At eight o'clock in the morning, all the people of the Han family gathered on the martial arts arena. The Han family's clan meeting was an annual meeting where the younger generation competed and learned from each other. Teenagers from twelve to eighteen years old could participate.
The order in which the clan will be ranked will directly determine the number of training subsidies received in the coming year.
The annual clan meeting is divided into two competitions. The first is an election contest, in which the younger generation in the Han family competes to select the top ten; Young disciples who went to Floating Cloud Sect to study and competed together.
The election competition will be held today, and the ranking competition will be held in ten days!
"Xiaoyu!" In the crowd, a tall, beautiful girl with a beautiful face squeezed away from the crowd and walked towards Han Yu. Others were very surprised. Han Shuang was the leader of the younger generation of the family. He was usually arrogant and cold, but he seemed to be a different person to Han Yu.
"Sister Han Shuang!" Han Yu smiled slightly. Now that he has cultivated his vitality, he seems more confident.
Han Shuang leaned into Han Yu's ear and whispered, "Xiaoyu, I have already greeted Han Kang and Han Lin. If they meet you, they will let you!"
Although Han Shuang looked down on Han Yu, Han Yu was very moved. Now the younger generation of the Han family, apart from his cousin Han Yi, who was studying in the Floating Cloud Sect, Han Shuang treated him the best.
"Sister Han Shuang, don't worry, if I don't get the first place, I will never fall!" Han Yu's eyes flashed with determination.
Han Shuang nodded, she liked Han Yu's character of not admitting defeat, but she secretly sighed, at this time, Han Yu can solve the problem by not admitting defeat.
"Yo ho, I heard it right, the trash still wants to take the first place? Let's count to the bottom!" A short, chubby boy with a pink complexion came over. This person's name is Han Kun, the grandson of Han Qingyun. He is arrogant and domineering in the Han family, and few people dare to provoke him.
Han Yu glanced at Han Kun coldly, but didn't say anything.
With a meaningful smile on his face, Han Kun said, "Han Yu, I have a hunch that you will meet me in the first round, and be beaten by me, kneel down and beg for mercy. You have plenty of time now. Think about it, how can you beg me!"
After Han Kun finished speaking, he turned around and left. He wanted to attack Han Yu a few more words, but with Han Shuang there, he didn't dare to go too far.
Han Yu looked at Han Kun's back, and his eyes became colder!
Han Qingyun stood on the high platform and said some encouraging words first, and then explained the rules of the competition according to the script, and finally Han Zhan announced the start of the competition.
Forty people who participated in this clan meeting went to the front to draw lots. Han Yu was drawn to the No. 7 ring in the first match, and went straight to the ring.
"Haha, how is it, brother's prophecy has come true, you met me!" A short, chubby, pink-faced teenager boarded the seventh ring, not Han Kun.
This competition was obviously deliberately done by someone. Han Kun's father wanted to replace Han Zhan as the next patriarch of the Han family. It would be better for Han Kun to defeat Han Yu.
Many arenas have already started, and there are many people around each arena. In contrast, the No. 7 arena has the most viewers, not to say that their competition in this arena will be exciting, but because Han Yu's success or failure is related to the fate of the patriarch.
"Have you figured out how to beg for mercy, wait a minute, if you don't speak well, I won't give up easily!" Han Kun's eyes flashed a ruthless color.
His purpose today is not only to defeat Han Yu, but also to humiliate Han Yu in every possible way.
"This sentence is returned to you!" Han Yu's face sank.
"Ignorance waste, stubborn when death is imminent!"
As the referee started, Han Kun raised his legs and rushed over.
"Flame Fist!"
With a loud shout, Han Kun swung his right fist out, and people saw that there was a strange flame burning on his fist, so that the surrounding temperature soared rapidly.
"Although Flame Fist is only a first-order martial skill, it is known for being domineering. Generally, the sixth level of Yuanwu can only be cultivated. I didn't expect that Han Kun, who is at the fifth level of Yuanwu, has already achieved greatness. His aptitude is among the juniors of the family. Excellent."
Not only were ordinary people concerned about the battle situation here, but the Han War and the seven elders were all watching nervously. Han Kun made a move, and Han Qingye, the elder of the Martial Arts Pavilion, said with admiration.
"The power of Kun'er's punch is even a person of the sixth level of Yuanwu, and it is difficult to resist." Han Qingyun laughed, his face even proud. Han Yu couldn't resist Han Kun's punch, the patriarch of Han Zhan was at his fingertips!
"Trash, it's useless for you to beg for mercy now!"
Han Kun's fist was still one meter away from Han Yu, and the fist wind raised Han Yu's hair. Because of the soaring temperature, Han Yu's forehead was covered with sweat.
"Haha, I'm afraid of this waste, but it's too late. Brother Kun makes a move, and there is no possibility of taking it back, even if he kneels down to beg for mercy." One of Han Kun's valet laughed.
Han Yu's body was as still as loose, shaking hands into fists, and then he punched out.
"The power of Brother Kun's punch is comparable to that of a master of the sixth level of Yuanwu, and the flames have terrifying destructive power. He even thought of hitting hard. Not only is he useless, he's also a fool!" Han Kun added. A follower was sarcastic, but just after he finished speaking, the smile on his face instantly froze.
With a loud bang, the flames on Han Kun's fist were shaken, and his body flew out, while Han Yu's body remained motionless.
Everyone was in an uproar, Han Yu actually knocked Han Kun flying with one punch, what a power! Of course, Han Yu hadn't used his vitality yet in this punch. If he used his vitality, the effect would be even more astonishing.
"Shh!"
Before Han Kun could recover, Han Yu took a step forward and rushed out. Just as Han Kun stumbled to his feet, Han Yu had already rushed forward, and the strong wind driven by his fist made Han Kun's pupils shrink. In a panic, he quickly put up his hands to block.
"boom!"
Han Yu's fist hit Han Kun's arm like a sledgehammer, and Han Kun took a few steps back and sat on the ground. Han Yu chased after the victory, his body spun, and a whip leg slashed down, just above Han Kun's chest, Han Kun felt a tightness in his heart, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.
Everyone was stunned. The elders on the high platform had already come to the edge of the platform, and they could not wait to stretch their necks out as giraffes. Han Qingyun's face turned blue and white, and at the same time, he was horrified. How could Han Yu have such terrifying power
"Have you figured out how to beg for mercy?" Han Yu looked at Han Kun coldly.
Han Kun's heart froze. He had an intuition that if he didn't ask for mercy, Han Yu would probably kill him.
"I think… "
Before he could say the word "lose", Han Yu stepped on Han Kun's mouth, and with a little force, he heard the sound of teeth breaking.
"woooooooo..."
Han Kun screamed in pain, but couldn't make a sound.
"Stop!" Han Qingyun was taken aback.
Han Yu glanced at Han Qingyun, snorted coldly, kicked Han Kun's ribs, and Han Kun rolled off the ring like a sandbag.