The second round of the competition will end soon, and the top ten have been temporarily settled. The eyes of the other nine people looking at Han Yu are quite complicated. Finally, Han Shuang smiled at Han Yu and congratulated Han Yu.
Next, is the challenge. If someone thinks they can beat someone in the ring, they can challenge it, and if they win, they can take that person's place.
Everyone thought that Han Yu would be challenged by many people here, but after more than ten minutes of the challenge, no one challenged Han Yu.
There were three arenas challenged, two of which ended in failure. But what is surprising is that Han Feng, who was enough to rank in the top five of the family, was defeated by a person from the fifth level of Yuanwu.
After losing, Han Feng immediately ran to the seventh ring, pointed at Han Yu and said, "I want to challenge you!"
After everyone was stunned, they all reacted.
"I just said that Han Feng, who is at the seventh level of Yuanwu, can't be easily defeated. It turns out that he is taking this opportunity to challenge Han Yu!"
"Someone doesn't want Han Yu to advance!"
Han Zhan looked at Han Qingyun and said angrily: "Despicable and shameless, play this villain's trick!"
With the strength Han Yu showed, no one in the audience could compare. Only some individuals on stage have the strength to suppress Han Yu. It's just that the people on the stage can't learn from each other. Han Qingyun actually came up with a strategy for people to lose first and then challenge them. The intention is not poisonous.
Han Qingyun sneered: "That's Han Feng's own choice. If Han Yu has the strength to defeat Han Feng, why worry?"
Han Zhan took a deep breath and suppressed the anger in his heart.
Han Feng jumped up and gently landed on the ring No. 7. His movement was unusually elegant, causing countless screams. All eyes are cast, this will be the most exciting match in the entire campaign.
Han Yu frowned slightly, Han Feng is a master of the seventh level of Yuanwu, and he is two levels higher than him. It is really not easy to win. However, he must not lose.
"If you admit defeat now, you still have a chance. Otherwise, if I move my hands, you won't even have a chance to admit defeat." Han Feng put his hands behind his back and didn't take Han Yu seriously.
"Have the ability to speak with your fists!" Han Yu responded coldly.
The corners of Han Feng's mouth were slightly raised, showing a trace of disdain, and he said nothing.
"Although Han Feng's actions are a bit inauthentic, if Han Yu can't even pass Han Feng's level, the clan will not be able to win the first place, and the final result will be the same!"
"Han Yu rarely cultivates vitality. With his talent, he should be able to quickly catch up with others. It's a pity that he will be kicked out of the family before he grows up. I wonder if it will be our Han family's loss? "
"His talent? I'm dying of laughter. It took three years to break through from the third level of Yuanwu to the fifth level of Yuanwu. This is the talent of the scum!"
"Shh!"
Han Feng suddenly started, and his movements were so fast that many people didn't see what was going on, so he approached Han Yu.
Han Yu's pupils shrank, he decided to strike first, his fists moved in circles, and he struck nine punches in the blink of an eye. Every time Han Yu hits a punch, the dragon in his dantian roars, which invisibly adds to Han Yu's imposing aura, but outsiders can't hear it.
"Flower fist embroidered legs!"
Han Feng had a look of disdain, and he didn't avoid it, and he punched Han Yu abruptly.
"bang bang bang..."
Under the head-to-head, both of them retreated and were evenly matched.
"It's my turn now!"
Han Feng jumped up and kicked three times in succession, and before he landed, he spun and slashed with a whip, causing Han Yu to back up more than ten steps.
After Han Feng landed, he immediately rushed towards Han Yu, and his shot was the exhaust palm. The high-pitched wind sounded like a wild animal howling, and it shook the eardrums of some people for a while.
Han Feng is ten times better than Han Jian in the use of the exhaust palm alone.
Han Yu didn't make a hard contact, and dodged to avoid it, but Han Feng slammed one hand after another, and it didn't take long for Han Yu to be suppressed in a very small space.
"Being able to fight Han Feng for such a long time, Han Yu should be proud even if he loses!"
"Why do I feel like Han Feng hasn't used his full strength yet, like he's playing Han Yu!"
"Shhhhh!"
Han Feng's palm turned into countless phantoms. Although it was one palm, it changed a lot, blocking Han Yu's many key points.
Han Yu narrowed his eyes, suddenly took a half step to the left, and then used a right hook to hit Han Feng's armpit. Forcing Han Feng to dodge and dodge, the palm technique gave up halfway.
"Han Yu actually saw the flaw in Han Feng's palm technique, his eyesight is really vicious!" a middle-aged man sighed.
After breaking Han Feng's palm, Han Yu took advantage of the victory to pursue the attack, and once again performed a combined attack of sweeping leaves and volleying in the air, forcing Han Feng to retreat.
For a while, he even gained the upper hand.
Everyone's eyes widened, not even daring to blink. Many people thought that Han Yu was just a trick in Han Feng's hands, but they didn't expect it to persist until now.
Han Feng was forced to the edge of the ring by Han Yu, and finally broke out!
"I don't use all my strength, do you think you can really suppress me?"
Han Feng's vitality was boiling, his body was shaken, and his breath suddenly improved a notch.
"Tiger Fist!"
Han Feng shouted, his body was like a tiger throwing out, and then he punched out.
Tiger Fist is the first form of the Han family's second-order martial arts dragon and tiger boxing, and it is the most offensive martial skill of the Han family. Only experts above the seventh level of Yuanwu can cultivate.
Although Han Feng's tiger-shaped fist has not yet been completed, its power is unimaginable. At the moment of the shot, there was a roaring sound of a tiger.
Han Yu wanted to dodge, but found that Han Feng's punching speed was too fast to give him a chance at all. As soon as he gritted his teeth, he mobilized all the vitality in his body, and slammed it out with a punch.
"Roar!" Shenlong roared, although outsiders couldn't hear it, his aura completely suppressed the tiger roar of the tiger-shaped fist. He exhaled the black gas and blessed Han Yu's vitality, which greatly increased Han Yu's combat power.
"Bang!"
The fists of the two collided heavily, and Han Yu's body suddenly flew out like a sandbag and smashed into the ring. This time, Han Yu was at an absolute disadvantage.
In the Korean War in the stands, his fists were clenched, and he was extremely nervous. Han Qingyun sneered. With this punch, Han Yu's arm would have been abolished, and it was only a matter of time before he lost.
Han Feng retracted the move, and beads of sweat formed on his forehead. With his strength, it was extremely difficult to display the tiger-shaped fist, and one move almost exhausted all his vitality.
After taking a deep breath, he strode towards Han Yu.
"You stepped on Han Kun's mouth just now, and now I'll give it back to you!"
Han Feng walked over and stepped towards Han Yu's mouth, but he stepped into the air. At the same time, a sharp sound of breaking the air sounded, and Han Yu's fist hit his calf. Suddenly, Han Feng's calf felt the pain of a cracked bone, and his body slammed to the ground with a thud.
Han Yu stood up straight with a carp, and kicked Han Feng's belly with one kick. Han Feng quickly stretched out his hands to resist, and was kicked and slipped seven or eight meters away.