"What a fast speed!" Qin Wentian frowned, looked at Lin Yun who was already standing at the edge of the ring, and immediately opened his mouth.
The lion roars!
A deep lion's roar came from Qin Wentian's bloody mouth.
Although this sound is dull, it gives people an extremely uncomfortable smell.
Even everyone in the ring felt that their chests were being suppressed at this moment, and their lungs felt like they were being stimulated by thousands of needles.
"What...what a terrifying sound wave!"
"Under this "Lion's Roar" move, I'm afraid Jiang Yun won't be able to move normally."
"That's right! Faced with this "Lion's Roar" move, even Wang Jizhong can't bear it, let alone Jiang Yun."
Everyone originally thought that Lin Yun could not withstand this sound wave.
However, what they didn't expect was that Lin Yun was not affected at all.
He turned into an afterimage, reaching ten times the speed of sound, and arrived in front of Qin Wentian in the blink of an eye.
"What?" Qin Wentian's eyes widened with an expression of disbelief.
He never expected that under his "lion's roar", Lin Yun could still move normally.
Moreover, at some point, a long sword appeared in Lin Yun's hand.
Falling Moon Sword Technique!
Immediately afterwards, Lin Yun swung the long sword in his hand and raised the sword. The sword was filled with mist and coldness.
A falling sword energy shot from the sword towards Qin Wentian.
The speed was extremely fast, and it rubbed the air, causing a large number of sparks to burst out.
Accompanied by a blast of blood mist, in the blink of an eye, Qin Wentian's body flew backwards and landed on the edge of the ring.
On Qin Wentian's chest, there was a wound that was as deep as the bone, from his left abdomen to his right shoulder.
"Jiang Yun wins!"
Just one sword, a set of holy swordsmanship - "Luoyue Sword Technique", defeated his direct disciple Qin Wentian.
This scene really caused a deathly silence on the scene, and everyone was stunned.
"This is really too strong!"
"Killing a ninth-level Martial King instantly with one sword. Is this really the strength that a late-level fourth-level Martial King should have?"
“This year’s General League Conference really exceeded all of our expectations!”
Amid everyone's discussion, Lin Yun walked off the stage expressionlessly.
With his current strength, a mere ninth-level Martial Emperor is not enough to become his opponent.
Moreover, Qin Wentian's speed was inferior to his. This sword was not only the "Luoyue Sword Technique", but also incorporated a trace of the divine will of the "World-Destroying Divine Sword Technique", which was definitely not something Qin Wentian could resist.
Everyone looked at Lin Yun's back and couldn't help but start arguing among themselves.
They were arguing about who was more powerful, Wang Jizhong and Lin Yun, who were also from the Eighty-fourth Alliance Martial House, and some even started a bet.
However, even though Lin Yun and Wang Jizhong defeated Qin Wentian with one move, many people still thought that Wang Jizhong would win.
After all, they all feel that Lin Yun is still too young now, and the next General League Conference will be Lin Yun's real home field.
Lin Yun didn't care at all about who lost and who won.
Lin Yun did not return to the rest area, and left the scene on his own. After all, he had defeated four opponents in the second round, and the next game had nothing to do with him.
This time, he didn't regard anyone as his opponent. He would defeat everyone who stood in front of him one by one, and finally win the title of champion, that's all.
As the moon turns and the stars move, the second round of competition gradually comes to an end.
The next day, as the sun rose from the sky, the third round of the finals began.
The arena is still full of seats. This General League Conference is now coming to an end. Everyone is eagerly looking forward to seeing who will win the championship in the end.
Ren Tianxing stood on the ring, opened the scroll, and said straight to the point: "The third round of the finals, the first game, Jing Ke vs. Wei Youji."
There is no suspense in this match. Jing Ke is a direct disciple of the Assassin Sect and is a ninth-level Martial Emperor.
Wei Youji is just the chief core disciple of the Hell Sect, and his realm is the peak of the eighth-level Martial Emperor.
Everyone is not very enthusiastic about this game. After all, games that already know the outcome often fail to attract their attention.
"Game start!"
Following Ren Tianxing's order, Wei Youji took the lead in launching the offensive.
He knew very well that Jing Ke, as a direct disciple of the Assassin clan, was good at assassinations and sneak attacks. If faced head-on, he might be as good as Jing Ke.
Jing Ke's expression did not change, but the space behind him was slightly distorted. Then, he suddenly waved his right hand, and a flying knife flew towards Wei Youji.
"Useless Jing Ke, I already know all about your moves!" Wei Youji was not afraid at all. He was very clear about Jing Ke's usual methods, and he also knew that the flying knife thrown by Jing Ke at this time was not actually a weapon.
Not one, but three.
Wei Youji jumped up and easily dodged a visible flying knife and two invisible flying knives.
Immediately afterwards, three violent sounds suddenly came from the barrier behind Wei Youji.
Jing Ke looked at Wei Youji who was leaping in the air, waved his right hand again, and shot the other three flying knives towards Wei Youji again.
Upon seeing this, Wei Youji immediately pulled out the sword from his waist and swung it at will. A stream of sword energy shot out from the sword, blocking all three flying knives.
Accompanied by the clanging sound of gold and iron, all three flying knives were knocked away by Wei Youji.
The next second, Wei Youji held swords in both hands, and with lightning speed, he descended from the sky and slashed at Jing Ke with one sword.
And at this moment, a surprising scene appeared.
When Wei Youji's sword blade was less than three meters away from Jing Ke's head, Jing Ke's figure suddenly disappeared completely, disappearing like a mist, and his body also disappeared from everyone's sight.
Inside.
Wei Youji's sword did not fall on Jing Ke, but struck him directly on the ring.
boom--!
With a violent sound, Wei Youji's sword cut a hundred-meter-long ravine in the arena.
At this moment, Wei Youji did not dare to act rashly. Even if he released his spiritual consciousness, he still could not detect Jing Ke's aura.
If it weren't for Ren Tianxing still standing aside and not announcing the end of the game, Wei Youji would have even thought that Jing Ke had left the arena.
For a moment, everyone in the audience exclaimed.
"What's going on! Where are the people?"
"Jing Ke is just a Martial Emperor...can he use elemental transformation? Why did he suddenly disappear?"