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The anger in his eyes flared up, and a black object like an iron ruler appeared in his hand. Zhu Ping poured his power into it, and a black light with a chill in it rushed up to the sky, like a river that could not be passed through the wind, flying towards Huang Bei. It released a whooshing sound, and the sound of it being released was like a concealed weapon piercing through the air.

Superior Grade Profound Ranked Weapon!

The Zhu Clan was really generous, they actually secretly found high-grade Profound Rank weapons, this kind of grade was already infinitely close to a treasure, the owner could use this to increase their own attack power, and increase their combat power by a level, of course it would also consume the user's power, after a long time, their physical strength would be exhausted, even if a heaven-rank weapon was in their hands, it would still be useless.

Weapons in the world were divided into four categories: sky, earth, Xuan, and yellow. Each grade was divided into three grades: upper, middle, and lower. Yellow grade, normal grade, Xuan grade, upper grade, and upper grade.

Above the heavenly rank was the divine tool. It was a rare sight, one that hadn't appeared for tens of thousands of years.

Huang Bei's sword-like eyebrows creased. He dodged to the side and dodged to the best of his ability, not going head on with Zhu Bei.

The scale of victory was suddenly changed to Zhu Ping, and then to Huang Bei. Now, the situation had changed again, as Zhu Ping held a ruler shaped object out of thin air, and it instantly reversed the disadvantageous situation, forcing the opponent to jump out of the way.

"Everyone, guess who the final winner will be? "I'm guessing it's Zhu Ping. What he has in his hands seems to be a high-grade Profound Rank weapon. That weapon is something close to a treasure weapon; it's extraordinary and powerful."

A busybody started a conversation and invited a bystander to guess who would win.

"That might not be the case. Huang Bei of the Huang Clan was able to conceal his strength, and might not even have fully revealed his cultivation realm. If we were to compare notes, we might not even know who will win. I guess Huang Bei will win."

The weapon in Zhu Ping's hand was the Heaven Shaking Ruler, which was made from spirit iron tens of thousands of feet underground. It contained the essence of heaven and earth, and it was forged by a blacksmith with several rare raw materials.

The match between the two continued for another ten moves. Zhu Ping was unable to succeed for a long time, and his physical strength was rapidly being exhausted. Gradually, he was unable to keep up with the later attacks, and the attacks in his hands began to slow.

Huang Bei, on the other hand, would occasionally launch a move or two just to dodge the leap. The consumption of energy was not large, and since he was stronger than his opponent, the scales of victory naturally fell towards him.

"If you're a man, then don't keep hiding. If you have the guts, then fight me to the death."

Zhu Ping did not succeed for a long time, he knew that in the long run, he would be the one to lose, so he thought of using tactics to provoke Huang Bei and force him to fight to the bitter end.

"Is that so? "Then I shall do as you wish. I am ready to attack."

Saying that, Huang Bei no longer dodged, he moved at a fast speed, the palm and fist seemed to have the roar of a tiger and the roar of a dragon, bringing with it the force of thunder, he rushed towards Zhu Ping, this was the Profound Rank martial skill, Dragon Tiger Fist.

"Good timing."

Zhu Ping gave a loud shout, and the Heaven Shaking Ruler in his hand drew an arc, welcoming the attack. Suddenly, the two foot long Heaven Shaking Ruler grew out, as if it wanted to break through Huang Bei's hand bones.

"You forced me."

Huang Bei roared out, the force in his hand increased, and the tornado destroyed Zhu Bei's attack, and his momentum did not decrease at all, smashing into Zhu Ping's chest with a loud bang, causing Zhu Ping to groan in pain, his body was like a kite with its string cut, flying out of the stage, falling onto the ground with a loud crash, rolling a few times, fainting, blood flowing out of his mouth.

Huang Ping stood on the stage, watching the unconscious Zhu Ping on the floor, a look of disdain on his face. Huang Ping stood on the stage, watching the unconscious Zhu Ping on the floor, a look of disdain on his face.

"This match, Huang Ping wins."

The supervisor walked up to the front desk and announced loudly.

Watching Huang Ping jump off the stage and walk towards the Huang Family's stage, all of the martial artists were filled with envy. If there were no mishaps in this competition, then the first place would be none other than Huang Ping.

Since Zhu Ping had been defeated, Lu Shifeng, who was on the high platform, was also sad. Of course, it was not for Huang Bei, but for his eldest grandson, Lu Xing. Previously, he had still wanted to reach first place after landing on the ground, but now, he was hoping that he would not bump into Huang Ping in the next round.

The following matches were filled with victories and losses. The victor's face was filled with excitement, and the loser's entire body was filled with pain. He also had an incomparably dejected look in his eyes.

In the last match, it was Luo Hao's turn to fight.

Luo Hao came to the stage, but did not see his opponent come up even after a long time.

The referee was also very puzzled. He walked up to the reception and loudly announced, "Number 2380 will be up on stage to participate in the competition."

