Wu Zhengyang secretly rejoiced in his heart, and a hint of a sinister smile appeared on his face, "The most aggressive of you will suffer both losses, and then the leader will be mine."
Except for the temporary suspension of the competition on the No. 1 platform, several people came up to challenge the No. 3 platform, but they were all easily defeated by Qin Gaoming.
And anyone who came up to challenge him would be ridiculed by him, and then he would strike hard, causing them to be seriously injured and humiliated afterwards.
Just because of his natural huge strength, coupled with the Earth-level mid-level skill "Wind Wheel Hammer Technique", it can make up for some shortcomings in speed, enough to cross two to three levels.
Among them were several people who were at the fourth level of the Great Spiritual Master, and even one who was at the fifth level of the Spiritual Master was defeated by him. Although he was not seriously injured, he was still very embarrassed.
No one dared to come on stage No. 3 for a while, but not long after, a man in his twenties, with a slim build and an average appearance came up.
He was wearing a green gown. After taking the stage, he cupped his fists and saluted Qin Gaoming and said, "I regret that I am alone. I just don't like you."
Qin Gaoming looked up and down at the inconspicuous man in front of him, with a look of contempt on his face. At this moment, he was stunned when he heard the words, and sneered: "You are the only one who is alone? I think you are self-proclaimed... It doesn't matter if I don't like it. If you dare to go on stage, I will make you regret it..."
Zeng Youhui's face was very calm, and he just said lightly: "There is so much nonsense!"
Qin Gaoming's eyes flashed with anger, "Looking for death..."
As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his right hand and slammed the copper hammer towards the young man.
The copper hammer suddenly started spinning, and wind spiritual power emerged from above it, with a speed like a meteor, and it arrived in the blink of an eye with a whistling sound.
Zeng Youhui bent his legs and kicked back, and his body disappeared instantly like an arrow from the string.
He twisted slightly to avoid the whizzing copper hammer, then lowered his body and turned over, facing up to look at another copper hammer whizzing past his forehead.
Turning over and tapping the ground with one foot, his body quickly turned to Qin Gaoming's left side.
A flying sword appeared out of thin air in his hand. The flying sword was one foot long and three inches wide. The blades on both sides were blue in color from light to dark, and the word "jiyin" was engraved on the sword body.
With a wave of his right hand, the cold light flashed through the flying sword and cut through the air. The protective barrier was instantly cut open, and a trace of blood poured out crazily.
Qin Gaoming was filled with shock. He couldn't keep up with such a speed. He felt a chill in his waist and abdomen before he could react.
There was a wound over a foot long when his clothes were open, but fortunately the wound was not deep and could only be considered a minor injury.
But he was not willing to admit defeat, and a surge of anger rushed into his heart, "Ah..."
With a loud roar, he turned to the left, and the copper hammer started to rotate at a very fast speed, causing a gust of wind, whizzing towards the opponent.
But the caregivers on both sides had already noticed the huge gap between the two, and they all shook their heads slightly.
The other party had already been merciful just now. If he hadn't deliberately controlled his power, he would have been seriously injured with just that sword strike.
Zeng Youhui shook his head. He tapped his feet and speeded up a little. He was behind him in a flash. He waved his right hand repeatedly. He was so fast that only afterimages could be seen.
Quickly and neatly, he carved four big characters on his back, put away his flying sword and kicked him on the butt.
Qin Gaoming felt a chill on his back, and then a heartbreaking pain came from the vertebrae of his buttocks, and his body was instantly numb.
Then he flew up and landed on the ground, causing everyone to burst into laughter.
Hearing these ridicules, although he was furious, he was not stupid. If he persisted, he would only be asking for trouble.
Only then did he feel a burning pain in his back. He got up helplessly and pointed at the other person angrily, saying: "You... why are you teasing me... like this..."
Zeng Youhui looked at him quietly, "Don't show off..."
Qin Gaoming was stunned again. Everyone looked at the four big characters carved on his back and burst into loud laughter.
Many people could no longer control their laughter and began to point and point.
"Ha ha……"
"Really don't show off..."
"What do you mean by not showing off?"
Qin Gaoming has gradually calmed down, secretly glad that the other party was not angered by him, and also grateful for the other party's mercy.
After cupping his fists and saluting, he hurriedly walked off the stage with half-knowledge and shame on his face.
After everyone burst into laughter, they began to discuss, "I defeated him with one move without even showing my cultivation. Where did he get his genius..."
Wu Zhengyang's face was full of anxiety. He had just eliminated a poison master and another one suddenly appeared. He wondered where there were so many masters.
At this moment, this person has become the master of the competition, and he can't find any reason to stop him. The original plan has been completely messed up. He said anxiously: "Where did this master come from? He didn't even show his cultivation level. Knowing his specific strength..."
Wei Zhengde's eyes were full of worry, "Why doesn't this person compete for Channel One? Xinghuai, what should we do now?"
Wu Xinghuai stared at the man closely, feeling pressure for some reason, especially the blue flying sword in his hand, which was extremely sharp.
Predicting that his current physical body might not be able to block it, he shook his head and said: "I can't see the depth of this person, but he is by no means simple. You are by no means his opponent..."
"What should I do now?"
"Now we can only wait for the opportunity secretly..."
Zeng Youhui waited for a while, but no one came up, so he went to the side to meditate and practice, as if he knew that no one would dare to challenge him easily.
Yanliang put away the shielding formation and nodded to Prince Luo, then looked at the high platform opposite, smiled at Wuying who was worried about him, and slowly walked towards the competition stage.
Qu Jianxiu walked to the master's side silently and whispered: "Master, this disciple is convinced that he has lost..."
Yan Xiuwen narrowed his eyes and sighed slightly, "If you are convinced, then that's it. If you are not convinced, master, you are not afraid of a fight..."
