C649 Advancing to the Top 8
C649 Advancing to the Top 8
Although the people with bright eyes could see that Zhuge Wuyang's defeat had been decided, they had never thought that he would be defeated so quickly and so thoroughly without any ability to resist at all. He was mercilessly killed by Yang Fann and exploded into pieces!
However, very soon, the huge Martial Arena boiled up, and the sounds of discussions rose and fell. . .
"Wonderful! It's really wonderful! The suspense has been preserved to the last moment!!!"
"Indeed, the quality of this battle is so high that even when compared to the two great Seeded Evildoer's pinnacle battles, they are not inferior at all. In fact, they are even superior!"
"Those punches that hit the flesh, it simply makes one's blood boil. Also, that terrifying physical strength of the two of them, it's simply unheard of. . . "
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Attendance At The Heaven's Pride Seat.
At this moment, even the expressions of the various Seeded Evildoer changed. Looking at the young man on the arena, his eyes were filled with seriousness. The last of Yang Fann's explosive strength was comparable to the full-force strike of a Middle Greade Emperor. This energy was enough to threaten their safety. Of course, the most important thing was still his terrifying physical strength. If it were them. . . It had only been two hours, let alone four hours. If they couldn't get rid of Yang Fann as soon as possible. . . In the end, they would be the ones to lose.
As for the other lesser geniuses, they were secretly praying that they wouldn't be unlucky enough to pick this monster in the next round of the 15-8 advancement competition. With their strength, they had no chance of winning at all!
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On the VIP stands.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. . . Yang Fann has really hidden himself well. The final burst of strength is probably not much weaker than us old fellows. . . " A white-haired and child-like Lower Emperors exclaimed. "How old is he? He doesn't even seem to be in his twenties. To have such a terrifying strength, this is unbelievable! "
"A Quasi-intermediate Emperor's Power that isn't even twenty years old, this is truly unheard of. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he has never been there before! His future achievements are unimaginable. It's not impossible for him to become a Quasi-Emperor or even a Emperor Sovereign Stage! "
" Comparisons between people are really infuriating! Compared to this Yang Fann, we old fellows have really lived in vain!"
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The other chiefs and elders nodded their heads in agreement. Their voices were filled with indescribable bitterness and defeat. They were all heaven warping geniuses. They couldn't be called one in all of eternity. This was also a rare encounter that only happened once every thousand years. However, compared to a monster like Yang Fann. . . Let alone Heaven's Pride Evildoer, they were just mediocre. They all thought highly of them!
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"Brother Dongfang, I thought highly of Yang Fann and Nephew, but I still underestimated him. . . " Mo Wuxie shook his head and sighed. He looked at Dongfang Sheng with envy. Why wasn't this monster genius his disciple?
The next moment. . .
Mo Wuxie's expression suddenly became serious as he said in a serious tone. "Brother Dongfang, I really don't want Qing Xue to meet Yang Fann, Nephew. Yang Fann has hidden himself too deeply, like a boundless ocean, deep and bottomless. Even if Qing Xue is a rare Heavenly Enchantress, I'm afraid she won't be able to do anything to him. . . "
At this moment. . .
"Roar. . . " A heart-wrenching beast roar was heard. It was the sound of Ding Sanshi, Academy Lord of the Qing Yang Courtyard. He stood up from his seat, and his eyes were completely filled with blood. Killing intent was boiling all over their bodies. He gritted his teeth like an enraged beast. He wanted to eat someone. "Yang Fann! Ah! You beast! How dare you, how dare you. . . Roar! My Wu Yang, Disciple, you died so miserably! Ah! Yang Fann! You won't die a good death! You won't die a good death!! "
" Ding Sanshi, what did you say. . . " Dongfang Sheng's expression instantly turned cold. Damn it! He really thought that his father was dead! 'No way!!'
"That's enough. Ding Sanshi, the Arena Match's life and death is determined by fate. Zhuge Wuyang's death at Yang Fann's hands can only be blamed on his lack of skill. If you dare to mess around again, don't blame me for not caring about our old friendship!! " The Great Elder's face was sinister as he berated.
As he spoke.
"Rumble. . . "
An extremely terrifying imposing pressure descended from the sky and instantly enveloped Ding Sanshi's entire body, causing him to wake up in an instant. He glared at Yang Fann who was on the arena and sat down without saying a word. Green light flickered in his eyes, as if he was brewing some kind of scheme!
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On the 66th arena.
"Hmm?" Yang Fann suddenly felt that someone was staring at him from a distance. It even made him feel a terrifying killing intent.
"It seems like killing that trash has made me very dissatisfied with me. . . " Yang Fann looked at the VIP stands thoughtfully. A cold smile appeared on his face. I hope you don't make a mistake. Otherwise, I'm afraid there will be another wandering ghost on the road to hell.
The next moment. . .
Yang Fann's figure moved, and he left the arena. He then walked towards the resting area of the participating geniuses.
Just as he returned to his seat, Dongfang Xue came over and waved her small fists. She said excitedly, "Little Junior Brother, you are really amazing. No wonder you are my, Dongfang Xue's, Junior Brother. You are really amazing. . . "
Upon hearing this, Yang Fann immediately became Genghis Khan. My grandaunt. . . Are you praising me, or praising yourself?
