Chapter 82 Shocked by Ding Hao's Insistence!

People began to worry about Ding Hao.

His blood was flowing, but he was not going to retreat.

He moved and turned, quickly waved his rusted sword. He had used Lightning-Chasing Central Swordsmanship to the extreme. He waved his sword six times in one second.

The sword shadow was like an electric light, finally left a light blood stain on the arm of the crazy Fei Feixue.

At the same time, Ding Hao's upper arm was hurt by his opponent's claws and bled.

An Injury for an injury.

Ding Hao had already had two injuries, but he was not afraid at all. He was laughing happily.

He did not use Closed Door Swordsmanship.

He didn't want to rely on this invincible move too much. The competition between the disciples in the same sect was not a fight to the death, so Ding Hao needed to accumulate his own actual combat experience during the fiercest battles and improve his weakness.

Under the help of mysterious power, Liang Feixue's strength had reached the four-apertured Martial Disciple Realm, which was several times stronger than the average level of the nominal disciples. That also greatly exceeded Ding Hao's.

However, his mind and judgment were also disturbed by this mysterious force. He fought against Ding Hao just by his battle instinct.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Clash! Clash! Clash!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

There were the swooshing the rusted sword, the sound of the claws and the blade crashing, and the sound of the fists punching on the flesh... All kinds of terrifying sounds continually flowed out from the center of the ring, just like a grand symphony.

With the fast symphony, there was scattering blood.

Ding Hao was constantly hit by his opponent. There were injuries on his body. He was even hit back.

But every time he would rush back at once and cut some wounds on Liang Feixue's body with his rusted sword and his ferocious Icing Qi.

Crazy!

Nasty struggle!

Thoroughly crazy!

Endless nasty struggle!

His strength was obviously not as good as his opponent, but Ding Hao seemed to be mad. The wounds on his body were increasing, but Ding Hao froze them with his Icing Qi. He was like a never-tired warrior, launched his charges again and again.

There was no cheering voice around long before.

Everyone was just staring at the fierce competition in the ring.

Since the beginning of the five academies competition, during every game he had participated in, people were always touched by something Ding Hao had shown. And in this game, what Ding Hao had shown was the spirit of fighting and not giving in.

The splashing blood was like burning flames.

Under such a high intensity of fighting, even Liang Zhixue, who was completely dominated by the mysterious force and lost his mind, gradually felt tired, and as the battle started to wear him out, he began to breathe heavily.

Bang!

Ding Hao was hit by a claw in the front chest, and blood spurt out of his mouth.

However, the moment he was blown off, he used his rusted sword to almost cut off a finger of Liang Feixue.

The fight paused.

Liang Feixue's eyes were still red, but there was a little doubt in his eyes. He could feel the consumption of his physical strength. That was a strange situation that he never felt before when he was in this state.

There were more than 20 wounds on Liang Feixue's body, but no blood came out because he tightened his muscles like iron to block his own blood vessels. No blood had oozed out of him.

Ding Hao's body was slender. He stood there, just like a javelin.

However, his situation was even worse. His green shirt had been completely broken and wounds and blood had covered his whole body, but he had sealed the wounds with his Icing Qi, so as not to lose too much blood or the strength to fight. Seen in the distance, he seemed to be wearing a silver and red armor.

At this time, the audience saw clearly that there were so many wounds on Ding Hao's body, and they could not help but exclaim.

"God, I'm afraid there are more than a hundred wounds..."

"The wound on his right waist almost tore his organs! It's too terrible!"

"Do you still have to fight?"

"If you fight like this, you will die!"

"Why does the referee not stop the game? It's too bloody, too barbaric. This is a contest, not a wrestle!"

"Why did senior brother Ding Hao not use that swordsmanship? Liang Feixue must not be able to break that swordsmanship, and he would not have to suffer such a serious injury!"

There were tears in the eyes of some of the female disciples who admired Ding Hao. They could not bear to see the miserable appearance of their lover, and some of them even shouted Ding Hao's name, persuading him to give up.

"I am coming to fight, not to perform. How is there no blood in a fight? No rain, no rainbow! To become a master, I must experience the baptism of blood and fire. The disciples of Swordsmanship-seeking Sect should not be afraid of injury!"

His words were forceful and lofty, answering the questions of the disciples under the platform.

When he decided not to display the Closed Door Swordsmanship, he had already expected that it would be a difficult fight.

However, he had no regrets!

Even if he was hit out of the arena, he still had no regrets!

He was sure to win with his own strength!

Li Muyun's pride also aroused Ding Hao's pride.

Ding Hao's black hair fluttered, and he laughed and tore off the broken green shirt that stuck to his body and he was bare-chested.

The sleek, streamlined muscles in the last glimmer of the setting sun revealed its sculptural beauty and left people impressed. Moreover, the scars with blood stains increased its shocking level.

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The male disciples were staring at Ding Hao.

The moment when Ding Hao spoke and tore his clothes, there was something slamming against their chests and igniting their blood.

That was right! We were here to become masters! We were not here for fun!

To become a strong person, one had to experience the baptism of blood and fire!

How did you see a rainbow without rain?

Before and after entering the ancestors, and even in these few days, they had heard these words countless times, and even they had quietly said to themselves many times, but at the moment, when hearing Ding Hao, who had scars all over his body, say these words, they were completely shocked and started to re-examine themselves!

These nominal disciples, who were well protected by their respective families, had never experienced such a cruel fight and had not realized that there was more cruel elimination and selection mechanism after they entered Swordsmanship-seeking Sect.

Today's battle taught them.

In the crowd, Li Lan looked at the slender bloody man with a sluggish look.

He remembered the words Ding Hao had said at the beginning of the battle: "You have your pride, but I have my belief. It was your luck to defeat senior brother Li Lan." A trace of color that had never been seen before flashed in his eyes.