When he saw Han Feng stepping out of the carriage, Han Fei's face became very ugly.

Hearing the other party's provocative words, he was extremely angry.

He wanted to use his knife to attack the opponent, but a strong sense of uneasiness made him hold down the handle of the knife, and he hesitated to take action.

But at this time, a cold scolding sound came from under the ring.

"Han Feng, you didn't even pass the first two rounds of the competition, so why do you get on the stage and challenge Han Fei?"

Han Feng turned around and saw the fourth elder Han Yuanhe with a sneer on his face.

"As the son of the previous head of the Han family, don't you understand even these basic rules?"

The second elder Han Zhan in the audience also spoke out.

"That's right. If you haven't passed the first two rounds, you are not qualified to participate in the challenge. Just quit!"

Facing the two people's scoldings, Han Feng responded with a sarcastic smile.

"Who said I failed the competition?"

Han Yuanhe was stunned when he heard this, and then he couldn't help but mocked.

"Han Feng, in front of everyone, you are making things out of nothing. You must be treating all of us as fools.

When have you ever competed on stage? Stop messing around!"

Hearing this, Han Feng was just playing with the taste.

"Who said that if you pass the competition, you have to go to the ring?"

As soon as this statement came out, everyone present was stunned, and the Great Elder Han Mo in the audience was also stunned, but his expression suddenly changed.

The next moment, Han Feng raised his hand, and two paper signs appeared in his hand.

They are "No. 41" and "No. 21" respectively.

Han Feng glanced at the entire audience and sneered.

"I'm sorry everyone, I'm so lucky today. I got a bye in two consecutive rounds. I can pass the competition without going on stage."

After hearing this, everyone was shocked for a while, and then some people reacted.

Yes, there are a total of forty-one people participating in the two rounds of competition this time.

Then in the first round of drawing, one person will have a bye and will not have to go on stage.

When the next competition comes around, there will be only twenty-one people left, and one of them can also get the "bye" draw.

In the end, only eleven people can participate in the challenge.

In the previous two rounds of competitions, from beginning to end, I did not hear of anyone getting a bye draw.

Unexpectedly, the two bye opportunities fell into Han Feng's hands.

Not to mention how he drew the lot without even being in the ring.

To get byes twice in a row, this is really unlucky.

Seeing everyone's stunned expressions, Han Feng turned his head and glanced in the direction of Chu Hanxin.

Naturally, only spiritual masters with strong mental power can control the results of the lottery without being aware of it.

"This...this..."

Looking at the two bye draws in Han Feng's hand, Han Yuanhe was speechless for a moment.

The second elder, Han Zhan, wanted to say something else, but Han Yunshan said it first.

"Korean Feng received byes in both rounds and was able to participate in the challenge without a test. This is in compliance with the rules of the competition."

"Yes, Han Feng is qualified to participate in the challenge!"

Following Han Yunshan, several elders echoed his words.

Seeing this situation, Han Zhan's expression changed slightly, he glanced at the great elder, and finally nodded.

"In that case, let's continue with the game."

Han Feng was not surprised to get this result.

He looked at Han Fei again, who had an ugly face across from him.

"Didn't you just call me a "coward and a waste"?

Why, facing a loser like me, don’t you even have the courage to take action?”

Hearing Han Feng's obvious sarcasm, Han Fei's breathing became heavier.

He couldn't help but tighten his grip on the long knife in his hand, and said with a sinister expression.

"Han Feng, don't be too arrogant!"

Hearing this, Han Feng grinned, stretched out a finger, and pointed at Han Fei.

"I'll let you strike first and use your strongest means, otherwise, you won't have a chance."

Han Feng's contemptuous attitude undoubtedly deeply trampled on Han Fei's self-esteem.

The long-suppressed anger in his chest finally broke out at this moment!

"Han Feng, you are seeking death, don't blame me!"

With a loud shout, Han Fei stood up violently!

In an instant, he rushed ten steps in front of Han Feng.

I saw his legs exerting force, and he suddenly tumbled in the air, and the long knife in his hand roared like a tornado.

"Splitting Wind Slash!"

"call……!"

The long knife glowed with a faint green light. In the void, its speed instantly surged to the extreme, and it chopped off Han Fei's head!

Han Fei's sword could be said to have unleashed his most powerful power.

Not to mention the warriors who are also nine-star martial disciples, even the ordinary one-star brilliant spiritual warriors do not dare to underestimate him in the slightest.

In Han Fei's opinion, the recent battle between Han Feng and the martial arts disciple Han Nu was extremely difficult to win.

No matter how talented the opponent is, his current strength cannot be improved much.

Even if he can't severely injure the opponent with his full-strength sword blow, he can at least knock him off the ring by surprise!

But at this moment, facing Han Fei's furious attack, he struck with all his might.

Han Feng's movements were extremely simple.

When the opponent's blade is close to him, three feet away.

Han Feng suddenly held the gun with his backhand, as if holding a war spear, and shot forward fiercely!

A seemingly simple action was enhanced by Han Feng's terrifying power and speed.

The spear seemed to turn into a silver rainbow, colliding with Han Fei's slashing blade first.

"Clang...!"

With a clanking sound, Han Fei felt a terrifying force that instantly disintegrated and tore the energy gathered in his blade into pieces.

His tiger's mouth also tore open in an instant, blood spattered, and the long knife flew out uncontrollably.

Before Han Fei could make any response, the silver light was as fast as lightning and penetrated directly through his lower abdomen.

And he took his body with him and inserted it into the ring!

"Pfft...!"

"ah……!"

A shrill scream echoed over the martial arts arena, and blood splattered everywhere, like a blooming bloody flower!

At this moment, almost everyone was stunned, looking at the scene happening on the ring.

Some people even rubbed their eyes with their hands, thinking they had seen wrongly.

Because at this moment, in the arena.

Han Fei, who was so impressive just a second ago, took the initiative.

At this moment, he was lying on the ring, and a spear pierced his dantian, nailing his body directly to the center of the ring.

No matter how much he roared and moaned, he couldn't escape the shot.

One shot, just one shot, defeated Han Fei, who placed fifth in the last family competition of the Han family.

If it weren't for the restrictions of the rules of the arena, everyone would have no doubt that Han Feng was capable of killing Han Fei with one shot.

There was silence in the martial arts arena. Han Feng's movements were so fast that many people didn't even see when he took out his gun.

But the bloody, domineering and forceful nature of this shot... was deeply imprinted in everyone's hearts.

At this moment, even Han Chen was standing not far away with his hands behind his back.
To be continued...