Soul And Martial Emperor

C75 Team Number One



C75 Team Number One

"First match, Meng Hao versus Lu Bo. Both of you, go on stage!" The Fourth Elder shouted.    

    

Swoosh! Swoosh!    

    

Meng Hao and Lu Bo walked onto the fighting stage together and stood opposite each other. Lu Bo smiled and said, "Junior Brother Meng Hao, I know I'm not your match, but I won't admit defeat like this."    

    

Meng Hao nodded and said, "Alright, this will be interesting." Seeing this, Fourth Elder did not hesitate and said, "Let the martial arts competition begin."    

    

"Ha!" Lu Bo was good at using the Fist Style. Hence, his feet violently stomped on the ground and his body suddenly shot out. Green soul force spread on his right hand and directly turned into a green fist that smashed towards Meng Hao.    

    

Dong Dong!    

    

Meng Hao faintly smiled. He actually did not dodge or evade the green colored fist. Under everyone's surprised gazes, he suddenly threw a punch.    

    

Meng Hao's soul power was dark black. This was a type of soul power that Meng Hao had separated from the soul power of reincarnation. The effect was also not bad.    

    

The two fists collided. Both of them retreated at the same time. Lu Bo knew that Meng Hao was powerful, so he didn't hold back at all. He suddenly lifted his right leg and kicked towards Meng Hao in a series of afterimages.    

    

Bang, bang, bang!!!    

    

Meng Hao was once again on guard against the opponent's attack. His body trembled slightly and he leisurely dodged the attack.    

    

"Tiger Shadow Fist!"    

    

Lu Bo knew that ordinary attacks were useless against Meng Hao. He suddenly shouted out loudly and unleashed the Fist Style that he had mastered.    

    

As the green fist light surged, a huge green tiger stepped on the sky and appeared in the sky. Its entire body was covered in a layer of dazzling green light.    

    

"Dragon Tiger Roar - Dragon Tiger Sky Tremor!!!"    

    

Meng Hao did not let his guard down either. He threw a backhand punch forward. The dark black fist turned into the shadow of a dragon and tiger. Its aura was much stronger than the giant green tiger.    

    

"Break." Meng Hao's fist suddenly landed. Following his indifferent voice, Lu Bo's giant green tiger shattered.    

    

Puchi!!!    

    

The instant the green tiger shattered, Lu Bo suddenly retreated. However, this was because he had some connections with the green tiger.    

    

The soul force within his body was shaken and he could not help but spit out a mouthful of blood. His aura had also become much weaker. Pcht... Pcht... Pcht... Pcht... Pcht... Pcht... Pcht... Pcht...    

    

"Junior Brother Meng Hao, you have won this match." Lu Bo wasn't someone who couldn't afford to lose. He directly admitted defeat. Although he still had some trump cards, even if he used them, he wouldn't be able to defeat Meng Hao, so he didn't need to reveal his trump cards.    

    

"Hao has won. It seems like it didn't take much effort at all. I just don't know if he can win the first place."    

    

On a tall platform, Meng Yuhua was watching Meng Hao's match. The corner of his mouth fell into a smile. Meng Tianyu and Liu Peiyao who were standing beside him also had smiles on their faces.    

    

After the Great Elder announced Meng Hao's victory, Meng Hao walked down from the fighting stage, because it was going to be someone else's match next.    

    

After that, it was Meng Hao's turn to go on the fighting stage. However, the few people he met just admitted defeat. Meng Hao was somewhat speechless.    

    

Only when he met Zhang Jinming would he be able to have a good fight, but Zhang Jinming was not Meng Hao's final target.    

    

Time flew by. Not long after, the fourth group finally welcomed a critical battle. This battle would determine who would be the first in the fourth group.    

    

Fourth Elder said, "Next, it's Meng Hao versus Zhang Jiming. The competition will begin."    

    

Meng Hao and Zhang Jiming exchanged a glance and nodded politely. At the same time, they attacked. Zhang Jiming was an expert in palm techniques, and his palm technique had reached the acme of perfection.    

    

Bang! Bang!!    

    

The two of them exchanged dozens of blows, but they were still evenly matched. Zhang Jiming's expression was somewhat serious as he said, "Junior Brother Meng Hao, you are indeed very strong. I will use my ultimate move next."    

    

After saying that, he didn't give Meng Hao any chance to speak. A golden light suddenly surged out from his palm, a dazzling golden light.    

    

"Golden Light Spirit Palm!"    

