581: C581 The Wooden Stick Pointed(part Iii)

C581 The Wooden Stick Pointed(part Iii)

Ling Kuang's facial expression changed. He wanted to draw his sword and exchange it with his palm, but it was already too late.

Lin Hao raised his leg and kicked Ling Kuang in the abdomen. Ling Kuang was sent flying by the tremendous force.

Lin Hao wasn't crazy enough to kill ___. After all, it was just a competition, and he had no grudges with Lin Hao. Therefore, Lin Hao controlled his strength perfectly.

When Ling Kuang stopped moving, he found that he was already outside the arena. There was only a slight distance between them.

The entire arena was silent.

This battle came and went quickly. In the blink of an eye, the battle that was supposed to be shocking had ended.

Only now did everyone look at Lin Hao in disbelief, and there was only one voice in their minds.

Who exactly was this White-clothed Youth?

He caught Ling Kuang's sword with his bare hand and kicked him off the stage. This kind of strength was rarely seen in the outer circle, but no one had any influence on Lin Hao.

A month's journey to the border had allowed Lin Hao to grow. Not only in terms of strength, but Lin Hao had also shed his youthful appearance. His fair face had gained a sharp edge. Even the deepest part of his eyes, which had always been calm like water... It also contains endless killing intent.

At this moment, Lin Hao was like a Longsword that had been sealed away for a long time, and had been washed clean of dust. He was now showing off his full potential!

After a month, it was normal that no one knew who Lin Hao was. However, Lin Hao did not plan to keep a low profile after coming back this time. From now on, everyone would witness the true rise of a Genius.

How was Ling Kuang?

A kick was just as easy as that.

How about a Genius?

In front of Lin Hao, who would dare to call themselves a Genius?

Ling Kuang fell to the ground, staring at Lin Hao. Under his shame and anger, Ling Kuang did not do anything else.

Losing was losing.

To Ling Kuang, not accepting defeat was also a disgrace.

"You are in a hurry. Today's shame will be returned a hundred times over!"

After failing, Ling Kuang had no intention of staying. He turned around and left.

As a disciple of a big family, if he only had this bit of strength, he would definitely not have the status he had today.

Ling Kuang naturally had his own trump card, but just like everyone else, no one was willing to reveal his trump card so early. This was just an elimination match. If he revealed too much, it would only leave a hidden danger in the next round.

Therefore, Ling Kuang didn't want to get back at them now, at least not now.

Looking at the distant Ling Kuang, Lin Hao didn't feel the slightest joy of victory. To Lin Hao, although Ling Kuang was strong, he didn't pose any threat to him.

Lin Hao casually took out another wooden stick.

It was still the original formula, and the taste was still familiar.

"Here."

The instant the wooden stick landed on the ground, a crisp sound could be heard.

But this time, no one dared to ignore such a crude wooden stick that they had picked up from an unknown place.

Because this wooden stick determined the outcome of everyone.2

No one dared to doubt that with Lin Hao's strength, there would be someone who could stop him in this elimination round.

However, the doubts in everyone's hearts were even more puzzled.

Who exactly was this invincible White-clothed Youth?

If there really was such a powerful man in the outer sect, everyone would know about him. Why didn't anyone have any impression of him?

For a moment, there were many guesses about Lin Hao's identity, but few people could guess his identity.

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