C39 The Might of a Single Sword
C39 The Might of a Single Sword
Chiang Zhen, who was the closest to Jia Houwei, had the deepest feeling. Under his attack, Jia Houwei was like a floating boat that was on the verge of collapsing. He did not expect that in the blink of an eye, the floating boat had turned into a steel warship that could ride the wind and break the waves!
Chiang Zhen gritted his teeth. At this moment, he had already used his martial skill. There was no way for him to stop. He could only fight Jia Houwei head on.
Chiang Zhen had an illusion that he was hitting a rock with an egg. For the first time, he had lost confidence in the heavy hammer in his hand.
"Bang!"
The heavy hammer collided with the fist. Jia Houwei's body shook, and then an even more violent aura burst out.
Jiang Gen felt as if his hammer had smashed into a huge mountain. The pain in his palm was so great that it hurt. He didn't want to admit defeat just like that. So, he exerted all of his strength and pressed down on Jia Houwei.
"Break for me!"
Jia Houwei's face turned red. He held his breath and used all of his strength to drink his milk.
The stalemate did not last long. A slight cracking sound came from between the two.
The victor was about to be decided! The surrounding disciples hurriedly widened their eyes and stared at the two people on the ring.
"Crack!"
The sound of cracking rang out once again. Only then did people realize that this was not the sound of bones cracking, but the sound of black iron shattering!
"Heavens! This fatty broke Chiang Zhen's black iron hammer!"
Following this cry, the hammer in Chiang Zhen's hand shattered. A mighty fist wind smashed into his chest. Chiang Zhen's eyes went black and he fell off the arena.
Lin Ting checked Chiang Zhen's injuries and motioned for the disciples beside him to carry him down and treat him.
"The winner, Jia Houwei!"
Jia Houwei held his knees with both hands and panted heavily. He only woke up when he heard Lin Ting announce the result.
"I won?"
Jia Houwei jumped down from the arena happily. He came in front of Wang Hao and said excitedly, "Boss, I won!"
Wang Hao smiled and patted Jia Houwei's shoulder. This fatty's performance had far exceeded his expectations.
"You also won a bet of one thousand yuan. Why don't you go and take it?"
Jia Houwei eagerly went to find the disciple who bet with him, but Wang Hao fell into deep thought.
"Fatty said he can feel the existence of his bloodline, but he doesn't know what it is. If I'm not wrong, Fatty's bloodline is an invisible existence!"
"Judging from how Fatty killed Chiang Zhen just now, his attack suddenly became three times stronger than before. This means that Fatty's bloodline can increase his attack power!"
A spirit light flashed across Wang Hao's mind. In his previous life, when he played games, a noun was added to Wang Hao's brain.
"Critical strike!"
Wang Hao's eyes lit up. "Critical strike has a chance to increase the power of the attack. If Fatty's Bloodline Ability is really a critical strike, then his future achievements will be amazing!"
Imagine, when Jia Houwei was fighting with enemies of the same realm, his attack would suddenly increase by several times. Those who were not prepared for it would definitely be beaten until they vomited blood, or even die!
"I just don't know if this critical strike can be controlled or not. If it can be used as a critical strike as you wish, I'm afraid that not many people of the same realm can challenge Fatty."
Wang Hao smiled happily. His friend was so powerful. He was truly happy for Jia Houwei. On the other hand, Wang Hao wanted to complete the elite mission. He couldn't become the sect's chief disciple by himself. Jia Houwei would become his arm!
The disciple who had bet with Jia Houwei reluctantly handed over a thousand primeval stones. He did not dare to go back on his word. Didn't he see that Chiang Zhen, who was not weak, had been carried away?
The competition continued. The disciples of the Outer Sect used all their skills, trying their best to get a better ranking.
"The eighth group of the first round, Lu Yun wins!" Lin Ting announced the result of the latest competition. The winner of the competition, Lu Yun, walked down the stage with a proud face. His opponent could only be lifted off the stage.
