Chapter 1928 Ten Thousand Races Fight for Hegemony 8
A higher battlefield also means that there will be more powerful opponents here.
Everyone has stood out from the battlefield ahead. How can we not be strong?
Qin Ming became much more cautious this time, no longer as careless as before, doing whatever he wanted to avoid capsizing in the gutter.
As soon as he entered the new battlefield, he suffered a blow. A prodigy from a super wealthy family met him, and a battle broke out between the two.
This outstanding opponent is the genius of the Eldar race. He is as beautiful as an elf, his eyes shine like stars, and he shoots arrows with a bow in both hands.
"This is when we meet a real opponent."
The big shots watching the battle outside were discussing.
"The time has come to test this genius of the human race! His opponent is the Flower Fairy of the Spirit Race. She is ranked in the top twenty among the Spirit Race. She is not a weakling."
Many people, hoping for a good show, set their sights on Immortal Qin and Fairy Hua of the Spirit Clan, wanting to see what kind of situation the two sides could fight.
Then... the battle is over.
Qin Ming only punched four times. The first punch broke Hua Xianzi's arrow, the second punch broke Hua Xianzi's bow, the third punch severely injured her, and the fourth... punched hard into Hua Xianzi's
When placed in the stamens, wisps of sweet juice stir up.
Hua Xianzi did not expect that she would be defeated so quickly. The majestic genius of the Spirit Clan was defeated by four punches in the face. It was really a huge loss of face. She could only leave a sad and painful expression and glared at Xianren Qin.
The spectators outside were equally astonished. Logically speaking, the top twenty geniuses of the Spirit Clan were pretty good, so they shouldn't have been defeated so quickly.
As a super powerful clan, the top twenty geniuses of the Spirit clan are not weak, but they are not far behind compared with other seed players from small and medium clans. They originally thought that there would be a fierce battle.
"Either this Spirit Clan Flower Fairy does not live up to her name and relies on her beauty to rise to the top...or Immortal Qin is too powerful and is far beyond this level."
"It's possible that it's both. I think it's really unbearable that the flower fairy didn't show the corresponding power."
"Hmph, if you meet an opponent who is several levels above you, I'm afraid you won't be able to exert much power..." The Spirit King was dissatisfied and sarcastically said.
They did not dare to quarrel with the Spirit King, so they could only talk and turn their attention elsewhere. This topic ended in vain.
However, there must be more people who are secretly paying attention to Qin Xianren. He is definitely a powerful competitor and should not be underestimated.
Qin Ming didn't take it seriously after getting rid of the flower fairy from the Spirit Tribe. After all, he would definitely encounter a more powerful opponent later, so why worry?
After carefully observing this battlefield, I found that this place was actually a desert, with a clear view and nowhere to hide. There was only an oasis in the center, clearly telling everyone that this oasis was the most important place.
Recalling the experience of the previous competition, we can predict that there must be something unusual in the oasis, and it is a must-win place for all the contestants.
Perhaps because there was nowhere to hide in the desert, Qin Ming's traces were quickly discovered by a nearby opponent. The divine light came out with murderous intent, clearly demonstrating the opponent's determination and courage to destroy the enemy.
Qin Ming took the initiative to meet him. The distance was still quite far at first, but he ran in both directions and met in mid-air in a moment, causing fierce sparks of collision.
"Boy, remember grandpa's name, you died under the sword of the barbarian King Shikong!"
A barbarian on the opposite side smiled ferociously and slashed down with a machete.
The barbarians are the old rivals of the human race. Due to their similar appearance and geographical proximity, the two tribes often have frictions and sparks of friction.
Although the hatred is not as great as that of the Qingcang clan, they are not really friends. Once they meet, they will definitely fight to the death.
Most of these barbarians can only use brute force, are best at using Qi and blood, and like to exchange injuries for injuries. The more serious their injuries, the higher their combat effectiveness and the more excited they are.
This kind of fighting method may give others a headache if they encounter it. After all, even if you can defeat these simple-minded barbarians, you may be injured yourself. Why should exquisite porcelain go head-to-head with stones?
However, Qin Ming likes this style of play the most, because his style of play is more rough and arrogant than the barbarians opposite him. He is simply the nemesis of these big muscle tyrants.
With a clang, the big sword on the opposite side was punched by Qin Ming before it could be defeated, leaving a deep split on the ground.
This barbarian was still thinking about getting angry, his energy and blood were swollen, and he wanted to exchange injuries for injuries. However, he collided with Qin Ming a few times, and the battle was over.
The Barbarian King who was watching the battle outside looked a bit ugly. It was not good to lose to anyone, but to a human being. That would naturally be a very embarrassing thing.
"Hmph, wait until the true genius of my barbarian tribe meets this Immortal Qin, and then I'll give him a good look!"
Tianjun Haoyuan almost laughed out loud. The human race was defeated by the barbarians in the last Taichu Qualification Battle, and the human race was ridiculed by the barbarians.
These barbarians are simple-minded. Once they laugh at others, they will not mince words and their words are extremely unpleasant. Today, the human race has regained some ground.
And if the battle continues like this, Haoyuan Tianjun feels that Immortal Qin is afraid that he will earn back the humiliation that the human race has lost a thousand times, and then the situation will turn and it will be the human race's turn to laugh at them, the barbarians.
Of course, the human race is a gentle people, and Haoyuan Tianjun must pay more attention to dignity. If he doesn't come forward to laugh at others, naturally there will be a strong-mouthed king who is better at talking... He has already begun to think secretly in his heart.
Wait, it’s time to arrange which one will be the king with a strong mouth.
In the desert, the fighting continues. Since there is no hiding place, the frequency of fighting is very high.
Boom! The sandstorm rolled up and rushed towards Qin Ming. This was not a natural disaster, but an opponent secretly doing it.
His spiritual consciousness swept over it, and he saw a sand sculpture flying behind the sandstorm.
"Wow haha... This kind of desert terrain is the most suitable for me to perform. Today should be the peak moment of my sand sculpture!"
The sand sculpture flew while laughing.
A pair of big wings flapped vigorously, whipping up an even more violent sandstorm, which was so lethal that most of the true immortals would have to retreat temporarily when they encountered it.
This is not an ordinary sandstorm, but a sandstorm condensed by the sand sculpture. It combines its own magical power with the power of nature. It is by no means an easy move to resist.
No wonder this sand sculpture is so arrogant.
As the sandstorm continued to move forward, the wind became stronger and stronger until it was like a powerful force that could destroy the world.
Qin Ming did not retreat like other opponents, but was directly involved in the sandstorm. This made the sand sculpture stunned, thinking that this human being was really stupid.
"The battle is over..." The sand sculpture grinned and let out a loud chirp.
The moment the cry fell, the sandstorm exploded, and then the human inside appeared in front of the sand sculpture like a god descending into the world, and rode on it fiercely.