648: C648 Consecutive Victories

C648 Consecutive Victories

"Hmph!" Liu Shengfei was rejected. Although he did not expect Liu Ruomei to agree to it, he still felt uncomfortable in his heart. Every time during the qualifiers, he, Liu First Young Master, would be the first to win. He was highly reliant on his father. Could it be that things were going to change this time?

"Boy, I'll let you be arrogant for a while. If you want to be outstanding, you have to have your life!" Liu Shengfei looked at Feng Yimo with hatred. Who would have thought that Feng Yimo would raise his head and look at him? Liu Shengfei was shocked. He was very sensitive. He was more than 200 feet away from the contestant's position. He only took a glance and found out why an ordinary warrior would have such keen senses.

Two hours later, there were only 57 people left from 114 contestants. This time, all 57 people who were eliminated died. None of them had lived their entire lives. It could be seen how cruel the competition was.

Other than Feng Yimo, there were two other people who had defeated their opponents in one strike, just like him. Among them was Hu Dahai from Hu Haiwei Prefecture, and the other was an unattractive old man. He was in his fifties, and his body was thin. He was only eight feet tall, and his name was Ba Dong.

The odds outside had changed. Liu Duansheng, Hu Dahai, and Ba Dong had won ten to one. If two of the three met, the odds would be one to one, and the others would be one to one. Obviously, everyone was optimistic about Liu Duansheng and the other two.

After a short rest, fifty-seven people drew lots. Naturally, there were people who did not draw lots. The lucky one was a pretty woman.

This time, Feng Yimo's opponent was a bald monk. His head was bright and shiny. The ring scar on his head was clearly visible. His chest was bare. One look and one could tell that he was practicing martial arts. His body was stronger.

The monk weighed three hundred kilograms. He was like a mountain of meat as he rolled over. The Buddha shovel in his hand trembled and stabbed at Feng Yimo's neck.

The end of the Buddha Shovel was shaped like a crescent. If it was solid, Feng Yimo's head would be sent flying by the shovel. Feng Yimo saw that the monk didn't have any compassion, and he immediately attacked. He was furious, and he clenched his right fist. He increased his strength and aimed it at the Buddha Shovel that was already in front of him.

Bang!

The steel shovel was smashed into pieces by Feng Yimo's punch. A huge force was sent out. The monk cried out in pain. His body, which weighed more than three hundred kilograms, flew out. Before it landed, large amounts of blood sprayed out and dyed the area red.

The warriors who could advance to the third wheel were not ordinary people. However, this kind of person still could not withstand a single attack from Feng Yimo. Fourth Miss and Liu Ruomei were beaming with smiles, but First Young Master and Liu Shengfei's faces were gloomy as if it was going to rain. There was no other reason. The monk was his man, and he was ranked first. Before he went on stage, he had sent a sound transmission to the monk, telling him not to hold back and kill Feng Yimo. Who would have thought that he would be defeated just like that?

However, this time, Feng Yimo controlled his strength and did not take the life of the monk. He was only seriously injured.

If three people were killed by him in a row, it would be too shocking.

Even so, Liu Duansheng attracted the attention of more people. Some people even started discussing that Liu Duansheng was going to surpass Hu Dahai and Ba Dong. As a result, his odds of winning were 20 to 1.

Because he was the first contestant to win, Feng Yimo walked out of the arena and stood on the side. Just as he stood up, a young Si came over from the side and handed him a piece of paper before leaving. He opened it curiously and saw a line of words written on it. If you meet Ba Dong, you lose.

He smiled. It seemed that someone couldn't hold it in anymore and wanted to play some tricks. That Ba Dong wasn't someone else, but someone from the Second Young Master of the Liu Prefecture, Liu Yuanbi. Obviously, he wanted Ba Dong to admit defeat.

Liu Ruomei, who was on the viewing platform, seemed to have noticed Second Brother's little actions. She frowned. Although she could not see the expression behind the veil, a cold light flashed in her eyes. Clearly, she was very dissatisfied.

"Duan Sheng, don't bother with anyone. Just use your full strength. This lady will bear the burden for you!" Liu Ruomei's pleasant voice sounded in Feng Yimo's ears. Clearly, she did not want him to go easy on her.

Feng Yimo nodded his head without leaving a trace. He put away the paper in his hand. It was impossible for him to admit defeat so easily.

Very soon, all 28 contestants appeared. Without a doubt, Hu Dahai and Ba Dong had entered the qualifiers easily. Including the lucky female martial artist, there were a total of 29 people. Naturally, they had to draw lots to choose the martial artist who was not selected. Who would have thought that the girl would be lucky enough to be chosen again.

This time, Liuyu City would send 15 warriors to represent Liuyu City to participate in the Hsingyi Mansion's selection. This round of competition could be considered as the last round. However, City Lord had promised that the top 10 would obtain a Xiantian Secret Scripture book. Therefore, there would be a competition among the 15 people. Of course, this competition was not allowed to kill people.

Unfortunately, Feng Yimo met a powerful opponent like Hu Dahai on the first day.

Hu Dahai was actually a one-armed man. His left arm had been cut off at the same time. It was said that he had been cut off the last time he participated in the Hsingyi Mansion's competition. In the end, after he returned, he trained hard and refined a one-armed blade. His combat strength had increased instead of decreasing. He was very powerful.

He held a golden blade in his hand. It weighed a hundred pounds. When he waved it, it emitted a golden light. Not only was it powerful, it could even confuse the opponent's eyes.

When the referee announced the start of the competition, Hu Dahai was not in a hurry to attack. Instead, he looked at Feng Yimo and said, "You are very strong. I am not a pushover. Are you sure you don't use any weapons?" He had watched Feng Yimo's three matches. He thought he could defeat Feng Yimo, but he could not win as easily as Feng Yimo did. He won in one move. However, as a warrior, he had his own pride. If his opponent did not use any weapons, it would be an insult to him.

Feng Yimo smiled and shook his head. He stretched out his hand. "Please!"

Hu Dahai's expression changed slightly. He leaped and the golden broadsword in his right hand had already rolled up a ray of golden light. It hacked down towards Feng Yimo head on.

Although this move was fierce, according to Feng Yimo's eyesight, it could be defeated with ten percent of his strength. Just as he was about to attack, he suddenly remembered something. He stepped back and dodged Hu Dahai's shocking blade attack.

Pu!

The golden blade landed on the ground and created a deep pit two feet deep and thirty feet long. Such power was nothing in the eyes of cultivators, but when it came to martial artists, they were top experts.2

Hu Dahai saw that his attack did not hit the target. He turned his wrist. The golden blade in his hand swept out and slashed towards Feng Yimo's abdomen. It was as fast as lightning. However, Feng Yimo seemed to have expected this move. His left leg bent, and his body lay flat on the ground. His right foot suddenly kicked toward Hu Dahai's wrist.

Hu Dahai's expression did not change. The flat golden blade suddenly left his hand, and a flying bird threw itself into the forest. It spiraled at high speed, chopping towards Feng Yimo's face.

Feng Yimo was somewhat surprised by this move. It seemed that this person was worthy of being called the number one expert. Liu Ruomei sat up straight in the stands and started to worry for Feng Yimo.

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