Yu Zongbao instantly felt an invisible force from all directions squeezing towards his body, sealing off all the space around him.
Yu Zongbao roared. The long spear in his hand instantly thrust out sixty-four times, forming a terrifying torrent of spear strikes, blocking Zhang Hao's punch.
"Invincible Spear Momentum!"
With a "boom!" there was a loud explosion.
The two forces collided in the void. Yu Zongbao's hand went numb, feeling as though his spear strike had hit a copper wall and iron barrier. Immediately after, a huge force rebounded.
"Pfft!" Yu Zongbao's face paled. His entire body flew backward.
Zhang Hao coldly snorted and pounced towards Yu Zongbao like a shadow. The next second, he arrived behind Yu Zongbao.
"Chrysanthemum Remains!"
Whenever Zhang Hao shouted Chrysanthemum Remains, the youths Martial Warriors below couldn't help but feel a chill in their chrysanthemums, and they couldn't help but clench their legs together.
Zhang Hao looked at that big fat buttocks and felt his foot itch, so he kicked down fiercely.
Yu Zongbao felt a great force pour into his rear, and he flew out as if riding on clouds and mist. Then he landed on the ground.
With a "rumble!" there was a huge sound.
Yu Zongbao felt as if all the bones in his body were falling apart. Thinking of what Zhang Hao had said to him earlier, his heart turned cold. Although his whole body ached, he still couldn't help but turn his head to look. He found that his pants had been blown open in a large area, and his buttocks were exposed just like that. In his ears, he heard the sounds of the surrounding Martial Warriors clicking their tongues in admiration.
"Wow, I didn't expect the Spear Marquis's buttocks to be so tender..."
"Yeah! It would be great if I could touch them." Said a chubby girl with a face full of pimples.
"They are quite big, I like the Spear Marquis's butt..."
Yu Zongbao's head shook, and he instantly felt a huge wave of humiliation wash over him, causing him to faint.
Wen Tailai, who was on the high platform in the distance, saw this and immediately crushed the porcelain in front of the table. He said angrily, "Useless trash."
Zhang Hao stood on the battle platform expressionlessly, without the slightest bit of sympathy for this. For someone who wanted to kill him, it was already good that he hadn't killed him on the spot. He was just returning the favor.
"Cough cough... kid, sparring in a martial arts competition, don't you have to be so indecent! It's a bit corrupting!" The Referee looked at Zhang Hao and said helplessly.
Zhang Hao shook his head and said very innocently, "Senior, this move of mine has not yet reached the pinnacle of perfection, otherwise, I could control it."
The Referee glanced at Zhang Hao and shook his head. He was just saying that. In a martial arts competition, let alone exposing buttocks, even death is unavoidable, so he couldn't say anything to Zhang Hao.
"Senior, can you announce my victory now?" Zhang Hao asked the Referee.
The Referee glanced at Zhang Hao and said, "Oh, in this match, Zhang Hao wins."
Only then did Zhang Hao walk down the battle platform, receiving congratulations from his companions.
"Zhang Hao, you are really awesome. I am proud of you."
Liu Jie, Mo Qing, Chu Wei, and others came forward to greet him.
"En..."
At this moment, with Zhang Hao's victory, it was estimated that many Outer Sect Disciples below the stage would go to the rooftop. Many Outer Sect and even Inner Sect Disciples had spent a lot of crystal stones to bet on Yu Zongbao's victory. But now, with Yu Zongbao's defeat, many Disciples were going to lose everything.
An Outer Sect Disciple with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks said, "Damn, I even mortgaged my wife to bet on Yu Zongbao winning. Now I'm finished."
Another Outer Sect Disciple with a deer head and rat eyes said disdainfully, "Come on, your wife weighs 380 catties, I guess no one would dare to take her! I'm the one who's miserable, I even mortgaged my mother. Now I don't have a mother."
...
Zhang Hao felt countless Killing Intents locking onto him from all directions, and he instantly felt a chill down his spine. He asked Liu Jie in surprise, "Liu Jie, do you know what's going on? Why do I feel like everyone has a deep-seated hatred for me?"
Liu Jie chuckled and said, "Because you made them lose money! Naturally, they are very unhappy with you."
Suddenly, Zhang Hao saw Chu Wei next to him looking very dejected and asked, "Chu Wei, what's wrong? Why do you look so depressed?"
Chu Wei said dejectedly, "Zhang Hao, don't hit me after I tell you! I just spent 1000 lower grade crystal stones betting on you losing..."
Zhang Hao: "..."
Liu Jie: "..."
Zhang Hao looked at Chu Wei and said somewhat impolitely, "Chu Wei, come here for a moment, I have something to talk to you about."
Chu Wei looked at Zhang Hao with a sense of resignation and followed him to the corner.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
In the corner, sounds of miserable screams could be heard that made listeners sad and brought tears to their eyes. Even the passing Martial Warriors were trembling with fear upon hearing them.
This time, after Zhang Hao defeated Yu Zongbao, his popularity instantly skyrocketed, becoming the most popular person besides Evil Sword Sheng Qianming.
On the high platform in the distance.
The Black-Clad Youth said to Wen Tailai, "Senior Brother Wen, don't worry, this kid is nothing to my Evil Sword. Leave him to me!"
Wen Tailai glanced at the Black-Clad Youth and nodded, saying, "Hmm, but you still need to be careful. This kid is a bit strange and doesn't seem as simple as he looks on the outside."
The Black-Clad Youth said with a cold expression, "It's fine, I'm not that undeserving fellow Yu Zongbao."
Wen Tailai nodded. This Evil Sword Sheng Qianming is indeed much stronger than Yu Zongbao in terms of strength. If he takes action, they can indeed be much more at ease.
Wen Tailai said to Sheng Qianming, "Qianming, then this time it's up to you. I hope you won't disappoint me."
On this day, Zhang Hao's second match quickly arrived.
Standing in front of Zhang Hao was a big man who used a hammer.
Zhang Hao looked at this big man who was burly and full of Killing Intent, standing there like an iron tower, somewhat similar to Ying Da. It seemed he was a Cultivator. It seemed this battle might be very interesting.
"Match begins!" The Referee shouted.
"Get down for me!"
Zhang Hao was about to strike with his fist.
"Wait!"
The big man suddenly shouted.
Zhang Hao thought this youth had something to say, so he stopped his movement and looked at the big man.
"I'll go down myself!"
After saying that, the big man indeed jumped down by himself.
Zhang Hao was dumbfounded at this moment. He said in surprise, "This works too?"
The Referee was also somewhat speechless and announced Zhang Hao's victory.
Below the stage, the big man's friends looked at him with great disdain.
"Kou Biao, you're too spineless! Even if you lose, at least put on a show. How can you surrender without even fighting?"
Kou Biao smiled awkwardly and said, "No choice, as soon as I saw him, I felt my rear hurt, and my fighting spirit instantly vanished!"
Upon hearing Kou Biao's explanation, the people around suddenly understood. It turned out this guy had a psychological trauma.