Chen Haoran's words immediately caused quite a commotion in the crowd. It was only now that they realized that this young man was the young master of the Tang Sect.
After all, Chen Haoran is the illegitimate son of the Tang Clan, and he returned to the Tang Clan only half a year ago, so not many people in the world know about it.
"It turns out that this boy is the young master of the Tang Clan, but he just called himself Chen Haoran, not Tang. It seems there is something fishy here!" Many people present sighed to themselves.
"You may not know yet, but this boy is the illegitimate son of the deputy sect leader Tang Tianhao who had sex after drinking. The Tang sect's family rules are very strict. Now that this boy has been recognized, he has now become the young sect leader. This is really, really...
Incredible!”
"Yes, it is indeed puzzling. Could it be that this boy's talent is very outstanding, even more powerful than that of the White Dragon Envoy?"
"That's not necessarily true. Didn't you see that he is only at the first level of the True Yuan Martial Lord Realm? How powerful can he be!"
Facing these comments in the arena, Chen Haoran kept his expression calm and walked forward step by step.
Tang Feng looked at him and whispered: "The opponent is quite powerful, so be careful."
Chen Haoran nodded, gritted his teeth and said, "Don't worry, brother, I know it well!"
When the Tyrannosaurus not far away from the opposite side saw this, he couldn't help but snorted coldly. He lifted his feet a little, flipped in the air, and stood on the ring.
"I really can't understand that even the White Dragon Envoy is no match for me. You brat, how dare you challenge me!"
The Tyrannosaurus was condescending, with a very domineering look on his face. He held his mace and said, "Chen Haoran, right? It's good to be a man of backbone, but you have to see if you have the ability!"
Chen Haoran stopped talking nonsense, suddenly boosted his energy, and rushed to the ring like a solitary smoke. Then he turned his head, looked at Lu Zhanpeng and said, "May I ask Master Lu, can the competition begin?"
Lu Zhanpeng in the middle looked at the two of them, nodded and said: "Since you two are ready, the competition officially begins now!"
After he finished speaking, Chen Haoran suddenly waved his right hand, and with a sudden swishing sound, eighteen flying knives of the same shape were condensed in front of him.
Eighteen flying knives are arranged in order, floating in mid-air, looking sharp.
When the Tyrant Dragon Envoy saw this, he couldn't help but sneered: "Tang Clan's flying knives, you can summon eighteen flying knives at once. It's really not easy for you at your current level, but you seem to have some talent!"
Chen Haoran did not speak. After snorting coldly, he waved his hands and the flying knife floating in front of him immediately shot forward.
The Tyrant Dragon user sneered disdainfully and said: "The eighteen flying knives, if deployed at the half-step Martial King level, maybe I will have to go through a lot of troubles, but you kid, it's not enough!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised the mace in his hand and struck it forward fiercely. In just an instant, eight flying knives were knocked down.
Immediately afterwards, the Tyrannosaurus wielded the mace with his right hand, and the remaining flying knives fell to the ground.
Seeing this, Chen Haoran's expression did not change. He gritted his teeth and formed seals with his hands again. As the true energy surged out, thirty-six flying knives condensed in front of him again.
The densely packed flying knives were not floating in a mess this time, but formed a faint array of knives. The silver-white knives were so intense that they could hardly open their eyes.
The Tyrant Dragon user's expression changed. He was not stupid after all. He finally knew that this person's understanding of flying knives was too powerful.
But he was also lucky. Fortunately, the kid in front of him was not at a high level and only had a small first-level True Yuan realm. Otherwise, it would be really hard to say who would win and who would lose today.
"So what if there are thirty-six flying knives, I will still break them!" Although Tyrant Dragon User gave a cold shout, he immediately rushed out like a tiger and leopard.
His figure was already very rough, and with the mace in his hand, he looked even more majestic. He rushed forward and swung the mace in his hand.
Chen Haoran retreated again and again, but his hands continued to seal, turning and driving the flying knife to overtake the opponent and shoot towards him.
Under the swing of the mace, flying knives were continuously knocked down. However, the Tyrant Dragon user's whole body had been shot through in two places. Although it was not serious, his figure looked a little embarrassed.
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"Damn it, this little first-level warrior can still hurt me. It's really an unforgivable crime!" The Tyrant Dragon user was furious. After knocking down the last flying knife with his wave of his hand, he rushed out.
He could finally see that although the kid in front of him was not very strong, his understanding of flying knives was very strong, so he had to strike first.
Chen Haoran also knew that with his current level of strength, he could not compete head-on with the opponent, so without any hesitation, he immediately dodged sideways.
As he retreated in the air, he linked seals with his hands again. In just the blink of an eye, a handful of flying knives were condensed. Upon closer inspection, there were actually eight, eighty-sixty-four.
The dense flying knives blocked his body, which was equivalent to Chen Haoran having a wall of flying knives to protect him.
The Tyrant Dragon Warrior rushed over, raised his mace and struck him on the head. His level was much higher than that of his opponent, so with one blow, many flying knives were immediately knocked to the ground.
However, he underestimated these flying knives. The number of sixty-four flying knives was not low. What's more, with Chen Haoran's understanding and talent of flying knives, the attack routes of flying knives were not exactly the same.
There was a sudden pop, and the Tyrannosaurus' calf was pierced, and soon his left shoulder was cut by a flying knife.
Later, there were more and more scars on his body. Although they were not critical parts, the whole body looked dripping with blood and looked extremely embarrassed.
With a loud bang, Tyrannosaurus knocked down the last flying knife. He fell into a state of rage. He could not help but grit his teeth and roared: "You bastard, I'm going to tear you alive!"
As he spoke, he raised his mace and charged forward again.
After a series of confrontations just now, Chen Haoran's face was already pale, he was panting like an ox, and his face was dripping with sweat. It was obvious that the wear and tear on him was considerable.
However, he still gritted his teeth, stepped back, and connected his hands with seals again. In an instant, he suddenly condensed ninety-nine and eighty-one flying knives.
Densely packed flying knives floated in front of me, which looked a bit frightening.
At this moment, Tyrannosaurus's complexion finally changed, and a solemn look appeared on his face.
"Good boy, now I finally understand why you can become the young master of the Tang Sect. Your talent is much better than that of the White Dragon Envoy!"
The Tyrannosaurus took a long breath, then gritted his teeth and hummed: "However, as you are now, I'm afraid you are not my opponent yet!"
After saying these words, Tyrannosaurus' whole body surged with momentum, apparently stimulating the true energy in his body.
