C271 Deep Hatred
C271 Deep Hatred
According to Mo Qingfeng's strength and position, he would definitely be given a spot on the Martial Competition of Four Countries s, but he still participated in the selection.
What was it for?
It was all for the sake of actual combat.
In the past few months, he had made a breakthrough in his closed-door training, and had barely managed to condense the elementary form of the sword intent to the level of a seed. However, in this short period of time, he was unable to do so freely.
It had been so long since he had gone up on stage, yet his opponent had timidly chosen to give up. How could Mo Qingfeng not be angry?
Facing his scolding, Qin Tao's expression darkened, but he didn't have the guts to fight against Mo Qingfeng …
"..."
Next, the challenge continued.
The opponent that Ye Feng met in the second round was similarly blasted off the stage with three punches and two punches from him.
"A person cannot judge by his appearance, and strength cannot judge by his cultivation. This Ye Feng, as expected of the elite disciple of the Martial House, he actually won two rounds in a row, and so easily at that."
"Maybe I haven't met any true experts. Look, after so many battles, those reputable experts have all levelled up." He will not have an opponent for this round, and in the next round, Ye Feng will most likely encounter them.
"I think so too. There's no need for Mo Qingfeng to say that for group three to be able to advance, but for the other one, it's either Situ Qing or Tia Changkong. It's impossible for it to be Ye Feng, his cultivation is just too low. "
All kinds of different voices resounded.
And just as they had said, the experts of the group three had indeed not met one of them in advance …
The person who had encountered Mo Qingfeng in the second round had once again voluntarily forfeited, which made Mo Qingfeng even more infuriated.
In the upcoming third round, the victors would enter the top four. This way, the battle would be exceptionally fierce.
Under the instructions of the Prince Qi, the judge announced loudly that the third round of the challenge had begun.
In the first round, it was Ye Feng against Tia Changkong.
Hearing his opponent, Ye Feng slightly raised his head and looked towards Tia Changkong.
At the same time, as though he had received a perception, Tia Changkong's gaze had also locked onto Ye Feng.
Neither of them spoke, but their killing intent was obvious.
There was bound to be a battle between them.
This battle was no longer as simple as a martial arts sparring match. Since Tia Changkong had said that he would cripple Ye Feng, then Ye Feng would naturally be even more impolite.
In any case, he had already crippled one Tia Hualoong, so he had a deep grudge with Tia Family.
Han Chong stood behind Ye Feng and reminded him: "Elite Ye, Tia Changkong's strength is not mediocre, he is able to make it into the top ten in Inner Mansion. At the same time, he has already grasped the power of conception.
Ye Feng's performance in the first two rounds was very eye-catching, but it was just as the spectators had said, he did not meet any true experts, and Tia Changkong was one of the experts in group three, his strength was terrifying, adding on to his hostility towards Ye Feng, Han Chong finally reminded him.
"Saber Intent? I will too. " Ye Feng's face was calm as he stepped onto the Challenge Battlestage.
He wasn't someone who was afraid of things.
Since the Tia Family was not letting him off, and he had sent the number one expert of the young disciples, Tia Changkong, to deal with him, Ye Feng would definitely not show mercy.
What a noble family of the Martial Dao, how could they be intimidated like this? This kind of thing didn't work on Ye Feng.
He has always been a man who does not offend me and I do not offend, and if anyone offends me, I will return it tenfold.
Tia Changkong rushed up onto the Challenge Battlestage and faced off against Ye Feng.
Sparks shot out from both of their eyes. This match had also attracted the attention of everyone in the arena.
Third Prince looked at Ye Feng, his face revealing a look of worry, he softly asked: "Will Ye Feng be his opponent?"
"I don't know. The opponents Elite Ye met in the first two rounds were really too weak, and he simply wasn't able to bring out all of his strength. I also do not know what stage Elite Ye has truly reached. " Han Chong asked in confusion, "I heard that last time, Elite Ye defeated Wu Yuanhou?"
"That's right. However, I think that when he defeated Wu Yuanhou last time, he similarly did not use his full strength. "
"Tia Changkong, is not something that Wu Yuanhou can compare to." Han Chong nodded and no longer spoke.
On the other side, Tia Hualoong, Mo Yixiao and the rest were also looking at the competition arena.
Tia Hualoong said excitedly: "My big brother said, as long as Ye Feng encounters him on the Challenge Battlestage, he would definitely not care about Ye Feng's elite identity. If there is a chance, he will definitely cripple Ye Feng's dantian cultivation."
"If Ye Feng turns into a cripple, the day that he leaves the Martial House would be his bad luck. This prince will turn him into a human rod. "
Mo Yixiao's face turned gloomy, his eyes filled with cruelty.
"But what if your brother is not Ye Feng's opponent?" Situ Ba said in an untimely manner.
"How is that possible? My big brother has already condensed the Tia Family's Iron-Blood Saber Intent, and combined it with the saber technique passed down in our family, it's enough to kill Innate Eighth Level." Tia Hualoong retorted.
However, Mo Yixiao said: "If your big brother is truly defeated by Ye Feng, then we must make arrangements in advance to contact that person from the Liu Garden."
"Don't worry, just one word, today is Ye Feng's unlucky day!"
"His bad luck was only the beginning. It's far from over …"
"..."
"Ye Feng, I've finally met you."
Tia Changkong stood on the Challenge Battlestage, his face full of pride.
"You will regret meeting me."
Hearing that, Ye Feng shook his head and said indifferently.
"Haha, I, Tia Changkong have seen countless people, but it is really the first time seeing someone as reckless and ignorant as you."
Tia Changkong laughed sinisterly.
The two of them no longer had anything to say.
"Come."
Ye Feng laughed and waved at him, his tone was as relaxed as usual.
This angered Tia Changkong to the point that his face turned purple. The spirit force around his body started to rise, and a long and wide black broadsword appeared in his hand.
The Tia Family disciples mainly trained in the art of sabers.
The black heavy blade in Tia Changkong's hand was even ranked above the Disillusionment Blade that Ye Feng snatched from Tia Hualoong's hands back then.
The true Profound Ranked Spirit Weapon, the Black Frost Saber, weighed a thousand pounds. A black-red mist surrounded the blade's body, emitting an aura that caused one's heart to palpitate.
"Treading on the Kunlun Mountains!"
The strike from Tia Family, Ironblood Saber Technique, contained profound strength. It combined with a Profound Ranked Spirit Weapon and was powerful enough to split mountains and rivers.
Tia Changkong channeled all the spirit energy in his body, and when his aura reached its peak, he suddenly erupted with a shout.
In the next moment, his body leaned forward as he stomped heavily on the ground. A deep footprint was actually left on the stage.