Looking at that bloody mist, everyone in the audience was stunned.
No one expected that in just one round, Wang Fan would hurt Wu Turen. Although the injury was not serious, it was still hurt.
However, they did not think that Wang Fan was too strong, but that Wu Turen was too seriously injured.
After all, if Wang Fan was really strong, it would be impossible for him to just slightly hurt Wu Turen.
Wu Turen's expression turned ugly. Just now he threatened to kill Wang Fan to give Wang Fan a happy life.
But now, in just one round, he was actually injured by Wang Fan. This was like a slap in the face.
At this moment, Wang Fan spoke up, "Trash, aren't you very arrogant? You threatened to give me a pleasure, why haven't I had one yet?"
"I told you that you were the weakest, but you still didn't believe it. Do you believe it now? You are really a loser who only talks big words."
coax!
There was another burst of laughter from the audience, and Wu Turen's face turned even redder, and he was so angry that even his energy and blood were a little unstable.
At this moment, there was a whoosh, and Wang Fan caught Wu Turen's unstable energy and blood and struck again.
His figure was like a streak of light, and he flashed straight towards Wu Turen. The rusty sword in his hand cut through the air, raised a sharp sword light, and chopped off Wu Turen's head directly.
When Wu Turen noticed this scene, he was so angry that he vomited blood and waved his sword frantically to resist.
Bang!
There was a loud noise, the swords collided, and fearful waves of air overflowed.
Under the huge force, Wu Turen was knocked back a few steps again, and a wisp of blood could not help but flow from the corner of his mouth.
Although Wang Fan was fine, he still pretended to be weak, his face turned pale, and he also took a few steps back.
"Wu Turen? Ninth level of the earth realm? Bah! You are really useless at the ninth level of the earth realm. You are even on par with me at the eighth level of the earth realm. If I were you, I would have killed you headlong.
"
Wang Fan was still attacking Wu Turen, and at the same time, he raised his knife again and killed Wu Turen.
Wu Turen's expression turned ugly, and he was filled with rage.
Once upon a time, a mere eighth-level ant dared to insult him like this. What was most unacceptable to him was that for a while, he was still helpless with this ant?
In particular, Wang Fan's words about "trash" to the left and "trash" to the right almost made him furious.
He could feel that Wang Fan's strength was definitely not strong among the eighth level of the Earth Realm. If he was not seriously injured, he would not be able to use a few swords against Wang Fan.
But now, for a while, he really couldn't do anything to Wang Fan.
The most important thing is that Wang Fan is really damaged, constantly hitting him, insulting him, interfering with his mind, and impacting his blood.
Although he also knew that Wang Fan did this just to anger him, make his energy and blood unstable, and unable to exert his strength to a greater extent. But in the face of Wang Fan's insult, he really couldn't calm down.
Of course, the people in the audience also saw Wang Fan's little thoughts, and they couldn't help but secretly cursed Wang Fan for being shameless.
It's just that the winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. No matter how unhappy they are with Wang Fan, they can't say anything at this time.
After all, standing to the end is victory. You don’t care what methods others use, why don’t you do it if you have the guts?
"Little beast, I'm going to chop you alive!" Wu Turen roared crazily, and the spiritual energy in his body began to roll crazily, soaring to the sky!
He forcibly activated the little spiritual energy left in his body, swung his long sword, rolled up sword flowers, and slashed towards Wang Fan crazily.
The swords and flowers were so fierce that the air seemed to have turned into weak paper, being torn apart.
This entire arena is full of murderous intent.
"Trash is trash. If shouting slogans is useful, there is no need to fight with real swords and guns. Just shout slogans."
Wang Fan said disdainfully, but his figure suddenly began to retreat.
Although Wu Turen's fierce sword was nothing in his eyes, he could easily smash it. But now he couldn't do that, and he couldn't even take Wu Turen's sword.
Because with the combat prowess he has shown so far, if he can take this sword, it will definitely arouse the suspicion of the strong.
Wang Fan had no choice but to retreat again and again, and even deliberately let the sword flower cut several wounds on his body, and forcefully spit out a few mouthfuls of blood.
In the end, Wang Fan managed to escape the blow at the cost of taking countless sword blows, and looked weak.
Wang Fan was weak, and Wu Turen was naturally no better. Although he was not injured again, the previous sword had consumed a lot of his spiritual energy.
Everyone in the audience was secretly shocked. Wang Fan actually dodged Wu Turen's sword. This was really good luck.
Because they could see very clearly that Wang Fan was almost beheaded.
Ning Wei couldn't help but almost cried.
The danger was too dangerous. She almost shouted, causing Wang Fan to admit defeat.
But she was afraid of distracting Wang Fan, so she finally endured it.
"Little beast, you are so arrogant. If you have the guts, don't hide. You can fight me openly. How can you keep hiding like this?"
Wu Tu was so angry that he hissed, pointed at Wang Fan and started shouting crazily.
Because he knew that it would definitely be detrimental to him if this continued. Wang Fan could afford it, but he couldn't afford it.
"Don't hide? Okay, then I will do as you wish!" Wang Fan nodded happily, then gritted his teeth crazily and killed Wu Turen again.
He knew that it was almost time to kill Wu Turen.
Wu Turen looked at Wang Fan who was charging towards him like a wild beast, without any fear at all. He stood up with difficulty and raised his sword to meet him.
Dang Dang Dang.
The swords collided, sparks flying in the air.
Wang Fan and Wu Turen were both coughing up blood constantly and seemed to be evenly matched.
But neither of them flinched, and they were still fighting fiercely.
Their faces were very pale and they looked extremely weak, and the battle was also quite fierce.
Wang Fan's face showed madness and even determination to die.
At a certain moment, there was a scoff, and at the same time as Wu Turen's long sword passed through his chest, his rusty broadsword cut across Wu Turen's throat.
puff!
laugh!
Accompanied by two shocking sprays of blood mist, a head flew up directly and fell under the competition platform. Their bodies also slowly fell to the ground at the same time.
The only difference is that Wu Turen fell to the ground dead, while Wang Fan fell to the ground seriously injured.
Seeing this scene, everyone in the audience was amazed.
Wang Fan's luck was so good that he actually killed Wu Turen with a slight advantage, won the game, and successfully entered the top ten.
Most people couldn't help but feel envious when they looked at Wang Fan.
They all knew that if Wu Turen had not been so seriously injured, and if Wang Fan had chosen someone other than Wu Turen, if there was another battle, Wang Fan would definitely have been defeated miserably.
It's a pity that there are no ifs. According to the rules of the competition, Wang Fan has already won, has successfully entered the top ten, and obtained the quota to enter the Zongyuan Secret Realm.
Even the powerful men sitting in command couldn't help but sigh, but they didn't say anything.
Only Ning Wei looked so happy that she almost couldn't help shouting.
Winning, finally winning, she was really afraid that Wang Fan would be killed on the fighting stage.
"I announce that Ning Chengsheng successfully entered the top ten and obtained the quota to enter the Zongyuan Secret Realm." An old man stepped onto the stage and looked at Wang Fan who struggled to stand up. While announcing the result, he handed over the jade plaque.
This chapter has been completed!