1018: C1018 one person lightning hall

C1018 one person lightning hall

Whether it was Huo Yunan or the other scholars, under Chu Yun's guidance, they had a lot of battle experience.

Just like today's situation, if it were any other scholar, they might be flustered, but they would not.

Normally, Chu Yun would ask them to split into groups and fight in battles. They had experienced all kinds of battles, including chaotic battles, random battles, and even if there were any sudden situations, they would be able to keep their hearts calm and stay calm.

Immovable like a mountain, moving like a thunderbolt.

With an explosive sound, Fan Rui's body was sent flying far away before he could even fly in the air.

"Whap."

Fan Rui fell to the ground, his head tilting to the side as he fainted.

His sternum was split open, and blood flowed out. It was an extremely shocking sight.

Victory and defeat had already been decided.

No one had expected that the battle would end so soon.

"Hiss!"

All the onlookers sucked in a breath of cold air as their pupils violently contracted in disbelief.

Fan Rui was the strongest scholar in the Hall of Thunder. Amongst all the scholars, he was ranked in the top five or even the top three!

How could Huo Yunan defeat him in one strike?

But thinking about it more carefully, wasn't Xu Le from the War Hall also menacing? In the end, he was defeated by Fang Zhi with a single move.

They all had something in common in these two battles.

Huo Yunan held both his hands behind his back, and with a smile rising from the corner of his mouth, he lightly said: "Next."

The scene went into an uproar.

Some of the four keen scholars felt that something was amiss.

If it was before, Huo Yunan would have continued after winning the first round. But now, after consecutively defeating two people, he was actually so confident that he spoke words of provocation.

Would the competition rules for the arena battle really be more fair?

Although one side could deal with many people in a row, increasing the chances of them winning, but on the other hand, if there was a scholar who was strong enough, wouldn't he be able to win many rounds by himself?

This was what the new competition brought with it.

"I'll do it!"

Another scholar jumped onto the stage, his eyes burning with anger. It was clear that he wanted to wash away his shame. "Remember, you will be defeated by me. I'll call you!"

"I have no interest in knowing the name of the defeated opponent!"

Huo Yunan shook his head, he twisted his body and with a whip kick, he sent the scholar flying.

It was still one move.

"Next!"

"He's too arrogant. Does he really think that there's no one in our War Hall?"

Another scholar went up on stage, obviously wanting to defend his honor.

"Bam!"

"AHH!"

It was the same, the same move.

"Next!"

Huo Yunan gradually stabilized his emotions. He really enjoyed this kind of moment, as he was completely immersed in it.

"You, you!"

"Bam!"

"Next!"

"Ah! Don't, don't capture me, I admit it!"

"Bam!"

"Next!"

"Bam!"

"Next!"

"Bam!"

"Next!"

Huo Yunan fought his way to the back, his mood agitated. Seeing that no one was up to the stage, he actually took the initiative to grab the Battle Hall's scholar.

Without saying a word, he caught it and sent it flying with a punch.

Normally, those scholars were considered Heaven's Pride, but under Huo Yunan's hands, they had no power to fight back.

Just like an eagle catching a small chicken, he lifted it up and brought it up with him.

Huo Yunan had cultivated for only three months.

From this, it could be seen how powerful Chu Yun's basic fighting techniques were.

"The next one? Eh, where is he?"

"That's right, it's you! Come over here!"

Huo Yunan's eyes swept across, catching another person.

"Why are you grabbing me? I'm not participating, I'm just passing by!"

That scholar's face was deathly pale. When he was caught in his hands, he had no power to resist.

Only then did Huo Yunan come back to his senses. It turned out that all the scholars in the Thunder Hall had been beaten up by him, and all of them were defeated in one move.

All the scholars around them were looking at Huo Yunan in shock, as if he was a monster.

Why was this guy so strong?

Let's not talk about how miserably he lost in the last Martial Competition.

In the short span of half a year, it shouldn't be said to be three months.

In just three short months, he had been reborn. Could it be that he had been struck by a great fortune and met with some good fortune?

Huo Yunan scratched his head, and laughed awkwardly: "Sorry, I caught the wrong person."

With that, he put the scholar down.

The scholar was so scared that his legs went limp as he ran down the arena, muttering to himself, "I was just standing to the side watching, provoking anyone. If I didn't react fast enough, I would have been punched for nothing!"

The four Great Sacrifices s were all stunned.

They had seen great storms before, but at this moment, they were dumbfounded.

Truly unbelievable.

How to describe this battle?

From beginning to end, it ended very quickly.

When Huo Yunan faced his opponent's attack, he shattered it in one move.

One of them was captured and defeated in one move.

Another person was caught and defeated in one move.

There weren't many gaudy moves, only an extremely simple and unadorned fist technique.

Although it had not reached the point of returning to its original state, it was not far from that.

When Huo Yunan won the sixth match, it was supposed to end.

Or rather, it should have ended earlier, because some of the scholars had already raised their hands in surrender.

But Huo Yunan was immersed in the pleasure of battle, and did not mean anything about it.

He had beaten up all the scholars in the Thunder Hall.

