"Who cares? I'm going to test his strength first." An old student held a giant ax, swept down from the high platform, stepped forward, and rushed directly to Han Yi without even saying hello.
Boom, boom, boom, the fighting battlefield shook slightly. Han Yi looked at the old man who looked like a man in surprise. He could cause such a commotion, which showed how powerful the opponent was.
"Body Refining Technique."
Han Yi smiled, stepped forward, and punched out. The big man's giant ax slashed down, and the air screamed as it was torn apart.
The disciples who were watching had different expressions when they saw that Han Yi was actually planning to use his flesh and blood body to resist the big man's axe.
"Is this kid looking for death? The Mad Lion Technique practiced by Xia Hou is powerful, and the mountain-breaking ax is even sharper and heavier. Not to mention flesh and blood, even fine steel cannot withstand it." Someone sneered.
"Looking at that kid's appearance, he shouldn't be incompetent. He must be relying on something to do this." Some people hold a different view.
However, at the next moment, all the arguments were shattered by Han Yi's force. He punched the blade of Xiahou's mountain axe, and sparks exploded.
Amidst the huge shaking sound, Xiahou stepped back more than ten steps in a row, his face flushed, and his blood surging. His arms were numb while holding the mountain ax, and his eyes became serious as he looked at Han Yi.
"Good boy, I can't tell you that you have also practiced the Body Refining Spirit Art, not bad, not bad." Xia Hou looked serious, "Next, I will start to get serious."
"Please give me some advice, senior brother." Han Yi clasped his fists.
"Okay, I will give you a good lesson."
Xiahou's voice was like thunder, a layer of amber aura emerged from his body, and the roar of a lion came from his body, revealing the majesty of the king of beasts.
Phew, he appeared in front of Han Yi in a flash, and the mountain ax struck down with a force of ten thousand kilograms. Han Yi had no expression on his face, bent his knees, lowered his legs, and boom, the battle field beneath his feet shook again.
"How can this be?"
The disciples who were watching all had expressions of disbelief. On the battlefield, Han Yi actually put his hands together and clamped the mountain-breaking ax struck by Xiahou.
Xiahou's face turned red. He was holding the mountain ax in both hands, his muscles were beating, and the corners of his mouth were twitching slightly. However, no matter how hard he tried, the mountain ax remained motionless. Han Yi's palm seemed to be filled with a huge force and could not be shaken at all.
"Crazy Lion Technique, Iron Lion Roar."
He suddenly opened his mouth, a huge roar came from his throat, and invisible sound waves fell towards Han Yi's head.
Han Yi's face turned slightly pale. He was caught off guard and almost lost his mind due to the roar of the lion. However, with his strong mental power, he naturally recovered in an instant.
Seeing that Han Yi's eyes had not changed at all despite his iron lion's roar, Xiahou's eyes were full of disbelief.
"It's nothing more than a lion's roar." Han Yi snorted coldly, suddenly used his hands to push the mountain ax away, and punched it out.
Bang, Xiahou was hit in the chest, his whole body flew out uncontrollably, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his throat.
Before he could stand up, Han Yi suddenly appeared in front of him again and struck out with a punch. The air around him seemed to freeze under the punch, and Xia Hou was unable to dodge.
"I surrender."
Xia Hou shouted, Han Yi's small fist stopped in front of his eyes, the solid air began to flow again, and the terrifying power disappeared silently.
"I agree." Han Yi closed his fist and raised his hand.
Cold sweat rolled down his forehead one after another, and Xiahou breathed a sigh of relief. He couldn't resist Han Yi's punch at all. If it fell, he would be seriously injured even if he didn't die.
"Junior Brother Han's strength is indeed amazing." Xia Hou smiled bitterly and suddenly changed the subject, "But I heard that the master of the palace has accepted one of this year's freshmen as his disciple, and that person is also named Han Yi."
Han Yi smiled and glanced at the high platform watching the battle. Hundreds of people's eyes were fixed on him, either in anticipation or enthusiasm.
"Yes, I am just the teacher's direct disciple."
Hearing Han Yi's personal admission, there was an uproar on the high platform, and many old students found it unbelievable. Han Yi had only been in the government for half a year, but his strength was already comparable to that of old students at the Lingzong level. This is simply unbelievable.
"I remember he didn't look like this a few months ago. Why has his skin color turned darker now?" an old student wondered.
"Tch, I'm really ignorant. Looking at the power he exploded just now, it is obviously the result of practicing some kind of body refining spirit."
"I see."
After Xia Hou left, Han Yi spoke calmly again.
"Please ask the next senior brother for advice."
"Zhang Yisheng came to ask for advice."
From somewhere on the high platform, a young man wearing a blue robe flew down. He was about twenty years old.
"Zhang Yisheng, before he ranked among the top 100 in the last foreign competition, he was very powerful." said an old student.
"Well, this guy is much stronger than Xia Hou. I wonder if Han Yi can beat him?"
"You'll know after you read it."
"Senior Brother Zhang." Han Yi greeted him.
"Junior Brother Han, with your late cultivation as a spiritual master, you are still the first person to dare to start a gambling war in these hundreds of years." Zhang Yisheng said with a smile, but he didn't know whether it was appreciation or ridicule.
Han Yi didn't answer, just smiled, raised his hand, and a surging spiritual power began to gather.
"Arrogant." Seeing that Han Yi ignored him, Zhang Yi said angrily.
Qiang, the long sword was unsheathed, cutting the air, and the silver sword light suddenly appeared in front of Han Yi's eyes, piercing his eyes.
Han Yi raised his hand, but his seemingly slow movement turned out to be unexpectedly fast. The light of the sword that struck him disappeared at his fingertips. He actually caught the sword thrust from Zhang Yisheng with two fingers.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Yisheng's pupils shrank suddenly. After watching the battle between Han Yi and Xia Hou, he naturally knew that Han Yi's physical body was extremely powerful, not afraid of swords, and even his strength was extremely terrifying, but he actually dared to use two fingers to pick it up.
His own sharp sword, this is simply an insult to him.
"Bastard." Zhang Yisheng's spiritual power exploded, and golden light enveloped his whole body, giving off a strong aura of sharpness.
He slapped the hilt of the sword, and the long sword flew away from Han Yi's fingers, and streaks of golden light sputtered out, like sharp needles.
Han Yi moved lightly, his figure beating like lightning, and all the sword rays failed. Zhang Yisheng flew up, grabbed the sword, and danced wildly in the air.
"Jin Xuan Sword Technique, Thirteen Swords of Splitting the Sky."
Whoosh whoosh... Thirteen golden sword rays shot down in succession, each one extremely slender, like a golden thread tens of meters long.
"Glimpse of light."
Whoa, Han Yi flashed on the battlefield, and phantoms emerged one after another. Those phantoms were split into two under the golden sword light. Boom, boom, boom, explosions kept ringing in the battlefield, and golden bombardments were heard.
Exploded on the ground.
"What a terrifying speed." The old students looked solemn when they saw that Han Yi had completely dodged those sword attacks.
Zhang Yisheng fell from the sky, his eyes fixed on Han Yi. The golden light condensed on the long sword, dazzling like a knife.