C102 First day of pre-selection

With a loud roar, Meng Chong clenched his fist, and directly punched towards Wu Chen.

The power of this punch was extremely strong. As soon as it appeared, the surrounding air began to tremble violently. It was disturbed by a powerful force, causing sizzling sounds to ring out.

"This is Meng Chong's Berserk Demon Fist, it is extremely powerful and overbearing."

"It's said that Meng Chong had once used the Berserk Demon Fist to forcefully tear a Demonic Beast that was almost at the level of third-rank to shreds. The scene is bloody and incomparably cruel."

"If that's the case, then even if this fellow is truly from the expert at the Ninth Empyrean of Spirit Rotation Stage, he will still not be a match for Meng Chong."

"That's hard to say. You'll only know after the competition."

Seeing Meng Chong rush over with a fist in his hand, Wu Chen guessed that this person probably trained a type of martial skill that was related to the body, and such people usually had a lot of strength. Once they started fighting, they were like fierce tigers, unstoppable.

However, he was not the least bit moved. No matter how powerful the Martial Arts this kid cultivated was, it was impossible for it to compare with his own Imperishable Gilded Body Technique.

Smiling faintly, Wu Chen similarly clenched his fists and charged forward, not dodging at all as he took the initiative to meet Meng Chong head on.

"What a fool, he actually used his fist to fight Meng Chong head on."

"Is there something wrong with this kid's brain?! Meng Chong's fists are tyrannical and fierce, under one punch, even if it's the body of a Demonic Beast, it wouldn't be able to take it. After being beaten to a pulp, this brat actually used his fists to clash with his.

"That's right. This time, even if he really is from the expert at the Ninth Empyrean of Spirit Rotation Stage, the chances of him winning are very slim."

Seeing his actions, everyone shouted that he was stupid. Meng Chong was a madman, the strength of his fists were super strong, and ordinary people did not dare to fight against him. It was the same even for expert at the Ninth Empyrean of Spirit Rotation Stage.

"Hahaha, boy, you dare to fight against me? You are simply courting death."

Meng Chong laughed out loud, the power of his fist was extremely tyrannical, one strike had destroyed everything, and very few people could withstand it.

Wu Chen smiled, and said indifferently: "Very soon, you will change your opinion."

Gripping his fist, Wu Chen punched out. Without dodging, he directly clashed with Meng Chong.

Bang!

The two fists finally collided together. At this moment, many people could not help but close their eyes, unwilling to see a tragedy happen. In their eyes, fighting Meng Chong was an act of pure suicide.

"Hahaha, boy, your arm is already crippled. I've won this fight."

Meng Chong laughed out loud, his fist was extremely powerful, anyone who dared to fight against him directly, would meet a bad end.

"Is that so?"

Wu Chen sneered. Since this brat wanted to try the taste of his arm getting crippled, if he didn't, wouldn't that mean that he had let down this brat?

With a loud roar, a wave of golden energy erupted from his body and poured into his fist. The power of his fist instantly increased and shone with a golden light like the fist of a god of war, unstoppable.

Sensing this powerful force, Meng Chong's expression suddenly changed, and he said in shock: "Your arm can still be used? How is that possible? "

Suddenly, a powerful force came from his fist, causing Meng Chong to scream in pain, his body was immediately flung backwards, after spitting out a mouthful of blood in the air, he directly fell down from the stage, his entire aura turning gloomy.

"What?"

At that instant, everyone widened their eyes. They did not dare to believe what they were seeing.

Who was Meng Chong? He was the A Peerless Genius of the Lei Yang County, a person with the expert on the Gold Ranking s list. However, he had lost to Wu Chen right now, and only had two moves, no, it was more accurate to say that it was only one move.

After a short moment, the crowd burst into an uproar. Everyone was discussing animatedly and in an uproar.

"Even if Meng Chong loses, he won't be his match."

"He defeated Meng Chong in one move. His strength is rather terrifying."

"With this person's strength, he could at least be in the top 600, or even the top 500. That's possible."

"Since he has such powerful strength, why don't we go test him out on the golden monument?"

"This is unknown."

Initially, all of them had their suspicions towards Wu Chen, thinking that he had cheated, used an abnormal method, and obtained the cultivation level of Ninth Empyrean of Spirit Rotation Stage. But now, the other party had actually defeated Meng Chong, who was ranked on the Gold Ranking s ranking, and used his absolute strength to slap their faces, telling them how powerful his strength was.

"I actually made a mistake."

The referee's mouth twitched. Originally, he was the same as everyone else, but he was also filled with suspicions towards Wu Chen, which was why he had arranged for Meng Chong, the opponent, to test him. In the end, not only did the opponent defeat Meng Chong, but he also defeated the opponent in one move.

This was just like a test, with the requirement of 60 points to pass, but Wu Chen had scored a hundred, how could it not be shocking?

"After being at the bottom of the Yunfeng City for so long, it's about time for one or two true geniuses to appear."

With the strength that Wu Chen had displayed, he could be considered a Apical Level within the expert at the Ninth Empyrean of Spirit Rotation Stage s, almost comparable to Peak Of the Ninth Empyrean of Spirit Rotation Stage.

"He's going to be relaxed next."

The four groups of participants looked at each other and laughed bitterly. There were very few experts in their group, and with the fighting strength that Wu Chen had displayed, the number of people in the fourth group who could spar with him could be counted on one hand. To them, rather than wasting their time fighting Wu Chen, it was better to just admit defeat.

In the afternoon matches, some strong battles occurred, such as expert at the Ninth Empyrean of Spirit Rotation Stage's battle against expert at the Ninth Empyrean of Spirit Rotation Stage, expert at the Ninth Empyrean of Spirit Rotation Stage's battle against expert, these battles, were all extremely exciting, and caused people's eyes to be filled with envy.

Of course, most situations involved admitting defeat of one's own accord. Normally, when the difference in cultivation level between the two sides exceeded two levels, the weak would admit defeat of their own accord, and they were too lazy to waste their time. This was not only a phenomenon unique to the four groups, other groups were also common.

Wu Chen was the same as well. He had encountered two opponents in a row, and both of them admitted defeat without even a single battle.

The most relaxed was the expert ranked at the top of the four groups of Gold Ranking s. From morning until now, there had not been a single match, and all the opponents he had encountered had automatically admitted defeat. As for Wu Chen, he had at least fought three matches, two matches in the morning and one in the afternoon.

Time quickly passed and in the blink of an eye, it was already evening. When the final two contestants finished their battles, the first day of the preliminaries was completely over.

The first round of preliminaries was held for two days. Everyone arranged ten matches, five matches a day, two matches in the morning, and three matches in the afternoon.