Zhuo Yifeng was shocked.
The arrogant smile on his face had yet to fade. In disbelief, he barely had time to raise his long sword to block it.
Clang!
The sound of metal clashing made everyone's ears go numb.
In the next moment, Zhuo Yifeng felt as if he was being hammered by a giant siege hammer. An irresistible force crashed into his sword and followed the sword. The arm that was holding the sword instantly shook violently and lost its intuition.
Bang!
The smile on his face was still frozen, but Zhuo Yifeng had already fallen down from the arena like a paper kite with a broken string, along with his sword, and smashed fiercely onto the stone pedestal below.
In the noisy Martial Arts Hall, the sound of people inhaling cold air could be heard.
Strong!
He was too strong!
Unbelievably strong!
It was a one-hit kill!
The entire process was so fast that some people could not react at all. Wang Xiaosan and the others below the stage still had smiles on their faces. In the blink of an eye, before they could understand what had happened, the battle had already ended.
Zhuo Yifeng became a laughing stock.
Two days ago, he was still boasting that he was one of the top ten in the East District.
However, in front of Lin Xuan, it was not enough.
All the youths looked at Lin Xuan, who was standing tall in the center of the arena, in fear. They were shocked. Could this sword be the true strength of the top 100 on the overall rankings?
A rusty sword that looked like a burning stick was like a divine weapon in his hand.
No one dared to laugh at Lin Xuan's weapon anymore.
Terrifying!
When they realized what had happened, Wang Xiaosan and the others 'jaws almost dropped to the ground.
The mocking smiles on their faces had long disappeared. Their mouths were wide open, and their eyes were filled with disbelief. They stood rooted to the ground as if they had been petrified.
"Your sneak attack is despicable!"
Zhuo Yifeng, whose face was covered in dust, got up from the ground and roared angrily with a flushed face.
He clearly could not accept the fact that he was easily defeated by Lin Xuan with only one sword.
In his opinion, Lin Xuan had used an extremely fast movement technique to sneak attack him. If they really fought, he would definitely not lose so miserably.
However, he forgot who was the one who stood in the arena and wanted to let Lin Xuan have three moves first.
"Again, I'm not convinced. I want to compete with you again." Zhuo Yifeng was about to jump back onto the stage.
"No need." The black-bellied bearded man, Wang Yanfeng, who had been smiling evilly, suddenly stood up. He waved his hand and a powerful force blocked Zhuo Yifeng. He shook his head and said,'Forget it, don't continue to embarrass yourself here. You're not Lin Xuan's match at all.'
"Impossible, that was a sneak attack!" Zhuo Yifeng was furious.
" You won't give up until you reach the Yellow River. Little guy, look down at your chest.'The black-bellied bearded man mocked.
Zhuo Yifeng was stunned. He lowered his head to take a look, and his expression changed drastically. His face turned ashen.
It turned out that a cross-shaped crack had appeared on his tight-fitting green robe, revealing his white inner robe. This cross-shaped crack was precisely the heart. Clearly, it was instantly carved on by Lin Xuan with an extremely fast sword technique that exceeded the range of his vision.
And from the beginning to the end, Zhuo Yifeng actually did not realize that he had actually been struck by the sword long ago.
If Lin Xuan added a little more strength, it would probably not be his green robe that was cut, but his heart.、
Cold sweat instantly oozed out from Zhuo Yifeng's forehead and back uncontrollably.
[I…I…I lost.] Zhuo Yifeng lowered his head with an ashen expression, he had to admit his failure.
After a pause, he raised his head again and his expression gradually calmed down. He stared at Lin Xuan and said seriously," I have nothing to say about my loss today. You are stronger than me, but this is only the beginning. One day, I will become even stronger and challenge you in the arena.'
After saying that, he bowed in surrender and returned to his previous seat.
Lin Xuan nodded,'Alright, I'll be waiting anytime.'
Originally, this fellow was arrogant. At the beginning, he said that he would let Lin Xuan have three moves. When he lost, he said that Lin Xuan had sneaked an attack. Everyone had already defined him as a tasteless fellow. However, in the end, Zhuo Yifeng could quickly adjust his mentality and admit defeat calmly. His fighting spirit was still there. This kind of performance made Lin Xuan and the other youths in the hall think a little higher of this fellow.
In the crowd, Wang Xiaosan had already lowered his head and did not dare to look at Lin Xuan.
His eyes flickered, and no one knew what he was thinking.
Right at this moment, someone from the crowd below jumped onto the arena and challenged the ten representatives.
The challenger was a young man with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes.
He was dressed in a green robe and held a long sword in his hand. He had delicate features and a somewhat imposing manner.
It was just that his expression was a little too cold. Although he did not reveal any aura, it gave people the feeling that a piece of ice that had been frozen for ten thousand years had suddenly appeared on the stage. There was a kind of coldness that came from the depths of the soul, and it kept people a thousand miles away.
This book comes from：m.funovel.com。