If only I could get the other incomplete parts. Just one-tenth of the incomplete part is Mystic Rank Top-Grade. Zhang Hao didn't dare to imagine what level it would be if he collected the complete set. But for now, he should first master the Swallow Shadow Drift.
After cultivating the Swallow Shadow Drift, Zhang Hao felt his speed had increased significantly. After using the Swallow Shadow Drift, three illusions appeared in the air, a mix of real and fake, making it difficult for the enemy to discern his true body.
Zhang Hao steadily stopped his steps, a hint of joy appearing on his Face. The power of Swallow Shadow Drift was good, a mix of real and fake. Cultivating it to minor completion should produce six illusions. And the speed was very fast.
This Mystic Rank Top-Grade cultivation method was worth buying. However, Zhang Hao couldn't help but feel a pang of pain when he thought that he had spent nearly ten million silver taels to buy this Mystic Rank Top-Grade cultivation method. He originally thought that earning over 20 million silver coins through luck made him a rich man, but now he was almost back to square one.
Zhang Hao muttered, "If before, I only had a fifty percent chance in the clan competition, now I have ninety percent. Zhang Kuanglong, I'm actually looking forward to seeing what other trump cards you have?"
Two days later, the final round of the clan competition elimination matches began.
This time, the clan competition entered its final elimination round. The previous elimination rounds selected the top ten. According to the clan competition rules, only the top eight could enter the final round.
Based on his previous performance, Zhang Hao was ranked eighth, which was the last spot in the top eight. This made him slightly unhappy. After all, he had won all ten matches, so why was he ranked eighth? He actually really wanted to know how this ranking was determined.
However, being eighth meant he could at least enter the top eight, so he didn't really care. Anyway, it was just a ranking, and the ranking didn't represent the final placement. What he was slightly unhappy about was that Zhang Jianfeng's ranking was actually above his, at seventh place. This made him, as the Boss, lose a bit of Face.
Now, according to the rules, the ninth and tenth ranked competitors among the top ten had the opportunity to challenge those in the top eight. As long as they won, they could replace the opponent's spot and enter the finals.
The top ten competitors stood on the battle stage, accepting the viewing ceremony from all the guests and Family Disciples.
The top ten represented the ten strongest individuals of the Zhang Family's young generation.
Zhang Hao subconsciously cast his gaze upon the other individuals among the top ten.
The first ranked was naturally Zhang Kuanglong. At this moment, Zhang Kuanglong's gaze also intersected with Zhang Hao's in the air, his eyes revealing coldness.
Zhang Kuanglong smiled coldly, thinking to himself, "Zhang Hao, after the clan competition, you will be a dead man. I'm looking forward to personally ending you."
In response to Zhang Kuanglong's undisguised Killing Intent, Zhang Hao sneered back.
Among the top ten, the most attention-grabbing were naturally the top three ranked individuals. Although this wasn't the final result, it wouldn't differ significantly from the outcome. The rankings were also temporarily based on strength and past achievements.
Zhang Hao looked at the three individuals, and information about them also appeared in his mind.
The second ranked, Zhang Xiangyu, was the first place winner in the clan competition two years ago, but he was defeated by Zhang Kuanglong after last year's competition. He fell to second place. It was said that throughout this year, Zhang Xiangyu had been training in the Demonic Beast Forest, constantly hovering between life and death, making significant progress in his strength. All of this was so he could defeat Zhang Kuanglong in the next clan competition to avenge his past humiliation.
The third ranked was Zhang Yuqiang, known as the 'Little Spear God' in the Family. Not only that, but he was also the most ruthless one in this year's clan competition. Many who fought against him were severely injured. One even had his Dantian crippled. A bloodthirsty glint occasionally flashed in his eyes.
Zhang Yanwu stood in front of the top ten competitors and said solemnly, "This final round of eliminations will adopt a ten-into-eight system. The bottom two ranked individuals can challenge the higher ranked Disciples. Understood?"
"Understood!"
"The final round of eliminations begins now!"
After Zhang Yanwu announced the start of the elimination round, Zhang Hao felt that the eyes of those two competitors were constantly fixed on him.
"Damn, why are they all looking at me? Are they all planning to choose me? This is too much bullying!" Zhang Hao felt a bit depressed.
However, upon careful thought, he was ranked eighth, which meant that on the surface, he was indeed the weakest among them. If they didn't choose him, who else would they choose?
"I choose Zhang Hao." The ninth ranked, Zhang Shu Hua, pointed his sword at Zhang Hao and said.
Zhang Hao smiled faintly and said coldly, "I accept the challenge."
After speaking, Zhang Hao also jumped onto the battle stage.
"Zhang Hao, I know you've had good luck, encountering weak opponents all the way, but now that you're facing me, your good luck ends." Zhang Shu Hua looked at Zhang Hao very arrogantly.
"Is that so? In matches, I really like using Chrysanthemum Remains to defeat opponents. I wonder if you're psychologically prepared for that now?" Zhang Hao looked at Zhang Shu Hua with a half-smile.
Zhang Shu Hua couldn't help but clench his legs when he saw Zhang Hao's malicious gaze, feeling a chill down below.
During this time, Zhang Shu Hua had also heard news about Zhang Hao's matches. It was said that the opponents he defeated were all left bare-assed, with their rear ends blooming. Especially upon hearing the three words "Chrysanthemum Remains," it sent shivers down his spine. He felt a slight ache behind his 'eggs'.
After the Referee announced the start of the match,
Zhang Shu Hua let out a loud shout, and the sword in his hand thrust towards Zhang Hao.
In an instant, Zhang Hao judged Zhang Shu Hua's cultivation level.
"Martial Master First Layer!"
Zhang Hao was slightly surprised. It seemed that those who could enter the top ten were indeed not easy to deal with!
A surge of Battle Intent also rose within Zhang Hao at this moment.
"Break for me!"
Zhang Hao threw a punch, a straightforward punch, without any fancy moves, yet it exuded a sense of dominance.
The unstoppable punch directly broke through Zhang Shu Hua's sword strike. However, Zhang Shu Hua's sword strike was originally a feint, lightly touching and then withdrawing. In the blink of an eye, he appeared behind Zhang Hao.
This sword strike came very abruptly. Zhang Shu Hua originally thought this strike could definitely heavily injure Zhang Hao, or at least make him suffer a bit.
Seeing that this sword strike was about to pierce Zhang Hao's body, Zhang Shu Hua's Face even showed a victorious smile. But soon, his smile came to an abrupt halt.
This sword strike missed.
"Afterimage!"
Zhang Shu Hua was somewhat surprised. Looking at Zhang Hao, who was standing ten meters away, watching him leisurely with his arms crossed, Zhang Shu Hua felt immense humiliation in his heart.
"Heavenly Moon Seventeen Swords!"
Zhang Shu Hua transformed into a beam of sword light and swiftly pounced towards Zhang Hao. Seventeen sword shadows, like raindrops, stabbed towards Zhang Hao's body.
The seventeen sword shadows were a mix of real and fake, containing infinite Killing Intent.
"Luo Han Fist!"
Zhang Hao didn't dodge either, preparing to use brute force to break through the opponent's move.
A tall, phantom image of a Luo Han appeared behind him. Chanting sounds lingered.
"Break for me!"
With 1200 jin of basic martial power, coupled with the amplification from Luo Han Fist, that power was absolutely terrifying.
The violent power directly shattered over ten sword shadows. A fist directly smashed into Zhang Shu Hua's body.
With a "bang!" sound. Zhang Shu Hua's body was sent flying high by a force, soaring backward, and he landed on the ground, spitting out large mouthfuls of blood.