Just a moment ago, he had almost captured the wrong person.

"This …"

Xiu Mujijiu rubbed his head, unable to describe what he was looking at.

The first match after the modification was unexpectedly presented in such a manner.

This went against the original intention of changing the system!

It was unknown what Great Sacrifices was thinking.

"Northern Beitang has won, enter the finals!"

The referee took several deep breaths before suppressing the shock within his body. He had been in the Martial Competition for many years, and this was the first time he had seen such an unimaginable battle.

"F * * k, as expected of my son!"

Huo Tiexin was so excited that he swore and waved his fist fiercely.

Ten battles, how long had it been going on?

In the time it took for half an incense stick to burn!

This is the semifinals!

Beitang was ranked third in the previous Martial Competition.

The Thunder Hall was not weak. Back in the day, they had lost to the ancient martial arts hall in the semi-finals. This was something that could not be helped.

However, in the third or fourth round of the finals, he had actually won against his opponent and won third place.

It was widely believed that the Thunder Hall had the ability to challenge the battle hall.

However, everything that had happened today had completely turned their imaginations upside down.

"After the change, the stronger the stronger the stronger the weaker, the more unlikely the chances are!"

Some scholars were muttering to themselves.

"That's right. In the past, when we fought the powerful academies, no matter how strong those scholars were, they would only be able to win the next match. Now, it's enough for one person to challenge the entire academy."

"Sigh, although it's intense, it feels even more unfair."

"For the ancient Martial Hall, isn't that the opportunity to win the top ten?"

"Yes, the Great Sacrifices said to increase the level of brilliance and intensity, but instead gave the Ancient Martial Hall the title of champion."

"In the past, when you won the competition, you needed to be strong as a whole. Now that you've won the competition, it's enough for you to be strong as well."

"In terms of personal strength, who can compete with Young Master Qian?"

Many of the scholars complained.

Originally, when the Great Sacrifices had proposed to change the system, they had all supported it.

If this continued, the weaker academies would not be able to stand up for them.

Huo Yunan walked down the stage, still wishing for more.

"You stole the limelight."

Fang Zhi wrapped his arms around Huo Yunan's neck and snorted: "Cut the crap.

"No problem."

Huo Yunan was beaming with joy, in high spirits.

On the side of the ancient Martial Hall, many scholars had ugly expressions on their faces.

Hua Six-Ear's hands trembled and his lips turned pale.

His fighting ability was not much worse than Fan Rui's. Amongst all the scholars, he was ranked within the top five.

But, Fan Rui had been defeated by Huo Yunan in a single strike.

If I were to meet him, what would the result be?

A sense of fear rose up from the bottom of Hua Liu's heart. He felt a sense of impending doom, stifling his breathing to the point of being unable to catch his breath.

The other scholars also thought the same.1

Huo Yunan alone already had the strength to fight against the Thunder Hall alone. What if Fang Zhi and Feng Yanzhe who were stronger than him were added in?

They felt as if cold water was poured over their heads, and their hearts turned cold.

Qian Yan remained expressionless from beginning to end. After seeing Huo Yunan's victory, a touch of coldness had risen in his heart.

It seemed that there was still a slight discrepancy between what he had planned and what had happened before.

Fortunately, the gap was not too wide. If he worked hard, he would still be able to make up for it.

Huo Yunan looked very strong, but in reality, he had not touched upon the true essence of fighting.

Since that's the case, then it shouldn't be too difficult for him to defeat him.

The main ones were Fang Zhi and Feng Yanzhe.

The two of them were the same as him, they both understood the true essence. The only thing that made him stronger than them was his battle experience, as well as his accumulated self-confidence.

In the entire Ancient Martial Hall, besides him, no one else could be a match for him. No one could even withstand a single blow.

Xu Le and Fan Rui were the simplest examples.

That was to say, if the ancient Martial Hall wanted to win, it was all up to him.

As long as he could defeat Feng Yanzhe and Fang Zhi consecutively, neither Huo Yunan nor Fang Yuying would pose any threat to him.

He won six rounds with ease.

"I was trying to hide my strength, but I didn't expect that you guys would force me to."

Qian Yan took a deep breath, and the expression in his eyes gradually became gloomy and cold.

If he wanted to win, he had to use his trump card.

Uncle Sun had already helped him, so he could only rely on himself for the rest.

The glory of being crowned ten times in a row, the chance to refresh history, was right in front of him, easily obtainable.

The Ancient Martial Hall had worked hard for many years, and they definitely could not give up at the last moment.

"The second match of the semifinals will be between the ancient martial arts hall and the War Wind Hall."

At this time, the referee's voice sounded out, and the entire arena burst into cheers.

As the overlord of the Nine Links Sect, the ancient Martial Hall naturally received a lot of anticipation.

The Dark Horse Beitang was the first to enter the finals. If it was within his expectations, this year's finals would be between the Ancient Martial Hall and the Beitang.

Fang Zhi and the others looked at Qian Yan from afar and laughed coldly.

Qian Yan raised his eyebrows, as if he was responding to a provocation.

And then, almost instinctively, he walked into the ring.

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