World Wide Martial Art

The next day, Ye Feng came to the main courtyard as usual. Situ Reading

М

After yesterday's round of competition, the top ten in this kendo competition have been determined.

From today on, it’s a battle to win the championship.

Many other disciples who entered the top ten did not have any hope of competing for first place.

After all, with Sikong Changsheng in charge, no one dared to say that they could take the first place from him, enter the top ten, and become the outer disciples of Xuan Yi Sect. They were already satisfied.

Therefore, many people began to abstain from participating in today's game, refusing to engage in this pointless fight.

As a result, Ye Feng, Mo Chengkong, Xie Cheng, and Sikong Changsheng won, and the four of them automatically advanced to the next round.

Another day later.

"After many days of competition, there are only five people left. According to the original rules, we had to draw lots to determine the bye places today, but... I changed my mind temporarily."

On the ring, Li Jiutian, who was hosting this conference, stood up and spoke for the first time.

The remaining five people compete in pairs, and one person is destined to receive a bye. For the sake of fairness, the person who receives the bye needs to be determined by drawing lots.

Once you are lucky and get a bye spot, it means directly advancing to the top three.

"I think it's unfair to draw lots to determine the bye spots. Strength is strength. Only with strength can you advance to the next round. Luck shouldn't be involved."

Li Jiutian stood on the ring, looked down at the people below, and said coldly: "So, this dean has decided that the first place in this kendo competition will be competed in a melee."

"What!"

"Melee?!"

"What kind of melee method?"

Li Jiutian said this once, and everyone in the audience was in an uproar. Many people were whispering to each other and talking about it.

A terrifying coercion erupted from Li Jiutian's body, everyone trembled, and the discussion immediately calmed down.

"A free-for-all is when the remaining five people go on stage together and start a chaotic battle."

"Dean, no matter what method or means you use, as long as you can knock your opponent off the ring or simply admit defeat, you will be considered the winner. Whoever can persist in the melee for longer will be ranked higher, until only the last person is left standing on the stage. superior."

"That person is the first place in this sword competition. He can directly advance to the inner sect and enjoy the supreme glory."

Li Jiutian looked stern and said loudly: "Now, the contestants come on stage and the melee begins!"

There are no rules for melee in previous kendo tournaments. As the host of this kendo tournament, Li Jiutian has the absolute right to speak. No one dares to refute what she said.

As Li Jiutian's voice fell, Sikong Changsheng, Ye Feng, Mo Chengkong, Xie Cheng, and a disciple from another academy named Zuo Xuan jumped onto the high platform as instructed.

The five people on the stage, except for Ye Feng, all have cultivation levels above the eighth level of the King Realm.

Even the man named "Zuo Xuan" has a much better cultivation than Ye Feng.

"Haha, boy, I didn't expect that I would meet you so soon..."

Xie Cheng came on stage and looked at Ye Feng with a sneer, the fire of hatred in his eyes seemed to burst out.

A few days ago, Xie Cheng failed to take the opportunity to humiliate Ye Feng. Instead, he was humiliated in public. In his heart, he had identified the master of that incident.

It must be Ye Feng.

If it weren't for Ye Feng, the Xie family's reputation would not have plummeted.

"Oh? It seems that you are in a hurry to die?" Ye Feng smiled faintly.

He had said before that he would not let himself meet Xie Cheng.

If he really met this person, he wouldn't mind letting other warriors understand what would happen if he provoked him.

"Boy, if you dare to be so arrogant when you are about to die, I will kill you first."

Xie Cheng was furious and shouted: "Zuo Xuan, join forces with me and kill this kid first!"

Before he finished his shout, people rushed towards Ye Feng first.

This disciple from another academy named Zuo Xuan had obviously communicated with Xie Cheng in advance, and after hearing this, he also moved together.

The two men, one on the left and one on the right, approached at high speed, blocking all Ye Feng's retreat.

In a corner of the arena not far away, Sikong Changsheng watched this scene with cold eyes.

He had no intention of taking action.

Since it was a melee, whoever struck first would suffer. Even if he had absolute confidence that he could defeat everyone present, he would not want to be the first person.