"Senior disciple Lu Yun is indeed powerful. He defeated his opponent with just three moves."
"Why don't you take a look at the gap between their cultivation realms? Lu Yun has already stepped into the seventh level of the Essence Martial Stage. It will be a piece of cake for him to deal with ordinary disciples of the Outer Sect."
"According to the previous rankings of the Outer Sect, senior disciple Lu Yun is ranked seventh. Now, Wang Mang's whereabouts are unknown. In this competition, senior disciple Lu Yun will most likely enter the top six and advance to the inner circle!"
"You just joined the Outer Sect two days ago. There are some things that I don't know about. After Wang Mang's whereabouts are unknown, the one who has the highest chance of getting sixth place is not Lu Yun, but Lee Yuan!"
"Impossible! Lee Yuan was only at the Essence Martial Stage Level Five, and he was killed by Wang Hao, who was at the same cultivation level as him. What right does he have to suppress senior disciple Lu Yun? "
"Kid, you don't know much! Putting aside the strength of their bloodlines, just Lee Yuan's soul weapon alone is enough to offset the gap between their cultivation levels. "
"A soul armament is that powerful?"
" That's right. A soul armament can amplify the power of one's bloodline. Didn't you see that during the battle between Lee Yuan and Wang Hao, Lee Yuan relied on a soul armament to borrow a sliver of True Thunder from the nine heavens? "
"But I heard that Lee Yuan was killed by Wang Hao. Doesn't that mean that Wang Hao is even stronger?"
"Wang Hao is now a legendary figure in Outer Sect. With him around, Lu Yun won't be able to make it into the top six..."
The disciple's words came to an abrupt stop. He suddenly saw Lu Yun, who had just walked down from the arena, stop in front of him.
"Senior disciple Lu Yun..." The disciple felt his legs go soft. Although he spoke frankly and confidently in front of the new disciple, if Lu Yun really wanted to cause trouble for him, he wouldn't even dare to fart.
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Lu Yun heard every word the other party said. A trace of anger climbed onto his face.
"First it's Lee Yuan, then it's Wang Hao. If it wasn't for the two of you, I, Lu Yun, would definitely have advanced to the inner circle!"
Looking at Lu Yun's furious expression, the disciple who had just said that Lu Yun was not as good as Wang Hao was about to lose his balance. He wished he could give himself two big slaps. What was the point of bragging to the new disciple when he had nothing better to do?
Just as he was about to turn around and run away, Elder Lin Ting's words saved him from the scary look in Lu Yun's eyes.
"The ninth group of the first round, Wang Hao versus Ling Fei!"
When they heard that Wang Hao was in the next round, the surrounding disciples immediately focused their gazes on the arena. Looking at Wang Hao who was walking up the arena, Lu Yun thought in his heart. "I would like to see what kind of ability you have to snatch my promotion spot away from me!"
Wang Hao walked up to the stage and took out a Long Sword from his inventory. Long Sword was very ordinary. It was the product of Wang Hao's casual practice when he followed Elder Hee to learn the Artifact Refining Technique. In terms of quality, it was only at the third level of the Yellow Rank.
However, just an ordinary black iron sword gave Ling Fei a lot of pressure. He was now very regretful. Why did he go and watch the life-and-death battle between Wang Hao and Lee Yuan? Wang Hao's slash that cut the True Thunder had left a deep mark in his heart.
"If Wang Hao had used that sword strike, I would never have been able to block it. Why did I encounter such a monster in my first match?"
The weather wasn't hot, but Ling Fei was drenched in sweat. His clothes were already sticking to his body.
Wang Hao pulled out his sword. Ling Fei could only bite the bullet and pull out his own sword. His sword was mixed with a supreme grade diamond, and it was extraordinarily sharp. It could be considered a high-grade Profound Artifact among the disciples of Outer Sect.
