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Almost all of the audience members had the same expression on their faces. Their eyes were wide open and their mouths were wide open. Their faces were filled with disbelief.

The instant change in the situation on the battle stage and the quick change in outcome left the audience unable to keep up.

Moments later, the audience finally came to their senses from their momentary shock. Immediately, the square erupted with thunderous applause and cheers …

The Red Feather represented the commoners, so they naturally had more supporters than the three major powers.

"What?" This... How could this be? Qingyun actually lost? "

In the VIP pavilion, Li Tian De suddenly jumped up from his chair. He muttered something to himself before sitting back down on the chair with a pale face.

Even Leng Sanjiang, who would never let go of any opportunity to strike at Li Tiande, only coldly glanced at Li Tiande with a trace of sympathy. Afterwards, he cast a meaningful glance at Feng Zhixiong from the corner of his eyes, then looked towards the dueling platform once again …

There was no longer any suspense in the following matches, even though the third disciple from the Li Family's competition could still be considered to be quite good. However, there was a huge difference in power when compared to that of Hong Yu. In less than ten exchanges, he was forced by Hong Yu to directly jump off the stage to admit defeat.

The Eight Treasures Store's Mister Long was all smiles as he came up to the stage and announced the results. The square once again rang out with thunderous applause and cheers, continuing without end for a long time.

This was the first time that the civilian population had defeated the three major powers. Most of the people in the plaza were commoners, so naturally, there were more competitors who supported him in their hearts.

"Haha!" This year's Martial Competition was truly a surprise! Next, let's take a look at the showdown between the previous champion, the Leng Clan, and the Grand Preceptor's Martial Arts School! The victor among them will be the final champion against the commoners! "

Of course, Mister Long had his reasons for being happy. The commoner squad would be convened by the Eight Treasures Auction. If they could obtain a ranking in the Martial Competition, the Eight Treasures Pavilion would naturally receive a corresponding benefit.

"Tie Lang, let me handle this first round!" Feng Dao said with confidence.

"Let me do it!" Wouldn't it be fine if I just hammered the three Leng Clan cultivators to the ground? "Hee hee …"

"Don't panic yet. Let's see who from the Leng Clan will appear first." If Leng Yu appears first, I'll deal with him. If it's someone else, then according to our previous discussion, Xiao Dao will go first and the black yak will be the second to fight. But no matter which one of you two meets Leng Yu, you must admit defeat, and leave that bastard to me! "

"Alright!"

"..."

In the Leng Clan's camp.

Leng Yu was, of course, the well-deserved leader of the Leng Clan. He glared fiercely at Tie Lang and sent the first contestant, Leng Yuanhao, who was at the fifth stage of the Genuine Force. He was usually together with Leng Yu, and his personality was equally arrogant and ruthless.

When Feng Xiao saw this, he slowly stood up and walked towards the center of the stage.

The battle instantly began.

In the entire Qingping Town's younger generation, the speed advantage of Feng Dao was almost unparalleled. From the very beginning of the battle, he had infused his zhenqi into his legs and pushed his speed to the extreme. He turned into a series of shadows, attacking Leng Yuanhao from behind and taking the initiative to attack him.

He held an extremely thin, willow leaf curved blade in his hand, and occasionally swung it at Leng Yuanhao. Li Yuanhao's weapon was also a saber, but it was a broadsword. The broadsword in his hand was more than twice as wide as the broadsword in Feng Dao's hand.

He poured his true energy into his hands, and a large blade shadow danced around him, protecting all the vital parts of his body. Once he got a good look at Feng Dao, he would suddenly attack!

Puff!

Feng Dao's movement technique was indeed hard to defend against. He aimed for the weak point and struck Leng Yuanhao's back with his saber. His attack was successful, and he quickly retreated.

What surprised Feng Dao was that the expected splashing of blood did not happen. The full power attack had only managed to cut a one-foot long hole in Leng Yuanhao's green shield.

Through the gaping hole, Windknife could clearly see the deep purple coloured flexible armor that he was wearing!

"Haha …" Feng Dao, so what if your speed is twice as fast? Can you break through my purple gold armor? " Seeing that Xiao Feng had already seen through his trick, Li Yuanhao laughed out loud and no longer dodged. He swung his broadsword and pounced towards Xiao Feng …

"Despicable!"

Feng Xiao cursed in his heart as his body started to spin again. However, the pressure of the battle suddenly increased.

Anyone who encountered an opponent who gave up defending and only focused on attacking would not feel well.

Although Feng Dao had the advantage of agility, that was not the extent of his agility; it was not enough for him to fully display his agility advantage. After dozens of exchanges, Xiao Feng finally ran out of energy and started to slow down. Leng Yuanhao took the opportunity to slash down on Feng Xiao's head!

"This is bad!"

At this moment, Xiao Feng was coincidentally forced onto a corner of the arena; he had nowhere to run and nowhere to run.

In a panic, he brandished the scimitar in his hand and charged forward!

Clang!

Feng Xiao's weak point of having insufficient strength was revealed, and the weapon in his hand was directly blown away. Leng Yuanhao's blade only slowed down by a tiny bit, but it still continued to hack at Feng Xiao's chest with seventy percent of his strength!

Blood splattered!

Feng Xiao's body fell down from the stage …

"No!"

Tie Lang, who was standing on the platform, and Feng Zhixiong, who was in the VIP pavilion, couldn't help but yell at the same time.

Swish!

In a flash, Feng Xiao's body was caught by the left arm of a fast approaching figure.

Seeing that familiar back, that familiar empty right sleeve, Iron Wolf was finally relieved. He jumped down from the platform.

"Father!"

The person who came was the vice director of the Chase Dojo, Iron Blood. However, it was Shen Tie's first time seeing his father's explosive speed, which was much faster than his own.

