanging on his back.
It looked like a heavy red fruit hanging from a branch.
This scene looked a little strange and extremely terrifying.
As expected of an expert of the Demon Race who had been famous for a long time, Nie Chi did not die immediately. His cracked throat emitted an indecipherable sound, swaying several times on the arena before finally falling to the ground, accompanied by the splashing of the extremely unpleasant looking and smelling juices, he died.
All around the arena, there was a deathly stillness.
The Carp tribe administrator looked at Xuanyuan Po, a dazed expression on his face.
The people who didn't have the time to cry out were stunned and forgot to cry out.
Just as the minor official was about to celebrate Xuanyuan Po's death, a smile finally appeared on his face, but it was even uglier than crying.
Xuanyuan Po looked at his own fist, slightly stunned.
Then he looked at Nie Chi's body and shook his head, saying, "You're too fast."
In participating in the Heavenly Selection ceremony today, he had no intention of killing anyone.
It was just that the opponent's saber was too fast, and the killing intent was too fierce.
How to turn strength into speed? How could he maximize his speed?
Bie Yanghong had said that there was no need to be too deliberate.
It rose as one wished.
Follow your heart's desire.
Although there was no formal ceremony, Xuan Yuan Po had once taken Luo Luo as his master, and Luo Luo was Chen Chang Sheng's only female student.
From this point of view, he was originally from the Old Temple of Xi Ning Village. Moreover, he was a student of the Tradition Academy and had lived with Chen Chang Sheng for a long time.
Whether it was following one's heart or following one's heart, it was all about cultivating one's heart, and the heart was the only Dao technique that could not be cultivated in this world.
He was not being sarcastic when he said that his opponent's saber was too fast, but he was telling the truth.
The saber was so fast that he had no time to think, no time to think. He could only move based on instinct.
There was no need to think. Only this was truly following one's heart.
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Xuanyuan Po walked down from the fighting platform.
The crowd parted like a tide.
The Demi-human Court official gazed at Xuanyuan Po's figure and slightly arched his brows. He summoned his subordinate and ordered him to investigate Xuanyuan Po's background.
In the first match, Xuanyuan Po had relied on his strength to stun that Xiang clan descendant, which had already shocked him and the official from the Council of Elders.
But that shock was definitely not as intense as the shock he felt from this match.
Because Nie Chi was a true demi-human expert.
When the Demi-human Court official saw Nie Chi's lightning-fast attack, he was even more certain that not even he was a match for Nie Chi.
Yet Nie Chi had been defeated by this bear youth's fist!
If Nie Chi was a true powerhouse, then what could this bear youth be considered?
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Xuanyuan Po walked up to the small table.
This was the third time he had come to this small table today.
The official he recognized had also changed his complexion many times.
At the start, the minor official's face had been brimming with disdain and ridicule, followed by shock and avoidance, and then humiliation and hatred.
Now, the minor official's face was extremely pale, as if he had caught a cold, but he was also sweating profusely.
Especially when Xuanyuan Po stood in front of the table and cast a shadow on his body, he began to sweat even more profusely, instantly drenching his clothes.
An official watched from the side and worriedly asked, "Cao Si, are you alright?"
Only now did Xuanyuan Po learn the minor official's name.
The minor official mumbled a few words of assent, then raised his sleeve to wipe away his sweat, but how could he possibly wipe it clean?
Xuanyuan Po knew why he was doing this, but he did not care. After confirming his name, he left.
The minor official raised his head and gazed at Xuanyuan Po's back. He couldn't help but recall the words he had said in the small tavern two days ago.
At the time, he had drunk a great deal of wine and had originally forgotten many things, but after suffering so many fright today, he had long ago recalled all those words.
"Isn't he just a piece of trash!"
"A piece of trash like this is bragging, and you guys actually believe it? And an expert of the Tian Hai Clan ….. you might as well say it's Tian Hai Sheng Xue! "
"Bear cub, stop right there!"
"Look at his hand, this is a piece of trash without any strength, only fit to wash dishes, and you call yourself the manager of the Tradition Academy?"
"That's the Tradition Academy! If you had that kind of ability, would you still be here washing dishes? "
Thinking about how he had cursed at this person so many times that day, his sweat flowed even faster.
When he remembered that he had even spat in front of this person that day, he felt a wave of dizziness and was about to faint.
Xuanyuan Po walked out of the crowd and came to the corner of the street. He took out a beef bun from a paper bag and began to eat.
After the first match, he found that fighting really did take a lot of energy, so he went to the bun store and bought the last tray of beef buns.
As expected, he had only thrown two punches and already felt extremely hungry.
The bun was already cold and the gravy was slightly congealed. It wasn't very tasty, but he ate very attentively.
The crowd also watched very attentively.
On the stage, there was still a fierce battle going on, but no one was paying attention.
Everyone's gazes were on the street outside, on Xuanyuan Po's body, and on his hand.
It was as if the meat bun in his hand was the most delicious thing in the world.
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