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Despite the fact that Zhang Zhongyu had four major domains of wind, rain, and thunder, and had the power of wind, lightning, and thunder, his every move carried great power, as if he could control the power of wind, rain, and thunder.2

No matter how strong one's manpower was, one could still be extremely poor.

Compared to humans, the power of nature seemed limitless.

This move of Zhang Zhongyu's borrowed a little bit of the natural power of wind, rain, lightning and thunder. At the same level, this move was nearly unassailable. In the face of nature, ordinary people would feel a sense of insignificance, as if they were powerless to contend against the power of the heavens.

He was an exception. Fan Wuji stood there, neither sad nor happy, neither hurried nor impatient. He possessed the inheritance of the invincible bloodline. If I am invincible, I shall cut down all the enemies in the world. In the eyes of the descendants of the invincible bloodlines, nothing was invincible. If he had to say that he was invincible, it would be him.

"Even nature can't make me bend over. Even the Heavens and the Earth can't make me lower my head. "A single sword strike is enough to destroy ten thousand techniques." He lowered his voice and muttered to himself.

Just at this moment, Fan Wuji's sword move was so graceful that it shocked the world. At this moment, the world was silent. Everything was quiet, as if there was no color, only black and white.

This strike contained the sword intent of the second level, as well as half of the superior true intent, invincible potential, and the true qi of his body. This sword strike was Fan Wuji's peak strength, and he did not hold back.

One strike to destroy all techniques!

A single strength was enough to defeat ten!

Zhang Zhongyu's technique of "gathering seven words of wind, rain, lightning and thunder" was unparalleled and had the ability to defeat all geniuses. But the power contained in Fan Wuji's sword, was still higher than his.

It seemed like a moment, but also like a century. In that instant, even if it was eternal, it was eternal.

Zhang Zhongyu was struck by the sword, and his entire body became like a puppet with no strings to defend himself. He was sent flying far away, crashing into the edge of the stage, and his body fell to the ground. He let out a cry and spat out a large amount of blood. His face instantly turned pale, an extremely unhealthy shade of white.

Zhang Zhongyu looked at Fan Wuji, sighed, and said, "The power of your sword has reached the true Spirit Sea Realm. Terrifying. Formidable. Respectable. Fan Wuji, I concede defeat in your hands. Although Qin Guang defeated me before, in terms of power, we are almost the same. His physical strength was only slightly stronger. But you... Defeat me completely on my own. Maybe this year's genius king is not Qin Guang, but you, Fan Wuji. "

"Thank you for your auspicious words! In truth, your wind, rain, thunder, and thunder are also extremely strong when gathered within half a step of the spirit sea. Fan Wuji said with a faint smile.

"Brother Fan, your cultivation is only at the middle stage of the Innate realm and you already have the battle power of the Spirit Sea. When you reach the great circle of the Innate realm, you might be able to write a legend and defeat the Spirit Sea Realm." Zhang Zhongyu, he analyzed.

Hearing this, Fan Wuji only smiled, but did not say anything. He thought to himself: How can defeat be so simple? When I was at my peak, I was in the middle stage of the Qi Refining stage and at the great circle of the Qi Refining stage, and I had already killed a super great demon at the Spirit Sea Realm. It was just that his cultivation had dropped.

Zhang Zhongyu gave Fan Wuji a meaningful look, and said: "I lost this battle. In the future, we will fight in the sect world. "

"I'll wait for you." As he spoke, he revealed a bright smile. He had never been afraid of fighting or competing, but rather liked it. This was because only by competing in battle would one be able to improve.

Finished speaking, Zhang Zhongyu and Fan Wuji walked off the stage. Zhang Zhongyu had lost, but he had a lot of gains in his heart. Previously, he had thought himself to be intelligent, and was praised as a prodigy, arrogant to the point of looking down on all the geniuses in the world. At this moment, he was successively defeated by Qin Guang and Fan Wuji, as if he was enlightened. He understood how big the world was and how to respect, pursue, and surpass them.

Fan Wuji defeated Zhang Zhongyu. After seven battles and seven victories, Fan Wuji already possessed the strength to rush towards the genius king. After all, Fan Wuji's final attack had reached the Spirit Sea Realm. For example, the Qin Guang from before, Zhang Zhongyu, was only at the half-step Spirit Sea realm. Of course, this didn't necessarily mean that Fan Wuji would definitely win. The top ten geniuses were all peak evildoers within the Hundred Miles Region. Until the last moment, no one knew what other cards they still had.

Fan Wuji was sitting in the waiting area, leisurely sitting on a chair, sizing up the few arenas in the air.

At this moment, two figures were standing on an empty arena. One of them was a man wearing a python robe. His face was grave and grave as he walked. His gait was like a dragon or tiger, and his aura was completely domineering. The other person, on the other hand, was the complete opposite. He was dressed in coarse clothes and was not rich nor was he extravagant. His temperament was indifferent, calm, and absolutely rational.

These two people were the crown prince Qin Guang and the super dark horse, Jing Nameless.

Prince Qin doesn't need to go all out. He's known as the number one genius of the Hundred Kingdoms. Ever since then, he's been like a towering mountain crushing down on his peers, making him unable to breathe." On the other hand, Jing Wuming was different. He was just a commoner who had come from a poor family, and had coincidentally discovered a fragment of a letter. He had stepped into the realm of cultivation by himself. He came from a poor background and had no resources to support him. Amongst countless cultivators, he was nothing special.

Later on, he shocked everyone with his feat and became a genius. Only after he defeated a peak genius in his own country did he obtain the qualifications to participate in the genius battle. But even so, in the eyes of others, he was only a low-level genius. Everyone felt that he was able to enter the top ten and compete with the other Heaven's Pride cultivators.

But he had to use his strength and facts time and time again to speak. Not only had he become a top 10 talent, standing at the top of the 100 countries' geniuses, but he had won all six battles and had the potential to reach the top. Many geniuses from small countries, or those who were born poor, regarded him as their idol.

However, when he fought against Qin Guang, even those who supported him kept their mouths shut and silently shouted. The words' Crown Prince Qin Guang 'were like a nightmare. Under his suppression, the geniuses of the Hundred Kingdoms were unable to show their heads. No one felt that Jing Wuming could defeat Qin Guang.

Not only had Qin Guang been famous for a long time, but he had also been at half-step Spirit Sea for a long time. He had also defeated Zhang Zhongyu, who was a monster like him. In the eyes of many, Qin Guang was very close to the Spirit Sea Realm. Jing Wuming's previous performance had been brilliant, but it had only been brilliant. In everyone's eyes, his strength was the pinnacle of Xiantian.

No matter how strong the extreme Xiantian martial artists were, as long as they didn't break the barrier, they wouldn't be able to contend against these top geniuses. This was the difference in strength. It was no longer someone whose battle skills could make up for it. For example, Blind Yang had reached the extreme boundary in his combat skills. In the Upper Sky Realm, he was the best, but he was still no match for Fan Wuji. For Fan Wuji to win, he had to rely on his absolute strength.

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