"Tie Lang, tell your senior brother Niu Li to be careful!" The three participants from the Leng Clan seemed to be wearing purplish-gold armor. It must be something from the Black Wood Stronghold. That soft armor was not something an ordinary weapon could break. Remember: Breaking all spells in one fell swoop! Break it with force! Xiao Dao is not at risk of his life, do not worry and fight! " Tie Xue whispered.

"Hm!" "I understand." Tie Lang replied in a low voice, his fighting spirit burning in his heart.

"..."

During this experiential learning, the black yak had also just reached Stage Four of the Genuine Force. His weapon was a pair of large hammers made of fine iron, each weighing more than 150 pounds. Hearing what Tie Lang said to him, Ox-Head glared at him and said, "Breaking through all methods in one go? Did he just use all his strength to smash it? Hehe, I'm the best at this! That brat's speed can't even compare to Dao; I don't believe that I can't smash him! "

"Alright, go!" Tie Lang said as he patted the black yak's back.

"Yes!" The black yak rushed towards Leng Yuanhao without a word. He brandished his hammers and began to strike his blow like he was forging iron …

Clang! Clang! When...

On the battle stage, the sound of metal clashing continuously rang out.

Under the great black yak's fierce assault, Leng Yuanhao was in so much pain that he was on the verge of death. The other party was clearly a stage lower in cultivation level than him. However, it was extraordinarily powerful. That hammer blow was really unbearable. Initially, he had thought of relying on movement techniques to evade the opponent's attack and wear out the opponent's physical strength. However, he never expected that the black yak's strength seemed to never run out.

Originally, Leng Yuanhao was considered to be quite strong, but after encountering the black yak, he had been beaten to a pulp.

Even though he had infused true energy into his arms, and every strike of his blade created quite a bit of momentum, every strike of the saber and hammer caused him great pain. The force of the blade's return caused the blood in his chest and abdomen to churn, making it harder and harder to sustain!

Finally, there was a loud bang!

Leng Yuanhao's body was struck by the black yak's hammer and fell from the arena. If it were not for the fact that he was wearing the purplish-gold chain armor, the black yak's attack would have crushed his body …

"Hehe!" Didn't they say that this fellow's strength is not weak? How could it be so terrible? Who's next in line for your Leng Clan to be beaten up? " The black yak glared at Leng Yu with his pair of firecracker like eyes.

The black yak was full of firepower and exceptionally fierce. He also won a round of applause from the audience.

Beside Leng Yu, a young man who was slightly older than Leng Yu stood up, but was pulled back by Leng Yu, and said: "We cannot defeat him, we can only use wits. Do you remember? "If you are not a match, use it …"

The youngster slightly nodded his head and stood up. He then walked to the center of the stage.

The second youth from the Leng Clan was called Leng Tian. Originally, Leng Sanjiang had been kind enough to pick up the child, but now, he decided to be his son's companion and give him the name of Leng Tiantian. Who would have thought that Leng Tian would display such extraordinary talent and even be on par with Leng Yu. Thus, Leng Sanjiang recognized Leng Tian as his adopted son. From then on, he had a certain status in the Leng Clan. Right now, his cultivation had reached the sixth stage of the Genuine Force. He was even stronger than Feng Dao.

Over the years, Leng Tian had been like Leng Yuanhao, peremptory to Leng Yuanzhao. He was more sinister and vicious, and had helped Leng Yu do many evil deeds, both on the surface and in the dark.

The great battle instantly began.

Leng Tian was obviously stronger than Leng Yuanhao by a level, and his combat skills were also much better.

His weapon was a pitch-black longsword. This strange long sword was made of a very special material. It was neither gold nor wood, yet its weight seemed to be even heavier than fine iron.

The collision of the two weapons was enough to deflect the black yak's warhammer slightly. Tie Lang, who was watching from the side, couldn't help but be amazed.

However, the black yak remembered Iron Wolf's instructions. Regardless of how skilled the opponent was, he relied on his superior strength to smash him down. In the end, the great black yak still held the upper hand. The two massive warhammers continued to swing, forcing Leng Tianyun to retreat. It seemed that he would be defeated in a few rounds at most.

He used all the techniques he could muster, channeling the hidden energy within his body into his sword one after another. The force of impact, the strength of breaking wood, the strength of breaking rocks, the strength of vibration of the internal organs and the strength of tearing were all still unable to withstand the powerful attack of the black yak.

Suddenly, the corner of Leng Tian's mouth curled into a cold smile. Taking advantage of the gap between the two of them, his left hand hidden in his sleeve, secretly crushing a black-purple pill …

"Hmm? "Where does the fragrance come from?" The great black yak, who was in the midst of a fierce battle, suddenly smelled a faint fragrance. Then, he suddenly felt faint and almost fell onto the stage. Shaking his head, he discovered that the cold weather in front of him had turned into three identical figures, pouncing towards him at the same time …

"Fuck?" "What's the situation?" The great black yak bellowed, and both hammers flew towards the left and right, in the direction of the cold weather. As for himself, he pounced forward, pouncing towards the cold sky in the middle …

"Ah?" What was going on? What's wrong with the black yak? " The disciples of the Great Pervading Dojo were all worried. They looked at Iron Blood, who was standing at the front of the group.

Iron Blood also frowned, confused.

"That young man called the Great Black Bull from the Chase Martial School obviously has a huge advantage. Why did he suddenly go crazy for no reason?" The audience also felt it was strange as they discussed amongst themselves …

"Hahaha …" The Grand Preceptor's Dojo of Limits is truly laughable to send a mad bull to fight! Maybe a mad wolf will come after a while! "Hahaha …" On the battle stage, Leng Yu glanced at Iron Wolf with the corner of her eyes and burst out laughing …