Zhang Hao slightly narrowed his eyes. Although it was only one move, he could already see how powerful the Gun Hou Yu Zongbao was. As expected, he was one of the seeded players.
At the seventh match, it was finally Zhang Hao's turn to go on stage.
"Zhang Hao versus Ou Hai," the Referee shouted.
As the Referee's voice fell, a burly youth stepped onto the stage. This youth was broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, with a massive build. Standing there, he was like an iron tower. The Martial Warriors around were intimidated by his aura and couldn't help but shrink their necks.
"Little Tyrant Ou Hai! I heard he was born with divine strength and could tear apart tigers and leopards with his bare hands when he was three years old. I wonder if it's true," a Martial Warrior exclaimed.
"It should be true! His strength is indeed immense. I once saw him defeat the Cultivator Zhou Biao with brute force," another Martial Warrior said.
The surrounding Martial Warriors discussed animatedly, with the vast majority not favoring Zhang Hao.
"Zhang Hao, come up and die!" Ou Hai roared loudly.
"Zhang Hao, be careful!"
Liu Jie, Mo Qing, and others looked at Zhang Hao with concern.
When Liu Jie and the others saw Little Tyrant Ou Hai, they instantly felt a chill down their spines. Little Tyrant Ou Hai's eyes didn't look like those of a Human at all, but rather like those of a soulless Ferocious Beast.
Zhang Hao said lightly, "There might be many people in this Northern Region who can kill me, Zhang Hao, but Little Tyrant Ou Hai is definitely not among them."
After Zhang Hao finished speaking, he stomped heavily on the ground and jumped onto the battle stage.
"Zhang Hao, someone bought your life from me. Be careful," Little Tyrant Ou Hai said, smacking his large mouth as he looked at Zhang Hao.
At this moment, Little Tyrant looked at Zhang Hao with eyes that seemed to be looking at a dead person.
"Oh, you'll regret taking this job," Zhang Hao said with a cold smile.
"Match begins!" The Referee was completely unresponsive to the conversation between Zhang Hao and Little Tyrant Ou Hai.
Although killing is prohibited in matches, a match is still a match, and all sorts of things can happen. No one can stop it. Therefore, the number of Martial Warriors who die during the Outer Gate Competition each year is still quite high.
"Boom!"
Little Tyrant Ou Hai threw a punch towards Zhang Hao. This punch was fierce and powerful, with layers of air exploding beneath his fist.
Zhang Hao thought to himself, 'As expected, he was born with divine strength. Even without using True Qi, this punch is almost as powerful as my strength before my Breakthrough.'
Zhang Hao also wanted to test how powerful his current Half-Step Martial Ancestor Physical Body was. Therefore, he didn't dodge or evade, and punched towards Little Tyrant Ou Hai.
"Bang!"
The two fists collided in the air.
The entire battle stage shook violently. Zhang Hao and Ou Hai involuntarily retreated three steps, their footing unsteady.
Ou Hai looked at Zhang Hao with some surprise, clearly not expecting Zhang Hao to be able to match him in strength. He immediately cried out in anger.
"Mad Demon Fist Technique!"
Ou Hai unleashed the Mad Demon Fist Technique, sending countless fists raining down towards Zhang Hao.
"Sun Heart!"
"Lung Splitting!"
"Severed Liver and Intestines!"
Zhang Hao used the Seven Injury Fist.
Three domineering fist shadows instantly annihilated Ou Hai's attack. The final punch broke through Ou Hai's defense and slammed into him. Although Ou Hai was a rough individual, his combat talent was still decent. He instantly sensed danger and stomped heavily on the battle stage, attempting to dodge.
But he was fast, and Zhang Hao's speed was even faster. Like a shadow, he pursued and punched Little Tyrant Ou Hai in the chest.
With a "bang!"
Little Tyrant Ou Hai let out a muffled grunt. His massive body, like a small mountain, was sent flying. The Disciples watching below didn't expect the sudden disaster and couldn't dodge in time. They were knocked head over heels by Ou Hai's huge body.
Ou Hai lay on the ground, his face pale, spitting up large mouthfuls of blood. He had clearly suffered serious injuries.
The Referee glanced at Zhang Hao and said, "In this match, Zhang Hao wins."
Although Zhang Hao, who was considered weak during the assessment, defeated Little Tyrant Ou Hai, it didn't attract too much attention. After all, Little Tyrant Ou Hai was not considered much in Group Five, which was full of experts. It was just that in the eyes of most people, the possibility of Little Tyrant Ou Hai winning against Zhang Hao was greater. Therefore, this match was just a minor upset.
After Zhang Hao left the stage,
Mo Qing, Liu Jie, and Shi Lei all congratulated Zhang Hao.
"Zhang Hao, you did great," Liu Jie said excitedly to Zhang Hao.
Zhang Hao smiled slightly and said, "It's nothing."
On a high platform not far away, two youths stood beside Wen Tailai. One of the youths was precisely the Gun Hou Yu Zongbao who had previously gone on stage.
"Did you see that? I want you to torture this person to death," a hint of ferocity appeared on Wen Tailai's face.
"This person is already a dead man. What I, Yu Zongbao, care more about is whether Senior Brother Wen's promise can really be fulfilled?" Yu Zongbao's eyes revealed a greedy look.
"Of course, my reputation in this regard, Wen Tailai, should be quite good. A Breakthrough Pill is nothing to This Young Master," Wen Tailai smiled slightly.
The other Black-Clad Youth asked Wen Tailai indifferently, "Senior Brother Wen, with your status, dealing with this weakling should be easy. Why do you need to rely on others?"
Wen Tailai said lightly, "Because this kid, somehow got lucky and actually knows Elder Tu of the Inner Sect. Elder Tu once had someone warn me, so it's naturally not convenient for me to act."
Upon hearing that Zhang Hao was actually connected to Elder Tu, Yu Zongbao and the Black-Clad Youth's expressions became somewhat solemn.
Wen Tailai seemed to know their thoughts. He said lightly, "Don't worry, only I and a few others know about the relationship between Zhang Hao and Elder Tu. You are currently competing, and no one can predict what will happen during a match. I presume that even if you kill him, with Elder Tu's broad-mindedness, he won't say anything."
Wen Tailai's words immediately dispelled their doubts. Indeed, although killing is forbidden in the Outer Gate Competition, about one-tenth of the people still die during the competition each year, which is unavoidable. If Zhang Hao were killed during the Outer Gate Competition, even Elder Tu couldn't say anything.
Yu Zongbao finally made up his mind and nodded, saying, "Alright, I, Yu Zongbao, will take this job. I hope Senior Brother Wen can fulfill his promise when the time comes."
The Black-Clad Youth also said in a deep voice, "I am the same."
After Yu Zongbao and the Black-Clad Youth left, Wen Tailai said with a very smug expression, "Hehe, Zhang Hao, now I'll see if you still won't die?"
The first round of elimination matches will last for five days. Zhang Hao still has one match on the first day. This time, he drew Hou Zhibai.
Dou Bi said to Zhang Hao with a solemn expression, "Zhang Hao, I just went to inquire. Your opponent this time is not simple. He is a Half-Step Martial Ancestor, and his fast sword is extremely sharp. He will be difficult to deal with."