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Luo Hao pulled Tie Xiong back, and Tie Xiong lowered his head to launch the third attack at Luo Hao. Although it sounded long, in reality, it was only for a few breaths' time, and the people below the stage were still pondering about why Luo Hao pulled Tie Xiong back. Tie Xiong had already rushed to Luo Hao's front, and Tie Xiong's head and feet were twice the width of a normal person, and was around the width of Luo Hao's chest.

This time, Luo Hao did not let Tie Xiong's head land below his chest. Instead, he first extended his hand out and stabilized the body that Tie Xiong was running towards, and then, he punched towards his head even if he wanted to. On Tie Xiong's head, which was as hard as steel, a few bags of flesh grew out at a visible speed.

"Aiyo, aiyo."

Tie Xiong hugged his head, unable to endure the pain, he retreated a few steps and sat on the stage, wailing in pain, his face was like a washbasin that was twisted, his mouth and nose were crooked, and he looked extremely ugly.

"Haha!"

Seeing Tie Xiong's appearance, the people on the stage could not help but burst out in laughter as well.

"I want you to die."

Tie Xiong roared ferociously as he crawled back up. He brandished his big hands that seemed to be like a clear fan and swung them towards Luo Hao. He looked extremely ferocious, like a demon that had crawled out of hell.

But Tie Xiong was indeed Tie Xiong, he was not the demon from the legends, he was not Luo Hao's match at all.

It was enough for Luo Hao to play around with Luo Hao, he did not want to waste anymore time, so he clashed head on with him, his palm struck out like lightning, with lightning flashing in his palm, it was the Rushing Thunder Palm. The two of them clashed, and without exception, the sound of bones cracking could be heard.

Everyone saw Tie Xiong half kneeled on the stage, his face was pale white, his body resembled an iron tower, trembling non-stop, the previous viciousness was gone, his eyes were downcast.

His hands were weak and drooping, blood flowed continuously from his wrists, his skin and flesh split open, and his blood and bones were exposed. Even if he used medicine to cure himself, he was destined not to be able to use any kind of force and bully the weak.

"Alright, alright."

Someone shouted from below the stage. It was the person who had been bullied by Tie Ta's fellow villagers.

"Get the hell down, and let me see you committing heinous crimes and bullying the weak. I will definitely take your personality."

Luo Hao hated this kind of person who only dared to bully the weak and feared the strong. He was too lazy to waste his breath on him, so he pushed Tie Xiong away like a fly.

"I am Luo Hao, I was lucky enough to win this round, there is no need for me to rest, there is also that person who is going up the stage to compete with me."

After getting rid of Tie Chui, Luo Hao didn't use too much strength, but modesty was a prerequisite for a good youth, so modesty didn't mean much. At most, he would just waste some saliva.

When the people below the stage heard the two words "Luo Hao was lucky", their faces twitched. You're still lucky, aren't you being too modest, being too modest is equivalent to being proud?

Because Luo Jie was too modest, the people below the stage could not bear to compete with him, so Luo Hao could only stand on stage, hands behind her back, and comment on the scores of the girls who passed by occasionally. Unfortunately, an entire four hours had passed, and not only did none of them appear to be above eighty, none of them had scored more than fifty-nine points.

When the defending time was up, Luo Hao was preparing to jump off the stage and challenge others on the other stage.

At this moment, a group of young people walked over to Stage Nine. The Zhu Yang who was beaten up by Luo Hao the other day was impressively standing amongst them, and the person next to him was a young man who looked somewhat similar to him. When he raised his head, he coincidentally saw that Luo Hao was just about to jump down from the stage, he pointed his finger at Luo Hao and shouted: "You, obediently stand there, you are not allowed to come down."

He looked extremely arrogant and domineering. His tone did not allow others to disobey him.

Luo Hao sat on the side of the stage, both of his hands were supporting himself, his body slanted backwards, his legs raised and released, as he lightly tapped the side of the stage, producing a thumping sound. His expression did not change as he watched Zhu Yang and a few others near him.

Poof!

When the warriors standing below the stage saw Zhu Yang and the others walking over, without waiting for anyone to make a sound, they had already moved to the sides, leaving a three meter wide path in the middle.

When the youth who had spoken earlier saw the crowd's reaction, his gloomy face slightly withdrew, but he raised his head even higher, looking straight ahead, and his footsteps slowed down.

"Yo, isn't this the pig-headed brother we met on the street a few days ago? It seems that you have recovered quite well, and are acting like a dog. The one beside you is your brother, and he looks greasy, but he only has a sullen look on his face. Could it be that his parents have died recently, or that someone has owed him a few million dollars and hasn't paid them back?

Hiss!

When the warriors who knew Zhu Yang all heard what Luo Hao said, they couldn't help but take in a deep breath of cold air. That Tie Xiong just now didn't have any power or influence, so it didn't matter if they fought.

But this group of young people was different. This was one of the four great forces of the Sky Fire City, the Zhu Family.

