Chapter 106: The Strange Battle (Third Update)

  PS: The first update tomorrow will be during the day!

  Under the stage, Wu Zongming turned his head and said to Ye Chen, "Ye Chen, when you meet Feng Shixiong, be careful, his lightness skill is not just that."

  "I know, don't worry." Among those present, Ye Chen saw more clearly than anyone else, but as for lightness skills, he really didn't need to fear his opponent.

  In the seventh round, Wu Zongming, Zhang Haoran and Huang Bingwen all lost. Wu Zongming and Huang Bingwen were because of their limited strength, naturally losing to strong opponents, while Zhang Haoran was because he encountered Li Kuang, one of the top ten disciples of the inner sect.

  Li Kuang, the Ghost Sword, lived up to his name. With just one sword strike, Zhang Hao Ran was defeated and fled in disarray.

  To be honest, the gap in strength between the two is not that great. After all, Zhang Haoran is a genius who can be counted on in the entire Flowing Cloud Sect, and it's impossible for him to be easily defeated with just one move. It's just that he was unlucky, Ghost Sword Li Kuang's swordsmanship is famous for being unpredictable, as long as his strength is slightly inferior, it's very difficult to dodge that one sword, which is like a nightmare, there's no way to block it, it's as if he himself walked onto the sword blade.

  Zhang Haoran, who lost the match, stared at Li Kuang's Ghost Sword, unable to imagine that he couldn't even block a single sword.

  Qijian Li Kuang turned around and walked down from the stage, saying lightly: "Practice for another year."

  "Under the core disciples, Li Kuang is the number one swordsman."

  "Now that I think back on it, that one sword strike was too terrifying. My eyes couldn't keep up, my senses couldn't keep up, even my intuition couldn't keep up. It was clearly very fast, yet it gave people a slow illusion. If it were me, I'd probably go crazy immediately."

  "Li Kuang is formidable, but look over there." A inner sect disciple pointed to a platform where two people were starting to exchange blows.

  Others were talking about it.

  "He is the ninth-ranked 'Double Guns' Dong Haohua, one of the top ten disciples of the inner sect. Who is his opponent? I've never seen him before."

  "Me too."

  "Seems like he suddenly popped out of nowhere, is there such a person among the inner disciples?"

  A group of platforms.

  Austerely handsome young man with no expression on his face, his right hand placed on the hilt of his sword, drew it out and struck.

  Hiss!

  Six Paths Sword Light floated over, covering Dong Haohua's body from head to toe.

  Dong Haohua smiled confidently and swung his five-foot-long twin guns left and right, the scattered gun shadows easily shattering the sword light and charging towards his opponent.

  Suddenly.

  Dong Haohua stood frozen in place, looking down to see that his shirt had torn open at the chest, revealing a faint trickle of blood.

  "I lost! What's your name." Dong Haohua knew that if it wasn't for his opponent showing mercy, this sword would have taken his life. But he couldn't understand how he got hit despite having shattered the six sword shadows. It was as if he had seen a ghost.

  "Li Yun!"

  He dropped two words and walked off the stage with a cold expression.

  "One sword defeated ninth-ranked Dong Haohua, Dong Shixiong. It's too unbelievable! When did such a terrifying figure appear among the inner disciples?"

  "Even Dong Shi Xiong was defeated by a single sword, this Li Yun is likely to be on par with Li Kuang Shi Xiong, I wonder whose swordsmanship will prevail."

  Not far away, Ghost Sword Li narrowed his eyes and stared at Li Yun's back.

  The match has been going on until now, and finally one of the top ten disciples of the inner door was defeated. Many people who are not strong enough have no hope for themselves, but they still want to see a second, third.

  One wave subsides, another rises.

  On the eighth platform, another person defeated 'Iron Leg' Song Fei, who was ranked tenth among the top ten inner disciples.

  Iron Leg Song Fei ranked tenth, but that's because his fighting style is too hard-hitting, if he had been a bit softer, he could have moved up the rankings.

  His opponent was also a leg specialist, and he only made three kicks. The first kick scattered Song Fei's leg shadow, the second kick shattered his opponent's protective true energy, and the third kick lightly touched his chest, leaving a footprint, effortlessly and naturally done.

  If that's all, it wouldn't have caused a stir. The inner disciple of Liu Yunzong who defeated Song Fei is called Tie Feng, 19 years old this year, and belongs to the oldest batch among the inner disciples of Liu Yunzong. He is known for his diligence and average talent, but watching him fight this time gives people a master-like demeanor, and he has changed from inside out, like a caterpillar transforming into a butterfly, turning everything upside down.

  "This child will achieve great things later in life!"

  An elder on the stage expressed his feelings.

  Several elderly men nodded beside him, "Diligence can make up for clumsiness, and being diligent to the extreme can lead to understanding many things that others cannot understand. This child is worth focusing on cultivating."

  "Haha, I've seen talented disciples emerge late before, but this time is more shocking than ever, it's like a complete transformation."

  Wu Zongming asked Ye Chen, "Ye Chen, what did you see? Why do I think those three legs are ordinary, but strangely, Shifu Song Fei can't block them?"

  "That's momentum!"

  "What's going on?" Wu Zongming was puzzled.

  Ye Chen explained: "The so-called aura is very mysterious and cannot be expressed in words. Simply put, he has gained insight into the grand trend of heaven and earth and initially integrated this aura into his leg technique. At first glance, it seems ordinary, but it makes people unable to stop him. After all, human power is too small compared to the grand trend of heaven and earth."

  Wu Zongming seems to understand but doesn't really understand.

  As the game enters its later stages, those with higher scores will get even higher, while those with lower scores will get even lower.

  Ye Chen currently has 18 points and is tied for first place with Feng Ping in the Wind Middle Flying.

  Finally, the competition has entered its final round, the tenth round.

  "First match, Zero versus Twenty-Eight!"

  The moment the draw was announced, the inner disciples of Ye Chen's sect were in an uproar. In the previous nine rounds, they had already seen how formidable Ye Chen was. After all, among the ten groups, there were only a handful who could win nine consecutive matches, aside from the eight seeded players. Originally, if Ye Chen hadn't encountered Feng Ping, he might have been able to win all ten matches and tie with Feng Ping for first place in the finals. Now, it seemed unlikely that would happen.

  Among everyone's disapproval, Ye Chen walked onto the stage.

  Across from him, Feng Ping said with a relaxed and casual tone: "Your strength isn't bad."

  "You're doing alright."

  Ye Chen's words left others stunned, Feng Ping's strength was only decent, what a joke! Can't be so arrogant, right?!

  "Heh heh, being too arrogant isn't good, let me try your bottom line!" Feng Ping acknowledged Ye Chen's strength, but didn't think the opponent could win over himself. His body flashed and disappeared, as if merging into the wind.

  Ye Chen remained expressionless and swung his fist to the left, where it collided with a finger force, producing a terrifying explosive sound.

  However, Feng Ping's attack became even more fierce afterwards. Rows of sharp fingers enveloped Ye Chen from all sides, making a hissing sound, but he still didn't show up himself.

  "As for lightness skill, I've never feared anyone!" As he spoke, Ye Chen's figure also vanished, his fingers striking the platform into a beehive-like pattern.

  Bang, boom, hiss!

  On the stage, only fist shadows and finger tips clashed, the two figures were too fast, too strange, and could only see a thread of virtual shadow.

  "It's too damn weird, how are we supposed to see this coming? I didn't think Ye Chen was that formidable, he clearly hid his true strength earlier." someone couldn't help but say.

  "Feng Ping should not have gone all out!"