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C1349 Chassis

Hidden Dragon Castle, Central Plaza!

Raising his head to look at the once again changing leaderboards above the plaza, Yu Haoran's eyes revealed a trace of anticipation.

Firstly, he hoped that they would enter the second round of the semifinals. Since Qin Lingfei and the others were not going to meet an opponent that was too strong, and were not in the same boat as them, it would be best if they could smoothly enter the finals and obtain the support of the Latent Dragon Qi.

Secondly, he was hoping that the rankings on the stage would be targeted at Wu Zhengjun, giving him a different treatment.

After all, Wu Zhengjun only had him left in Stage 82, and even if he directly advanced to the finals, it would be reasonable for him to enjoy the support of the Latent Dragon Qi in advance.

Following the change in the ranking above the plaza, it gradually calmed down. First, Yu Haoran's eyes revealed a pleasantly surprised expression, but soon after, he couldn't help but let out a soft sigh.

Just as he had expected, Qin Lingfei, Yu Siqi, Jian Wu Hen, Jiang Jingya and Wu Zhengjun were divided into different stages.

However, he did not want to meet an opponent that was too strong, and Wu Zhengjun's hope of directly advancing to the finals would be dashed.

"Prince Consort, be careful!" Seeing that the result of his division was in arena number 23, Qin Lingfei reminded her with concern before leaving.

"Xiao Ran, don't be careless!" Yu Siqi who was going to Stage 35, warned them before he left.

"Junior brother Yu, do your best!" Jian Wuhen, who was heading to Stage 50, encouraged with a smile.

"Don't disappoint me, Yu!" Jiang Jingya, who was forcefully brought to Yu Haoran's side by Jian Wu Hen, finally softened his heart, but he still insisted on keeping his mouth shut.

"Senior Brother Yu, I'll go first!" After saying his goodbyes, Wu Zhengjun turned and went straight to Stage 79.

After greeting everyone one by one, Yu Haoran waved his sleeves and went back to Stage Eight.

That's right, the Ranking Competition in the second round was still placed in Stage Eight.

Sweeping his eyes across the nine opponents on Stage Eight, Yu Haoran began to search for the first suitable opponent.

The Ranking Competition in the second round of the semifinals was actually also in the form of a free-for-all battle, where they could randomly choose opponents that were suited for their attacks.

But the difference with the first round was that Ranking Competition's free-for-all had to be fought one-on-one. Furthermore, after the fight, regardless of whether the opponent won or lost, whether they lived or died, they could not continue the challenge.

Zhao Zixin was at the peak of the ninth stage of Martial Saint. He came from the Zhao Family of the Southern region from Ji Xiang City, and was ranked 269. He was the only one among the nine who had a personal grudge with him.

After choosing the first opponent to fight, Yu Haoran's gaze was immediately focused on Zhao Zixin, and quietly waited for the announcement of the start of the battle.

"The match begins!"

They did not have much time to wait. Just as Zhao Zixin was getting goosebumps from Yu Haoran's stare, the sounds of the competition could be heard from the rankings above the plaza.

Just as the sound of the competition started, Yu Haoran, who used the Law of Speed of Perfection, appeared in front of Zhao Zixin. The Ancestral Shaman's body combined with the fist technique that the Ancestral Shaman inherited, with a Mountain Breaking Strike, the opponent was sent flying into the sky.

Zhao Zixin, who had been blown into the air, was like a kite with a broken string. He vomited blood as he landed heavily on the hard ground.

The serious injuries caused by the fist technique, as well as the impact from the punch, caused Zhao Zijin to faint on the spot.

At this time, the eight participants were still observing their opponents.

Zhao Zixin, who was a mighty expert at the peak of the ninth stage of Martial Saint, and ranked 269 on the list, did not even have the chance or strength to resist before she was severely injured by Yu Haoran. This caused endless fear to arise in the hearts of the other eight participants.

This was because when they had been selecting their opponents, they had already analyzed Zhao Zixin's strength in detail. Although five of the competitors had the confidence to defeat their opponents, they would still need to exchange several blows before they would be able to do so.

The strength of the other three contestants was at most equal to Zhao Zixin's. It was only known whether they would win or lose.

"Hurry up!" After easily defeating Zhao Zixin, Yu Haoran turned his head to look at the eight participants on stage, and discovered that they were all standing there in a daze, and immediately urged him impatiently.

After all, he still wanted to quickly finish the competition and pay attention to the competition between Qin Lingfei and the others.2

After hearing Yu Haoran's urging, the eight participants returned to their senses and looked at each other, then realised that they were all hesitating.

Each Ranking Competition in the second round of the semifinals only had one entry into the competition. Based on the terrifying strength that Yu Haoran had displayed just now, even the person who was ranked highest, Zhong Tian Le, did not have the slightest confidence in being able to win.

If that was the case, then what was the point in continuing to fight!

However, as the carefully nurtured heirs of their respective clans, those who were favored by the heavens had the chance to rule over a region in the future. It wasn't their style to lose without a fight.

Thus, after using their eyes and their telepathic thoughts to communicate, the eight participants made a decision. Although it did not violate the rules of the competition, it would easily be mocked by others.

If they still could not defeat Yu Haoran in a battle of attrition, then their subsequent admitting defeat would seem to be reasonable, and they would not be ridiculed and looked down upon by the clansmen afterwards.

If they could defeat Yu Haoran in a battle of attrition, then they would be fighting for the only chance to advance.

"Zheng Shengjie, cultivation at the peak of the ninth level of the Martial Saint, strength at the first stage of tribulation. Rank 241 on the list."

Since they had already made their decision, the eight elite contestants were not to be trifled with. A contestant with a level of cultivation and strength comparable to Zhao Zixin was the first to stand out.

Although he did not realise that everyone was looking at each other, but through the fight that everyone had given up, Yu Haoran could guess what they were planning to do.

In this regard, not only was he not angry, but he was actually very happy that his opponent had made such a quick decision to end the match.

At the same time, many spectators who were watching Yu Haoran's match, revealed shocked expressions when they saw that the eight participants in stage eight had decided to take turns fighting.

He was shocked by the shameless way the eight participants were acting, as well as the power of Yu Haoran.

"Your Majesty, although the Prince Consort is very powerful, the eight opponents that have reached the Quasi-Martial Saint are also quite powerful."

Seeing Zheng Shengjie who took the initiative to step out, Meng Zhengkai's eyes were filled with worry as he reminded him.

"Do you think we should discuss it with the seven lords of Hidden Dragon Castle and have them step out to manage this matter?"

"A bunch of clowns wouldn't cause any trouble for the Prince Consort, so there's no need to alarm the seven lords." At the same time that he shook his head in refusal, the Qin Emperor said disdainfully.

"Ai!"

Regarding this, Meng Zhengkai could only sigh softly, and then, look at the Yu Haoran in Stage Eight with a face full of worry.

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