However, Luo Hao didn't care at all and just asked for their greetings. In the eyes of the warriors, this was simply courting death.

Furthermore, from Luo Hao's tone, it seemed as if they had already formed an alliance long ago.

"You're quite eloquent with your words, but I don't know if your bones are tough enough."

His tone was gloomy and his words were clear.

The young man who spoke was Second Uncle Zhu Yang's eldest son, named Zhu Chao, with an early ninth stage soul nourishing stage. He was the second son of the Zhu Family's younger generation, and was ranked in the top ten in the entire Sky Fire City's younger generation.

Although his heart was burning with rage, he could still maintain his calm.

"It's still not enough. If you all were to fight together, you would just be able to gather the full ten victories."

Luo Hao shook his head, using his eyes to count Zhu Yang's group, coincidentally had eight people, after finishing ten matches, that would be enough.

"F * ck, who do you think you are? I can kill you by myself!"

The other Zhu Clan youth behind Zhu Yang could not bear Luo Hao's words, so he blurted out that he wanted to jump onto the stage to compete with Luo Hao.

"Shut up."

Even in front of Luo Hao, he was as weak as a sick cat. The person he berated only had the strength of the eighth level of soul nourishing stage, how could he still be Luo Hao's opponent?

Zhu Chao didn't speak anymore. His feet lightly tapped on the ground and his body flew up into the air in a natural and unrestrained manner. He was precisely the Zhu Family's Profound Rank movement technique, Unfettered Steps.

"Is it a martial competition or a literary battle?"

Luo Hao stood up, patted on the dust on his pants, and stood there chatting with Feng Qingyun. His tone was lazy, as if he had just woken up.

The people below the stage were all speechless. In their eyes, Luo Hao was not even close to being able to match up to the children in the game, could it be that he was so powerful that he couldn't even be bothered to look at Zhu Chao's strength?

Many people had questions about this answer.

Peak of the eighth level of Soul Nurturing Stage and soul nourishing stage looked like they were separated by a layer of the core, as though they could be broken through easily, but in reality, the gap between the two was so deep that one couldn't see the bottom of it. It wasn't exaggerated to say that defeating Peak of the eighth level of Soul Nurturing Stage was a matter of seconds.

The referee on duty number nine was an old man. His turbid eyes revealed a glint of light, and when he saw Luo Hao's nonchalant expression, his heart couldn't help but be filled with anticipation, thinking about when Sky Fire City had such a monstrous youth.

When Luo Hao had beaten up Tie Xiong, whose body was like a chair, the old man had witnessed it. He knew that Luo Hao did not even need to use a bit of strength to beat up Tie Xiong, who was stronger than him, until he lost all his temper.

"Second brother, although we fought with him, we'll beat him up."

Zhu Yang stood at the bottom of the stage, hearing how Luo Hao was once again bringing up whether it was a martial or a literary battle, he hurriedly warned Zhu Chao not to be fooled by the other party. Zhu Yang was already afraid of the literary battle that Luo Hao had proposed, and even when he heard the words martial arts battle, he felt goosebumps all over his body.

"What kind of competition is a martial arts competition, and what kind of competition is a literary competition?"

However, Zhu Chao ignored Zhu Yang, and secretly cursed Zhu Yang as a pig in his heart. His shout, forced Zhu Chao to accept Luo Hao's fighting style, otherwise, wouldn't it mean that he would be seen as cowardly before battle, which would damage his reputation.

"Martial arts duels are based on the abilities of the two sides. They go back and forth between each other. It's just a written competition, where both sides fight with a single punch, and win or lose with a single punch."

Luo Hao explained.

"Fine, let's fight."

Zhu Chao straightforwardly determined the method of the competition. This kind of competition was something he had rarely seen before, but it was actually somewhat novel, and more importantly, his realm was higher than Luo Hao's by an entire realm. His physical body's strength, was stronger than his opponent by several fold, and with Luo Hao's strength at the mid of the eighth stage, he was unable to cause any damage.

On the other hand, with just one punch from Zhu Chao, he was able to shatter all of Luo Hao's internal organs.

"Who's going first?"

Zhu Chao asked, he already had the victory scroll in his hands, so it didn't matter to him who came first.

Zhu Yang, on the other hand, was sweating profusely from anxiety. It was good that he won today, but if he lost, then his father's trial would not be easy to pass.

"Since I'm the one who suggested it, then I'll be the one to call him first."

Luo Hao deliberately dragged his tone a bit, thinking that Luo Hao would let him hit her first. Unexpectedly, Luo Hao actually said that he would attack first, which caused Zhu Yang to secretly call Luo Hao despicable and shameless, but he could only hope that Zhu Chao could endure one of Luo Hao's punches, and then defeat him.

Zhu Chao was also startled when he heard it, but he secretly thought that even though Luo Hao was cunning, he did not care at all. He spread his legs slightly, circulated his energy around his body, firmly grabbed onto the ground with both feet, and shouted: "Come."