The Transformation Realm Luo Han Fist is completely sufficient. If Luo Han Fist can crush Li Jinwen, it can naturally crush the weaker Wang Taizhen.
"Bang!"
Fists collided.
The terror of Luo Han Fist, amplified by five layers of power, is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
Wang Taizhen suddenly felt his punch being scattered. An extremely violent force rebounded from Zhang Hao's fist, directly sending his body flying.
Zhang Hao used Swallow Shadow Drift, his body flickered, and he appeared beside Wang Taizhen. He ruthlessly threw a punch downwards.
Fast, too fast, this punch was too sudden.
Wang Taizhen was greatly alarmed. He reached out to block. But Zhang Hao's punch, delivered with accumulated power, directly pushed away Wang Taizhen's arm. It went straight through, directly slamming into Wang Taizhen's body.
Wang Taizhen let out a muffled groan. He spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, and his body flew backward like a kite with a broken string.
Zhang Hao would not give Wang Taizhen any time to resist. He pursued him like a shadow. He unleashed over ten explosive punches, each hitting flesh, directly beating Wang Taizhen until he collapsed on the ground.
The scene was dead silent. Wang Taizhen was like Li Jinwen, belonging to the first tier of Martial Warriors. Unexpectedly, he was also defeated, and so quickly at that.
"How could I lose... you..."
Wang Taizhen's eyes were about to pop out. He, the dignified Prodigy of the Wang Family, was defeated today like a dead dog, and the one who defeated him was the useless Zhang Hao, whom he despised the most.
"Pfft!" Wang Taizhen was so angry that it rushed to his heart. He immediately fainted.
After Wang Taizhen was carried away, the scene was momentarily strangely silent. It was as if the Martial Warriors present had not yet processed the scene that just occurred.
At this moment, the young Martial Warriors present looked at Zhang Hao with reverence instead of contempt and disdain. Having consecutively defeated two prodigies ranked in the first tier, Zhang Hao had now completely shed his reputation as a waste. If he was still considered a waste, then they were simply worse than a waste.
As a result, only Zhang Hao, Murong Fei, and Yun Qiuyu still maintained a perfect winning record on the field.
Yun Qiuyu's figure drifted gracefully, descending into the arena like an immortal descending from the dust. Her beautiful eyes gazed at Murong Fei, and her voice, like silver bells, said, "Crown Prince, please enlighten me!"
"Alright!"
Murong Fei smiled faintly, drifted into the arena, stood tall and elegant, confronting Yun Qiuyu.
Because there was a match between Zhang Hao and Wang Taizhen in between, Yun Qiuyu challenging Murong Fei at this point was not considered a violation.
Yun Qiuyu and Murong Fei were the two opponents Zhang Hao felt were threatening to him in the arena. Especially since both of them used swords. This battle between swordsmen was bound to be very exciting.
Indeed, as soon as the battle began, it became heated. Even Murong Fei's expression became unusually serious. Clearly, he also attached great importance to Yun Qiuyu.
Yun Qiuyu unleashed the Ice Snow Swordplay, and the surrounding temperature instantly dropped by hundreds of degrees. If the Martial Warriors present were not strong, ordinary people would have been frozen into ice sculptures long ago.
Murong Fei also used Flying Cloud Swordplay. This Flying Cloud Swordplay is a middle-grade Profound Rank Martial Skill. Few people in the Watt Country Royal Family could master it. And Murong Fei not only mastered it, but in Zhang Hao's opinion, he had also cultivated Flying Cloud Swordplay to Great Accomplishment. This was already remarkable. One must know that it is much more difficult to improve the cultivation level of a Profound Rank Martial Skill compared to a Yellow Rank Martial Skill.
He truly is a Prodigy! Zhang Hao had to admire him.