Wouldn't it be just right for him to let Xie Cheng and Ye Feng consume some energy?

"Brother Ye, let me help you!"

Seeing Xie Cheng and Zuo Xuan rushing towards Ye Feng, Mo Chengkong immediately stood up and said.

Ye Feng saved his life last time, and he also had a good impression of Ye Feng. Now is the time to repay the favor.

Ye Feng smiled calmly and said: "It's just two bastards, I can take care of them by myself."

Before he finished speaking, Ye Feng had already taken out a short iron rod in his hand.

"Boy, you dare to despise me, I will make you pay the price today!"

"ah……"

Xie Cheng roared loudly, the sound was shocking, and then flames rose from his body. The crimson flames could burn all common things in the world.

In just an instant, he was wrapped in flames and stepped towards Ye Feng.

Every time Xie Cheng passed by, he would leave a footprint blackened by the flames on the ground. After three steps, he was in front of Ye Feng.

The flames generated by the "Burning Heaven Divine Technique" adhered to Xie Cheng's fist and fell with a terrifying temperature.

At the same time, Zuo Xuan on the other side also made a move.

He stretched out his hand and summoned several javelins, floating in the air in front of him.

When his palms were shaking, he had already grabbed one of them and threw it towards Ye Feng.

The ear-piercing sound broke through the air, like thunder suddenly appearing and hitting Ye Feng's head.

In an instant, Ye Feng was surrounded by two people.

There is no escape, no avoidance.

Even if he could avoid Xie Cheng's bombardment, he would definitely fall under Zuo Xuan's javelin offensive.

The situation at this moment has become a dead end.

Li Jiutian said before that people on the stage are allowed to use various methods to win. Although she did not say that people on the stage can kill people, almost everyone understands that Li Jiutian's words are equivalent to allowing people on the stage to kill people. .

It is precisely because of this that Xie Cheng and Zuo Xuan dare to be so unscrupulous.

As soon as he came up, he used his strongest method to kill Ye Feng with one blow to avoid future troubles.

Seeing the flames of death burning, Ye Feng took a slight step back and poured all his strength into the short iron rod in his hand.

In an instant, the originally light and flimsy short stick suddenly became as heavy as a stone.

Then, with a sharp look in his eyes, he suddenly swung out his stick.

"boom……"

It was like a thunder exploded, and the short stick filled with all Ye Feng's strength actually made a thunderstorm sound.

Wherever it passed, a terrifying air wave was formed, causing the red flames in front to retreat one after another.

Even Xie Cheng, who was in mid-air and punched Ye Feng, couldn't help but staggered and was blown away by the air wave.

Before the punch even touched Ye Feng, he was already knocked away, and the audience in the audience couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise.

Can the eighth level warrior of King Realm be blown away with just the air wave?

Ye Feng's explosive power is really scary.

"It's just a short stick, only three feet long, but it can produce such terrifying power!"

"The things in Ye Feng's hands are really evil."

"The main reason is that this boy's physical body is strong. If I guess correctly, his body may have reached the realm of bravery."

"..."

Ye Feng shook Xie Cheng away with a stick. Without stopping, he immediately used Kunpeng Nine Heavens Movement Technique. His body left an afterimage on the spot. While he easily dodged Zuo Xuan's javelin attack, he rushed straight away like Zuo Xuan himself in the distance. .

When Zuo Xuan saw this, he was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder split.

How could he easily break such a brutal killer attack?

this……

In a panic, Zuo Xuan grabbed the javelin in front of him again and wanted to throw it towards Ye Feng.

However, Ye Feng was so fast that before Zuo Xuan could make a move, his figure had already appeared in front of Zuo Xuan.

"Have you ever seen a fist as big as a sandbag?"

Ye Feng laughed loudly.

The iron fist blasted out, imprinting firmly on Zuo Xuan's cheek, directly hitting Zuo Xuan's entire head until it was bleeding. He spit out a line of blood and flew out sideways.

With one punch, he defeated Zuo Xuan, who ranked among the top five.