Chapter 52 Reputation of the Honorable Alliance of Seven

They all studied the opponents they might encounter in the next round.

Some of the people were filled with apprehension while others scoffed at the spectacular battle.

"Hurmph, warriors are the noblest people who practice Qi. Fighting like savages is really embarrassing for the martial artists of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect."

"It is really stunning to be able to cultivate their strength to such a level. It seems that the two people have all practiced some sort of Golden Body magic skills secretly. We must not underestimate them!"

"A powerful physical body is the basis of unleashing powerful battle strength. These two people have unlimited potential!"

"Hurmph, the two of them are savages with strong bodies but are simple-minded. They are not worthy of being my opponents!"

The seeded fighters of each courtyard who had successfully entered the third round watched the battle on the arena. They each held different views. Some of them might have spoken with disdain, but their expressions were not relaxed. If they encountered them, who looked human, but was supernaturally strong, and fought with them, they would also encounter some sort of trouble.

...

Boom!

No one knew how many explosive sounds had rung on the arena.

The two figures that had clashed together like lightning finally parted.

Dong Yi's purple robes were torn and tattered and covered in dust. He was forced back several dozen steps and had only slowly found his steps. Even at this time, his body was still held as upright as a javelin. It was very straight!

There were also several rips on Ding Hao's black robes. His hands were covered in red spots and his veins bulged. Fresh blood poured out as his hands shook slightly.

"Hahaha, good, good! This is still the first time I, Dong Yi, have met an opponent who can meet fist for fist for such a long time. First Sword Ding Hao of the Eastern Academy of green shirts. You, are very good. Very good!"

Dong Yi laughed loudly, looking forthright.

His attitude caused the disciples of the Southern Academy of purple shirts to cheer out loud, unable to resist the hot-bloodedness.

But a sudden change occurred in the next moment.

Dong Yi finished his statement, but could not help as he swayed and then, opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. Then, he fell backward!

"Senior Brother Dong!"

Some were startled below the arena. They moved quickly, jumping up the arena to hold up Dong Yi who had fallen. When they looked closely, they saw that Dong Yi's mouth, nose and ears were bleeding. The veins in his arms and neck were bulging as if there were centipedes crawling over his flesh. It looked terrifying.

"Eastern Academy of green shirts, you guys are too much. You've injured Senior Brother Dong so badly!" A disciple of the Southern Academy of purple shirts stared at Ding Hao angrily.

Ding Hao's expression was calm. He did not defend himself.

"Ridiculous. It is inevitable that one would get injured on the tournament arena. He has just fainted from the impact. It is his fault that his skills are not as good as others." Zhang Fan and Wang Xiaoqi jumped up onto the arena and stood by Ding Hao, afraid that he'd be taken advantage of.

"Ding Hao of the Eastern Academy of green shirts wins!"

The judge below the arena loudly announced the results of this martial arts contest.

Under the arena, the disciples of the Eastern Academy of green shirts cheered. They jumped onto the arena eagerly, surrounding Ding Hao excitedly.

The disciples of the Southern Academy of purple shirts could only leave the arena with Dong Yi gloomily.

There was nothing to say as Dong Yi had lost in his best domain in the martial arts contest. The only thing that they found hard to accept was that Dong Yi was one of the three people the Southern Academy had confidence in who would win the second round. However, he had lost to Ding Hao, the black horse, in such an unexpected manner!

Far away.

"How interesting, hehe, it is really interesting. I hope that I will pick this Ding Hao in the third round of the competition tomorrow." The third member of the Honorable Alliance of Seven from the Central Academy of white shirts, Chen Sheng, said with a smile after watching the competition.

He was a martial mania and liked difficult opponents the best.

"This Ding Hao is like an arrow at the end of its flight. He fought too hard. Even though he defeated Dong Yi of the Southern Academy, his internal injuries are also rather serious. No matter who he picks in the competition tomorrow, he would doubtlessly lose." Second member, Liang Fei, said with a hint of regret.

"I'll fight him sooner or later. Haha. And that Dong Yi, hehe. I like them both." Chen Sheng, the martial mania said, his expression eager for a fight.

"Let's go back."

The leader of the Honorable Alliance of Seven, Li Muyun, turned and left.

He was a favorite pick for winning the competition amongst the five academies. He was elegant and handsome, tall and slender. He always had a faint smile on his face, giving others the impression that he was amiable and easy-going. He had alluring eyes, which were rare on men, and when he smiled, he had an indescribable charm and could attract any girl.

The other six of them left, following behind Li Muyun.

The seven of them looked extraordinary, their white robes floating. They had already attracted the attention of disciples around them long ago.

"Look, that's the famous "Honorable Alliance of Seven" of the Central Academy of white shirts!"

"That's right, the seven of them made an alliance right after entering the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect. All of them are very strong and have all entered the third round of the martial arts contest. How enviable!"

Disciples from the different Academies discussed. Some of the disciples from the Central Academy of white shirts did not even hide the pride on their faces.

"Hurmph, the 'Honorable Alliance of Seven'? I want to see how long you all can be proud for." Li Lan said with a sinister look. Then he looked at Ding Hao, who was surrounded by his fellow disciples on the arena. A chilling light flashed through the depths of his eyes. Then, he brought Ge Yin and Zhang Tianlun with him and left.

"Ding Yi should be able to enter the fourth round of the competition with his skills. Yet, he lost to Ding Hao nobody knew...Yes, it is such a pity. Some parts of the plan are missing." Lyu Kuang, also known as "Crazy Kuang" stood in the crowd of disciples wearing purple shirts. He was known as the most powerful person in the Southern Academy. His unibrows furrowed, and a light flashed through his eyes. No one knew what he was thinking. Then, he left with his followers.

"What a pity. This Ding Hao really doesn't have experience. He chose such a stupid method of fighting. He's expended too much energy. The match tomorrow has already ended for him!" Lin Xin, the handsome youth of Northern Academy of yellow shirts turned and left as well.

"Since this is so, God bless me and let me pick him tomorrow." Fat and gluttonous Ren Xiaoyao said smilingly.

Lin Xin almost stumbled. He said, "You didn't have to fight in the second round today. That's already extremely good luck. You're still thinking of picking an almost-crippled opponent tomorrow? Dream on!"

"Hey, why such a fuss? You aren't jealous of my luck, are you?" Ren Xiaoyao said, laughing.

Lin Xin replied, "Why don't you go and die!"

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"Senior Brother Ding, are you alright?"

Zhang Fan asked worriedly after they escorted Ding Hao back to his room when they returned to the No.8 Courtyard.

"I'm fine, don't worry," Ding Hao said with a slight smile.

"Then Senior Brother Ding, rest early. You still need to participate in the third round of the martial arts contest tomorrow. Hehe, Senior Brother Ding, you've really stolen the limelight today. The Senior and Junior Brothers of the Eastern Academy are all very excited. Especially those female disciples, they worship you almost madly. I'm so jealous."

Wang Xiaoqi, who had sent Ding Hao back together with Zhang Fan, said, laughing slyly.