Zhang Hao naturally knew that if he didn't have the System, this Heaven-Defying cheat, ten of him wouldn't compare to the other party. His talent was not much better than ordinary people. Compared to a true Genius like Murong Fei, he was just scum. Of course, with the System as a cheat, no matter how amazing Murong Fei's talent was, in front of him, he was just scum.
After Yun Qiuyu and Murong Fei fought intensely for nearly two hundred moves, Zhang Hao could see that Murong Fei was gaining the upper hand.
Although Yun Qiuyu's Ice Snow Swordplay was incredibly powerful, Murong Fei's Flying Cloud Swordplay, cultivated to Great Accomplishment, was elusive and traceless, formless and shadowless. It was even more difficult to deal with.
Ultimately, Yun Qiuyu lost by one move and was defeated by Murong Fei. What surprised Zhang Hao the most was that Yun Qiuyu also used three parts of Sword Intent, but under Murong Fei's four parts of Sword Intent, she still lost.
For some reason, Zhang Hao always felt that although Yun Qiuyu lost, she still held back. Did she not use her full strength? Although this feeling was very unfounded, it was very strong.
"The Crown Prince is indeed superior, Qiu Yu concedes."
Yun Qiuyu's figure flickered, leaving the battle circle, looking at Murong Fei with a shallow smile.
Although Yun Qiuyu lost, she was the most composed one.
"How do I feel that her strength is not just this?"
Ning Xue, sitting beside Zhang Hao, slightly furrowed her beautiful brows, her gaze fixed on Yun Qiuyu.
Zhang Hao looked at Ning Xue with some surprise and asked, "You have this feeling too?"
"Mhm, but perhaps I'm thinking too much! This Murong Fei's strength is good," Ning Xue smiled slightly.
Zhang Hao looked at Yun Qiuyu's face and revealed a thoughtful expression.
Ning Xue patted Zhang Hao and smiled, "Now it's your turn. The only one left on the field who can contend for first place is you. I'm rooting for you. Don't embarrass me! If you win..."
"If I win, what? Kiss me?" Zhang Hao said with a cheeky grin.
"Hmph, so confident? What if you lose?" Ning Xue snorted coldly.
"If I lose, I'll kiss you," Zhang Hao said with a smug smile.
"I won't do it. No matter how you say it, I'm the one losing out in the end," Ning Xue rolled her eyes at Zhang Hao, her eyes like silk threads.
"Brother Zhang Hao, come up! Now it seems that only we are contending for the final first place," Murong Fei stood with his hands behind his back, looking at Zhang Hao, and smiled calmly.
Zhang Hao, however, shook his head and said, "You fought one more match. I don't want to take advantage of you. You should rest and recover your True Qi."
Murong Fei's eyes flashed with brilliance. He looked at Zhang Hao and smiled, "Alright, Brother Zhang Hao is indeed upright and open. This Crown Prince admires you."
Murong Fei was not pretentious. The battle with Yun Qiuyu just now had indeed consumed a lot. Furthermore, Zhang Hao was definitely a formidable opponent, and he wasn't confident he could easily defeat him. Therefore, Murong Fei began to regulate his breathing and recover energy.
Approximately three incense sticks' worth of time passed. Murong Fei opened his eyes. He stood up, looked at Zhang Hao, and said sternly, "Alright, this Crown Prince has recovered enough."
Murong Fei walked to the center of the martial arena, looked at Zhang Hao, and said solemnly, "Zhang Hao, this Crown Prince looks forward to a battle with you."
Zhang Hao also drifted into the arena, stood before Murong Fei, and smiled, "Likewise, likewise!"
A chilling aura spread from the two people in the arena.
Even at this moment, the Martial Warriors found it somewhat difficult to imagine that this waste, who was looked down upon, had ultimately stood on the final battleground.
The young Martial Warriors below the stage were all excited. One was the original hot favorite to win the championship. The other was a dark horse who went all the way. Who would ultimately win first place? This was what the people on both sides present wanted to know the most. This result would soon be revealed.