In the audience, Wang Xiaoqi and the teenagers around him cheered loudly.
They formed a small group of their own, headed by Zhuo Yifeng, so naturally they had to cheer desperately.
The sinister head coach Wang Juefeng glanced at Ding Hao, a playful smile flashed deep in his eyes, then shrugged at Zhuo Yiyi and spread his hands, motioning for the others to get out of the way, and gave the ring to Ding Hao and Zhuo Yiyi.
The competition begins.
'Boy, you'd better just admit defeat, lest I actually make a move and I accidentally hurt you. Zhuo Yifeng stepped into the center of the ring, stood upright, smiled coldly, and did not take Ding Hao seriously at all.
He is ranked 107th in the overall list, still below Ding Hao, but he has always felt that the ranking in the overall list of the sect entrance test is simply inconsistent with his actual strength. Only by entering the top 50 in the overall list can he be true. A manifestation of strength, so he has always thought highly of himself.
Ding Hao expressionlessly pulled out the rusty sword from behind.
After becoming a registered disciple, Wenjian Sect distributed weapons and clothes to each disciple. Moreover, the fine steel swords issued by the sect were of excellent quality. They were made by the experienced and elegant craftsmen of the sect's martial arts hall and were hard to find. .
But for some reason, Ding Hao always felt that the long steel swords handed out by the sect were not as easy to use as the rusty sword found in the garbage, so he never changed weapons.
This rusty sword, with its rusty blade and rust lines that seemed ready to break at any time, looked terrible and looked like a useless fire stick.
Ding Hao pulled out the rusty sword, which immediately provoked a burst of merciless laughter and ridicule from below.
In particular, Wang Xiaoqi and his group fanned the flames, constantly laughing and hooting.
'You dare to take out a broken sword to the enemy? To be honest, it’s really a shame for me to play against you. I don’t know how you ranked 100th. Zhuo Yifeng stood in the middle of the ring with a sharp look, and sneered: "You go ahead and strike first, and I'll give you three moves, lest the brothers say I bully the weak." '
Ding Hao didn't say much, and nodded seriously: "Okay." '
The words have not yet finished.
call out!
A red light burst out in Ding Hao's hand.
He stepped on the "Jinghong Step" under his feet, and the rusty sword was like electricity, shooting out a sword light.
This move is exactly the first move in the "Cross Quick Sword". The sword moves in the middle of the palace, without any fancy.
However, when used by Ding Hao, there is a special charm and magnanimity. His whole body went from being delicate to being active in just a flash of lightning, so fast that it was undetectable.
Zhuo was shocked.
The arrogant smile on his face didn't have time to dissipate. Unbelievably, he barely had time to raise the long sword in his hand to block it.
Clang!
An explosion of metal buzzing made everyone's ears numb.
The next moment, Zhuo Yifeng felt as if he had been hit by a siege hammer. An overwhelming force hit his sword body, and then he used it along the sword body, holding it. Jian's arm was shaken instantly and he lost his intuition.
boom!
The smile on his face was still frozen, but Zhuo Yifeng had already fallen off the ring with his sword, like a broken paper kite, and hit the stone seat below hard.
In the noisy Wu She Big Butt, there was an unstoppable sound of gasping for air.
powerful!
too strong!
Incredibly strong!
It was a complete instant kill with one sword!
The whole process was so fast that some people couldn't react at all. Wang Xiaoqi and others in the audience still had smiles on their faces. In the blink of an eye, the battle was over before they understood what was happening. .
Zhuo Yifeng became a laughing stock.
Two days ago, he was bragging about his ability as one of the top ten in Qingshan East Campus.
But in front of Ding Hao, it was simply not enough﹍﹍
All the teenagers looked at Ding Hao standing majestically in the center of the arena with a look of horror, and were shocked in their hearts. Could it be that this sword is the true strength of the top 100 in the overall list
A rusty sword that looked like a fire stick was like a magic weapon in his hand.
No one dares to laugh at Ding Hao's weapons anymore.
horrible!
After realizing what happened, Wang Xiaoqi and the others' jaws almost dropped to the ground.
The sarcastic smiles on their faces have long since disappeared. Each of their mouths can be opened wide enough to stuff a big duck egg. Their wide-open eyes have an incredible expression, and they stay in place as if they were petrified.
'You sneak attacks are despicable! '
The disgraced Zhuo Yiyi got up from the ground and roared with a red face.
He obviously couldn't accept the fact that he was easily defeated by Ding Hao with just one sword.
In his opinion, Ding Hao used his extremely fast movement skills to sneak attack him in an extremely despicable manner. If he really fought, he would never lose so miserably.
He forgot, however, who was standing carelessly in the middle of the ring, asking Ding Hao to do three moves first.
'Come again, I won't accept it, and I will compete with you again﹍﹍' said Zhuo Yifeng and he was about to jump onto the ring again.
'No need. Wang Juefeng, a dark-faced and bearded man with a smirk on his face, suddenly stood up, raised his hand, and an overwhelming force blocked Zhuo Yifeng, shook his head and said: "Forget it. Stop embarrassing yourself here, you are no match for Ding Hao. '
"Impossible, he just made a sneak attack﹍﹍" Zhuo Yiyi was furious.
'I won't give up until I reach the Yellow River. Little one, lower your head and look at your chest. 'The dark-faced and bearded man sneered.
Zhuo Yiyi was startled, and when he lowered his head to look, his face suddenly changed drastically, and he looked ashen.
It turned out that at some point, a cross slit was cut in the tight-fitting green shirt on his chest, revealing the white underwear underneath. This cross crack was exactly where the heart was, and it was obviously carved in it instantly by Ding Hao's extremely fast swordsmanship that was beyond the range of his sight at the moment of the fight.
From the beginning to the end, Zhuo Yiyi did not realize that he had actually been hit by the sword long ago.
If Ding Hao had applied a little more force, it might not have been his Qingshan that was scratched, but his Zhuo Yifeng's heart. ,
Cold sweat suddenly broke out uncontrollably from the back of Zhuo Yifeng's forehead.
'I﹍﹍I﹍﹍I lost. Zhuo Yi lowered his head with a green face and had to admit his failure.
After a pause, he raised his head again, his expression gradually calmed down, stared at Ding Hao, and said seriously: "I lost today and have nothing to say. You are better than me, but this is just the beginning. One day, I will He will become stronger, and he will stand in the ring and challenge you. '
After saying that, he made a gesture of surrender, then returned to his previous seat and sat down.
Ding Hao nodded: "Okay, I'll be waiting for you at any time." '
Originally, this guy was arrogant. He said he would give up three moves at the beginning, and then said Ding Hao attacked him when he lost. Everyone had already defined him as a worthless guy. But in the end, Zhuo Yiyi was able to quickly adjust his mentality, admit defeat calmly, and maintain his fighting spirit. Still, this kind of performance made Ding Hao and the other boys in Big Butt think more highly of this guy.
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