However, Ling Fei felt that he was holding an ordinary black iron sword while Wang Hao was holding a peerless profound weapon.
"When Wang Hao and Lee Yuan were fighting, he was decisive in killing. Will he not hold back and kill me in a moment?"
Recalling Lee Yuan's death, Ling Fei's hand that was holding the sword trembled.
"Ling Fei! Why are you trembling? Did you admit defeat before you even started fighting?"
The surrounding disciples burst into laughter. Ling Fei cursed in his heart, "These bunch of people who don't have waist pain when they speak. Why don't you try fighting Wang Hao on the stage? Let's see if you can still laugh!"
However, the mockery of the others made Ling Fei make up his mind. "No matter what, I am a disciple of the prestigious Outer Sect. If I don't fight and admit defeat... Won't I become the laughing stock of others? No matter what, let's fight it out! Even if we lose, we have to lose in a better way!"
Wang Hao did not know that his opponent's heart was violently fluctuating. He focused all of his attention on the sword in his hand. With the help of the competition, he wanted to try out the martial technique he had just learned.
"The competition begins!"
With Lin Ting's command, Ling Fei immediately thrust his sword at Wang Hao. He was afraid that if he faced Wang Hao for too long, even the courage to attack would disappear.
"Rushing Flow Sword!"
Ling Fei used the strongest martial skill he had mastered. The sword in his hand surged out a vast and mighty sword Qi, like a great river rushing east, and swept towards Wang Hao.
"Rushing Flow Sword! Ling Fei actually grasped the Rushing Flow Sword!"
"Ling Fei is only at the Essence Martial Stage Level Five Realm, yet he has grasped an Eighth Grade Yellow Rank martial skill. Looks like he has put in a lot of effort for this competition!"
"What's the use of working hard? Ling Fei's talent is far worse than Wang Hao's. Don't forget, Wang Hao knows the Floating Light's Shadow!"
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone fell silent. The Rushing Flow Sword and the Floating Light Shadow were both Eighth Grade Yellow Rank martial skills, but regardless of the power, the latter was still powerful. Both were far more powerful than the former. Sometimes... No matter how hard you worked, in the face of true talent... You can only be eclipsed.
Ling Fei naturally knew that Wang Hao knew the Floating Light Shadow Flicker. He gritted his teeth and mobilized even more essence energy to increase the power of his martial technique.
"Even if I lose, I can't be defeated in one move. I must force Wang Hao to use the second sword!"
Ling Fei's sword approached, but Wang Hao remained unmoved. He was like a boulder, not losing color at all because of the monstrous waves in front of him.
Yuan energy gathered in the black iron sword in his hand. Wang Hao's Qi gradually became fierce and fierce.
Elder Zhao, who was watching from the side, suddenly lit up. He could see that Wang Hao was condensing his aura for the use of martial skills!
With Wang Hao's talent in the Sword Dao, how could he need to prepare for ordinary sword moves? He was definitely preparing for the new martial skills he had learned.
"As expected of the man Muer likes. He learned my ultimate skill so quickly. It's just that I don't know what level this kid has comprehended."
Ling Fei had already reached a distance of less than three meters from Wang Hao. His Qi had already been raised to the limit. He was now full of confidence. Even if it was Wang Hao, he had to defend against this sword attack!
Wang Hao struck out his sword. His entire body turned into a ray of light and instantly cut off Ling Fei's sword Qi. The flowing river was cut off by this sword!
Ling Fei's body stiffened. His sword flew into the sky and landed on the side. He looked at the sword that was pointed at his chest. His throat couldn't help but roll and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
"First level of the Myriad Sword Returning - One Sword Penetrates the Heart!"
Wang Hao withdrew his sword, and Ling Fei fell to the ground with a puff. In just a few seconds, it was as if he had gone through a cycle of reincarnation from hell, and he could no longer gather any strength.
"I lost."