He called out a few times, but no one answered.

The number the referee announced was precisely Wang Chong's. At this moment, he was mingling with the crowd, but even if he was given ten guts, he wouldn't dare to step up onto the stage.

He had witnessed the scene of Luo Hao violently beating up Huang Dong. Going up there would only be courting death.

"Bro, I seem to remember that you're number 2380, why didn't you go up?"

One of the fighters who had watched Wang Chong's duel at the side had some memory of his serial number. Thus, he kindly reminded him.

"Shut up!"

The other party was only at the peak of the seventh stage of the soul nourishing stage. He could crush them in a second, so there was no need to be polite.

When one's strength was lower than others, the warrior would naturally not dare to speak anymore. At this time, he also understood that Wang Chong was afraid of Luo Hao's strength and did not dare to go up on the stage, and it was not that he did not hear it clearly, but in front of him, who was acting like a scammer and in front of others, was nothing more than a tortoise hiding in its head.

"Number 2380, hurry up and enter the stage to participate in the competition, otherwise you will be considered to be forfeiting."

The referee on duty waited for a few more minutes and shook his head. He was sure that the aristocratic family's disciple was too busy playing that he forgot about the important competition, but even so, there was still the rule of the tournament. After every hour passed, the disciple would automatically give up the competition and fail to advance to the next round.

"Alright, now I announce that because someone has given up on the competition, Luo Hao will win this round."

After the referee finished speaking, he walked back to the backstage, thinking that Luo Hao's luck was not bad, without even moving a finger, he could be promoted to the next round, but he didn't know that Luo Hao's opponent for the round was right below the stage, and was only scared to the point of not daring to go up onto the stage.

"Brother, good job. Good luck."

Someone suddenly shouted from below the stage. Luo Hao sounded somewhat familiar, and couldn't help but to look down at the stage, it was Chen Han who had teased Huang Dong from below the stage. However, his expression was a little dejected, his complexion also somewhat haggard, as though he had not slept well for many days.

Luo Hao walked down the stage and directly arrived in front of Chen Han. With a smile on his face, he said: "Brother Chen, at first, you still haven't left Sky Fire City, but I'm a little hungry. It's so boring to eat alone, I don't know if Brother Chen can come along."

When Chen Han heard the word "eat", his eyes lit up. He scratched his head and said embarrassedly: "This is not good, I will let you spend the money."

"Let's go, we're brothers, eating a meal is nothing."

Luo Hao laughed, without caring about the stench of pain on Chen Han's body, he walked towards a restaurant nearby.

The waiter who was welcoming the guests at the front door saw Luo Hao and Luo Hao, and anxiously led the two to sit inside, and then asked: "What would the two guests like to eat, Stir-Fried Vegetables and Noodles are available."

"If there's any good wine or dishes, just serve them first."

This was the first time Luo Hao was eating outside of Sky Fire City, so he casually said this.

"Alright, customer, please wait for a moment. The food will be served soon."

The waiter happily left.

As expected, the dishes were served very quickly. In less than a moment, the four corners of the wooden table were filled with all kinds of small fry. It was so oily that it could not help but make one's appetite.

Chen Han looked at the dishes on the table, his throat couldn't help but roll a few times, producing a rumbling sound, but he did not take the initiative to grab the dishes.

Luo Hao saw this, so he picked up a piece of peanut and threw it into his mouth. After chewing on it a few times, he said: Brother Chen, take action, no need to be polite.

"Then I really won't hold back."

Chen Han scratched his head, then picked up the chopsticks and began to eat, the chopsticks were as fast as lightning, almost as if they were about to explode.

The table was full of dishes. Luo Hao had only taken a few breaths, and in less than a quarter of an hour, his plate had already reached the bottom, and all of them had fallen into Chen Han's stomach.

Chen Han's mouth was filled with oil as he ate. After burping a few times and rubbing his stomach, he was satisfied as he raised his head and noticed that Luo Hao was looking at him, hence he scratched his head and said unhappily: "Hehe, I'm really hungry. Brother Luo, thank you so much.

"Brother Chen, I wonder what you plan to do in the future?"

Luo Hao avoided talking about the matter of eating just now to prevent Chen Han from feeling uneasy.

"This …" Chen Han sipped on it, not knowing how to express himself. He scratched the back of his head again, as if he had a grudge with that place.

Originally, Chen Han came from a small city thousands of miles away, and only he and his grandfather lived together. Originally, with his talent, he could enter some families to get a good upbringing, but his personality was not good and he was not willing to listen to orders from others.

He had originally planned to take advantage of the Large Competition to obtain the qualifications to enter the Secret Realm, obtain some items, and take them outside in exchange for some money so that his grandfather could live a carefree life.

He thought that his grandfather would definitely be very disappointed, so he felt embarrassed to go back. After he ran out of money, he checked out of the house and spent the next few days buying only one steamed bun to fill up his hunger before sleeping on the street at night.

This was why Luo Hao saw that he was undernourished.