"Hmph! Let's see if these guys still dare to look down on our Northern Wasteland Courtyard in the future. . . "
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The competition continued.
Hai Wuya, Situ Xingtian, and the others were worthy of being called the top Seeded Evildoers of the young generation. All of them had heaven-defying combat strength. They had far surpassed the geniuses of their generation, and every single one of them was as effortless as blowing off dust. They had defeated their respective opponents and successfully advanced to the top 15. Especially that Hai Wuya. He was indeed worthy of being the hot topic of winning the championship. Even when he faced the second monster, Desolate Yan, from the Starry School, he only used one move. He had severely injured him, causing him to be on the verge of death. One should know that as the second monster of the Starry Courtyard. . . Even if he was compared to the other Seeded Evildoer, he was still not weak. His combat strength was extremely strong. He was able to catch up to a few Middle Greade Emperor warriors.
However, he couldn't even take a single strike from Hai Wuya. How terrifying! Incomparably terrifying!
Err, there was also one person who was quite unlucky. That was the number one genius of the Divine Sword Courtyard, Little Sword-god Jian Jingfeng. He had encountered the fourth monster, Blood Fiend of the Ji Yang Courtyard. Although this Blood Fiend wasn't as strong as Jian Jingfeng, he was even stronger than a Secondary Evildoer like Xiao Yan. It was slightly weaker, but it was famous for being ruthless. Not only was he ruthless to his enemies, he was even more ruthless to himself. It was a crazy fighting style that traded injuries for injuries, lives for lives. As the saying goes, when you are horizontal, you are afraid of being stunned. Those who were stunned were afraid of losing their lives. Even though Jian Jingfeng won in the end, he still won. However, he had also paid a painful price. Even his Intrinsic Sword Core was faintly showing traces of cracks!!
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Very quickly, six hours passed.
The thirtieth round of the Arena Match had finally come to an end. Within the eight courtyards. . . The one with the best results was undoubtedly the Ji Yang Courtyard's number one disciple in the last term. Except for Hai Wuya. . . There were also three people who had advanced to the top fifteen, followed closely by the two courtyards, Shengyang and Xingchen. Three of them had successfully advanced to the next level, followed by the Divine Sword Courtyard. There were two people who had made it to the top. Unfortunately, the first monster Sword, Startling Wind, was already half crippled. The next round of the Arena Match was very likely to be the end of it. The three courtyards of the Desolate North, where the Holy Demon, Long Yang, and Yang Fann were located, were the three main courtyards of the Arena Match. There was one person who had broken through, and the last one, the Qing Yang Courtyard, was even more miserable. The two geniuses were all eliminated. They were the first to establish themselves as the last of the eight courtyards.
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"There's one person in the top fifteen among the eight generals who has passed the round and directly advanced to the top eight. Now, we'll begin to draw the only empty spot!!"
As soon as the Great Elder finished speaking.
"Rumble. . . "
A dazzling golden light shot up from the center of the sixty-sixth ring, and in the end, it transformed into a huge golden word - sixty-eight!!
"Sixty-eight, it's him!!"
"Hu. . . "
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In an instant, other than Yang Fann. . . Number Sixty-eight wasn't anyone else. It was the number one seed - Hai Wuya. The one they didn't want to face the most was this Hai Wuya. This man was too terrifying, even if it was the other Seeded Evildoer. They didn't want to face him so early in the day. But now, he was free. They would not be able to hit him!!
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In the time it takes to breathe.
"Rumble. . . "
Another two bright golden lights burst out from the sixty-sixth ring. It was unknown whether it was a coincidence or fate, but in this fifteen to eight battle, it was actually Yang Fann again, and his opponent was the number one genius from the Longyang Courtyard - Ye Feng.
"En, the first battle, the peerless dark horse - Yang Fann versus the Wind Spirit Divine Spear - Ye Feng. If nothing unexpected happens in this battle, the victor should be Yang Fann!!"
"Indeed, the Wind Spirit Divine Spear - although Ye Feng is also one of the top beauties amongst the young generation, compared to Yang Fann, the strongest dark horse, there is still a gap!"
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In an instant, countless martial artist from all directions started whispering to each other. Apart from a few people, most of the martial artist were more optimistic about Yang Fann. From Yang Fann's astonishing performance in the previous battle, there was still a gap between them. It seemed like he was definitely Seeded Evildoer. If it was the Wind Spirit Divine Spear, Ye Feng, it would at most be comparable to the second monster, Desolate Yan, who was defeated by Hai Wuya.
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On the sixty-sixth ring.
Yang Fann and Ye Feng stood a thousand feet apart, facing each other.
Ye Feng was wearing a long green robe. He had handsome facial features, sharp eyebrows, and starry eyes. His temperament was extraordinary and unrestrained. Around his body, there were whirlwinds swirling around him. He looked like a fairy in the wind, free and unfettered between heaven and earth!!
"I didn't expect that my opponent would be you. Good! Good! Good!" Yang Fann's eyes were cold and cold. This Ye Feng was the same as Zhuge Wuyang. He was also one of the few people who had mocked them.
However, at this moment. . .
Ye Feng suddenly smiled indifferently and said, This is. . . " I admit defeat in this battle!"
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