"I am Jun Moxíng!"
"Zhāng Hào!"
The Black-Clad Youth and Zhāng Hào each reported their names.
Lán Hǎipíng and Shí Jīngtiān in the distance currently wore solemn expressions. This was because Jun Moxíng was the seed player sent by the Tiānbà College to the Tiānwǔ Academy this time. His specific strength was unclear, but he was at least a Martial King (high stage). They didn't know if Zhāng Hào could handle him.
Although Lán Hǎipíng had always had confidence in Zhāng Hào, he was still a bit nervous at this moment. Although Zhāng Hào had defeated a Half-Step Martial Ancestor in front of him, that was by relying on a secret technique. Lán Hǎipíng didn't know if that secret technique could be used at any time.
Under the Referee's announcement,
the martial arts competition officially began.
The Black-Clad Youth used a knife. After the long knife was unsheathed, a sharp Killing Intent locked onto Zhāng Hào.
"Your weapon?"
Jun Moxíng looked at Zhāng Hào.
Zhāng Hào said indifferently, "When it's time to use it, this Young Master will naturally use it."
"How arrogant! Then let me see if you have the capital to be so arrogant."
Jun Moxíng sneered and pounced towards Zhāng Hào's location. A fierce knife strike slashed down.
"Wind Capture Shadow!"
Zhāng Hào used the Wind God Leg, his body swayed, avoiding Jun Moxíng's knife, and appeared behind him, sweeping a leg down.
A few days ago, Zhāng Hào had used a level-up pill, raising his Wind Capture Shadow to the peak stage. His speed was faster, and its power was greater.
This leg strike weighed over ten thousand jin. The surrounding energy trembled.
Jun Moxíng lowered his head, barely avoiding it. He casually slashed down with his knife, deflecting Zhāng Hào's leg strike. But Zhāng Hào immediately swayed away, appearing on Jun Moxíng's other side, kicking out heavy leg shadows, engulfing Jun Moxíng within them.
At first, Jun Moxíng was at a disadvantage. He truly hadn't expected Zhāng Hào's speed to be so fast and so strange.
"Chaotic Killing Slash!"
Jun Moxíng seemed to be angered by Zhāng Hào. The long knife in his hand slashed out heavy black knife shadows, covering a hundred-meter radius.
"Divine Travel!"
"Wind God Leg!"
Zhāng Hào kicked out dozens of leg shadows, sweeping towards Jun Moxíng. The knife shadows were instantly annihilated by Zhāng Hào's leg shadows, sweeping towards Jun Moxíng again.
"Overlord Divine Knife!"
Jun Moxíng retreated quickly, simultaneously slashing down with his knife.
With this knife strike, the void vibrated, as if it had condensed Killing Intent and anger into one, exploding towards Zhāng Hào.
"Sun Heart!"
Zhāng Hào was expressionless, not dodging or evading, and sent his Seven Injury Fist towards Jun Moxíng.
"Boom!"
The knife and fist met.
Jun Moxíng retreated three steps.
"Lung Splitting!"
Zhāng Hào's Aura strengthened slightly, and he stepped forward again, launching a punch.
Jun Moxíng's expression was solemn, his Killing Intent chilling, and he frantically slashed out with his knife.
"Severed Liver and Intestines!"
Zhāng Hào attacked with three punches, and Jun Moxíng also took three punches head-on.
"Wow!"
Jun Moxíng staggered back seven or eight steps, unable to help but spit out a mouthful of fresh blood.
"Overlord Divine Knife's Heavenly Kill!"
Jun Moxíng's expression was a bit pale, but the Knife Intent on his body was even stronger.
This knife strike carried unparalleled Killing Intent, as if placing people in a Shura slaughterhouse.
"Soul Flight!"
Zhāng Hào stomped his foot on the ground, unleashing the seventh form of the Seven Injury Fist.
A domineering punch, as if it wanted to pierce through the void. The surrounding air was instantly sucked dry by this punch, forming a vacuum.
Jun Moxíng felt a wave of air rushing towards him, like a great mountain, pressing down on his body.
"Break for me!"
Jun Moxíng gritted his teeth and slashed down with his knife, striking towards Zhāng Hào.
With a "boom!"
The two forces collided in the void.
Zhāng Hào's punch directly sent the knife flying. The remaining momentum unchanged, the punch directly struck Jun Moxíng's body.
Jun Moxíng screamed, and his entire body flew out, landing on the ground, spitting up blood.
"Lost, I actually lost." Jun Moxíng crawled up from the ground with a pale expression, still looking somewhat disbelieving.
The Tiānbà College side was shrouded in gloom. This time, the Tiānbà College came to the Tiānwǔ Academy to crush it, which had been the case almost every year. Unexpectedly, the Tiānwǔ Academy actually produced such a monstrous talent, ruining Tiānbà College's plans.
The students on the Tiānwǔ Academy side cheered. Regardless of their previous relationship with Zhāng Hào, they were all celebrating the victory together at this moment. This was not only Zhāng Hào's victory but also the victory of all the students of the Tiānwǔ Academy.
The Deputy Dean of Tiānbà College, Gǔ Kāiyuǎn, had a very ugly expression. Lán Hǎipíng, who was beside him, smiled and said, "How about it? Our Tiānwǔ Academy isn't that bad, right?"
Gǔ Kāiyuǎn knew that Lán Hǎipíng was retaliating for his earlier taunts. He coldly snorted, "This time, I only brought a few of the lower-ranked seed players. Even if your man defeats them, it doesn't mean he has truly defeated the students of our Tiānbà College."
"Zhāng Hào, I admit defeat this time, but I know you will definitely participate in the Sect assessment. Our next battle will take place at that time," Gǔ Kāiyuǎn said solemnly, looking at Zhāng Hào.
Zhāng Hào smiled slightly and said, "Then I look forward to it."
Zhāng Hào's gaze fell on the area where the Tiānbà College was located, and he sneered, "I know you still won a few matches against us. Who else wants to fight? This Young Master will take them all on."
The people on the Tiānbà College side were instantly silent. There was nothing they could do. This time, Jun Moxíng, who was their strongest fighter, had been defeated by Zhāng Hào. The other few were naturally no match. They could only remain silent, feeling wronged.
"This time, we admit defeat. But it's only this time. Soon, we will get this back," Jun Moxíng said coldly, looking at Zhāng Hào.
"Okay, I'll be waiting. But I can't guarantee that your fate after losing won't be like Yuè Shān's," Zhāng Hào said to Jun Moxíng with a half-smile.
Upon hearing this, Jun Moxíng suddenly felt a chill in his nether regions. Thinking of Yuè Shān's bare buttocks and bleeding rear, even someone like Jun Moxíng couldn't help but feel a bit terrified. If it were truly like that, he might as well die.
"Hmph!"
Jun Moxíng snorted coldly and flew away.
The Tiānbà College came with an overwhelming momentum, but in the end, they left dejectedly. It must be said that this scene greatly exceeded the expectations of the Tiānbà College and also the expectations of the teachers and students of the Tiānwǔ Academy. However, it greatly boosted the morale of the teachers and students of the Tiānwǔ Academy.
After all, the Tiānwǔ Academy had been in decline in recent years. In the annual three-college competition, they lost more than they won. Being able to defeat the Tiānbà College and send them back dejectedly was naturally a very exciting event. Zhāng Hào also became the College's hero and pride.
"Young man, well done." Lán Hǎipíng patted Zhāng Hào's shoulder in an old-fashioned manner and laughed heartily.