    

Zhang Jinming shouted in a low voice. His body appeared not far away from Meng Hao, and he immediately struck out with his palm.    

    

A bright golden palm descended from the sky, and pressed down on Meng Hao.    

    

"So strong, but this isn't enough." Meng Hao's facial expression turned serious. He praised the attack because the attack was indeed not bad.    

    

"Fire Profound Absolute Kill Palm!"    

    

Meng Hao's lips curved into a smile. A red light suddenly emerged from his palm. The light flashed and turned into a Flame Palm Imprint.    

    

After that, he waved his hand, and the Flame Palm Imprint shot up into the sky like a Kunpeng. It rose up from the ground, and smashed towards the golden palm.    

    

Boom! Boom!    

    

The golden and red palm print collided in midair, and suddenly exploded. A terrifying shock wave spread out, and shook the surrounding barrier until it rumbled.    

    

Bang bang!!    

    

Zhang Jiming retreated dozens of steps. A trace of blood appeared at the corner of his mouth. Meng Hao didn't take a step back, nor was he injured. Obviously, Meng Hao had gained the upper hand in this collision.    

    

"Alright, try taking another strike from me, Great Extinguishing Golden Sun Palm!"    

    

Zhang Jiming shouted out loudly. He waved both of his hands, and instantly, all the natural spiritual energy gathered in his hands.    

    

A golden sun appeared in Zhang Jiming's palm and an imposing aura soared into the sky, causing many people to look towards the fourth group of martial arts stages.    

    

"I wonder if Hao can take this attack." Meng Tianyu sighed softly. Beside him, Meng Hao's mother, Qin Wanru, also had a worried look on her face.    

    

Meng Hao narrowed his eyes when he saw this scene. His hands suddenly formed a seal, and a monstrous red light shot out from Meng Hao's body.    

    

"Ardent Profound Flame Art - Third Level Ardent Profound Force!!!"    

    

Meng Hao's body suddenly rose up. He actually charged towards the golden ball of sunlight in front of everyone's shocked gazes.    

    

When he approached, he suddenly clenched his fist and threw it forward. A scarlet red light shot out from his fist and forcefully smashed into the golden Great Sun Ball.    

    

"Break for me!" Meng Hao's eyes turned cold. His body suddenly emitted a dazzling silver light that was very glaring.    

    

Boom! Boom!    

    

After Meng Hao's roar sounded, three consecutive attacks smashed onto the golden ball of sunlight, directly shattering it.    

    

Puchi!    

    

Astonishment appeared in Zhang Jiming's eyes. Clearly, he did not expect that his ultimate move would be broken so easily.    

    

His body flew backwards and he spat out a mouthful of blood along the way. However, he did not suffer any serious injuries.    

    

"Junior Brother Meng Hao, thank you for showing mercy." Zhang Jiming cupped his fists and said in a deep voice. He knew that Meng Hao had shown mercy just now, otherwise, he would have been seriously injured.    

    

Meng Hao nodded and didn't say anything else. Under the astonished gazes of the crowd, Fourth Elder announced that Meng Hao had won, and that he was the first in the fourth group.    

    

"He won. Meng Hao has actually mastered the second style of the Ardent Profound Flame Art. How long has he been practicing it for?" Meng Tianyu said with a happy sigh.    

    

"Eh? Who is that kid? Why have I never heard of such a powerful figure among the core disciples of Purple Sun Hall?"    

    

"He should be the dark horse that has just appeared. After all, this is a golden age of geniuses. It's not surprising for a genius to appear."    

    

Many people began to discuss Meng Hao. Obviously, none of them knew who he was.    

    

On a high platform not far away, Wang Qian Yi looked at Meng Hao with a bitter smile on her face. She was only at the Third Sky of Earthly Martial. There was no comparison between her and Meng Hao.    

    

It was ridiculous that she thought that ___ wasn't worthy of her in the past. Now, it was her who wasn't worthy of him. This was fate.    

    

Not long after Meng Hao ended the competition, the other three stages also ended. As expected. The first place in the first group was Cheng Tian. The first place in the second group was Sun Yifei, and the first place in the third group was Bi Xuan. As for the fourth group, it was of course Meng Hao's first place.    

    

The Great Elder stood up and said, "Everyone, take a break for four hours. The martial arts competition will continue in the afternoon."    

    

The martial arts competition in the morning had finally come to an end. Next would be the competition for the first place. ...    

    


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