Next, it will be Zhang Hao versus Qi Zhao. If Zhang Hao wins this battle, he can compete with Liu Mengyao for the first place. If he loses, he will become the third place.
"Next battle, Zhang Hao versus Qi Zhao!" the Referee announced.
Below the battle stage, there were Martial Warriors discussing amongst themselves at this moment.
"Who do you think will win between Zhang Hao and Qi Zhao? Who has a better chance?" a Blue-Clothed Youth asked.
"It should be Qi Zhao! Although Qi Zhao lost to Liu Mengyao, his strength is still not to be underestimated," a gray-clothed youth said.
"I think Zhang Hao might also have a chance. After all, he hasn't lost yet, and his chances of winning are not small," another Black-Clad Youth said.
Almost as soon as the Referee's words fell, Zhang Hao and Qi Zhao simultaneously jumped onto the battle stage.
Qi Zhao looked at Zhang Hao and said calmly, "This Young Master didn't expect to fight you, but don't disappoint me."
Zhang Hao raised an eyebrow. Qi Zhao's tone clearly didn't put him in his eyes. Obviously, in his heart, Liu Mengyao was his real opponent. However, Zhang Hao didn't take it to heart; everything would be decided by facts.
"I won't disappoint Brother Qi," Zhang Hao smiled faintly.
"Match start!" the Referee shouted.
Almost the instant the Referee's voice fell, Qi Zhao thrust a spear towards Zhang Hao.
This spear was extremely fast, reaching Zhang Hao in almost a single breath.
"Lingbo Micro Step!"
Zhang Hao's figure turned into a wisp of green smoke, evading Qi Zhao's attack. At the critical moment, Zhang Hao dodged Qi Zhao's spear and flashed behind him.
"Wind Capture Shadow!"
Zhang Hao swept out with a Wind God Leg.
Endless leg shadows swept towards Qi Zhao from all directions, layered upon layered. They carried terrifying destructive power, as if even the void was about to be kicked apart.
"Break for me!"
Qi Zhao roared in anger, gripped the long spear in his hand tightly, and thrust it out, killing towards Zhang Hao's location.
Wherever the long spear passed, it swept through like wind and clouds. Everything was torn apart inch by inch.
Zhang Hao's Wind God Leg was completely shattered. The sharp spear shadows, like maggots on bone, pierced towards his body, carrying tyrannical destructive power.
Zhang Hao could even feel a boundless destructive power.
"Seven Injury Fist!"
"Boom!"
Zhang Hao looked at the spear that was stabbing towards him like a shadow, gave a cold snort, and fiercely slammed a fist onto it.
The long spear was knocked away.
Zhang Hao used his movement technique and escaped the range of the opponent's attack.
"Flying Spear Eighteen Styles!"
Qi Zhao's spear was blocked, but without any pause, his eyes narrowed, and he attacked again.
Qi Zhao's Flying Spear Eighteen Styles was extremely tricky and terrifying. Almost every strike came from a different angle, stabbing towards Zhang Hao.
"Are you still not using your weapon? Or do you think you can defeat me without using a weapon?" Qi Zhao looked at Zhang Hao and asked somewhat mockingly.
Zhang Hao's expression was stern. Of course, he wasn't being arrogant; he just wanted to find Qi Zhao's weakness first.
"Alright then, let's have a good fight!"
Zhang Hao let out a roar and struck out with a saber.
"Astonishing Cold Glimpse!"
This saber strike was unstoppable, without any fancy moves. It was just one strike, a very simple strike.
The long saber broke through Qi Zhao's attack.
"Second Style of Flying Spear, Revolving Style!" Qi Zhao raised an eyebrow.
The long spear turned into scattered points of killing intent, killing towards Zhang Hao.
"Ice Seal Three Feet!"
Zhang Hao's expression was solemn. He swung his long saber out, and an endless cold current surged forth with this strike, spreading out in all directions.
The boundless cold current seemed to Ice Sealing even the air. Qi Zhao's expression changed slightly, feeling as if his attack had been blocked by Zhang Hao's cold current. This made Qi Zhao's expression change.
"Break for me!"
Qi Zhao roared in anger.
"Swallow Kill, from Flying Spear Eighteen Styles!"
Qi Zhao transformed into a giant swallow and then thrust out heavy spear shadows towards Zhang Hao, grinding down on him. Each spear contained at least several million jin of force.
Zhang Hao felt that Qi Zhao's strike had sealed all the space around him.
"Lingbo Micro Step!"
Zhang Hao gave a cold snort. His figure transformed into over ten illusions, avoiding Qi Zhao's spear shadows.
"Stay for me!"
In that instant, the long spear in Qi Zhao's hand suddenly erupted with an overwhelming force, instantly thrusting out over ten spears.
The over ten illusions Zhang Hao had created were all shattered by the spear shadows.
However, Zhang Hao's true body still avoided Qi Zhao's deadly spear shadows at the last moment.
Qi Zhao's expression turned cold, feeling that Zhang Hao's movement technique was truly too strange. Although his attack was sharp, he could never capture Zhang Hao's figure.
Zhang Hao stomped his foot on the ground, swayed, and appeared behind Qi Zhao. He swung the long saber in his hand out.
"Red Apricot in Snow!"
Forty-nine saber lights formed an illusion in the void.
Although facing the illusion formed by Zhang Hao's saber lights caused Qi Zhao's mind to waver slightly, he was ultimately a person with a firm will and recovered from the illusion in the fastest time.
However, even though it was only for an instant, it was enough for Zhang Hao to seize a slight advantage.
"Treading Snow to Seek Plum Blossoms!"
Zhang Hao used both his saber and leg, forming a spinning top that chopped down towards Qi Zhao. The sharp saber light, as it rotated, seemed to want to cut the void in half.
Qi Zhao quickly sobered up. He had been lost in the illusion for less than a second, and this was enough to make him feel angry.
"Break open for me!"
"Great Waves Sifting Sand!"
Almost in an instant, three hundred spear shadows filled the void, crushing towards Zhang Hao, both real and illusory. The terrifying spear shadows were like a torrent. Wherever they passed, all things fell into Oblivion.
Zhang Hao's heart trembled. This strike was too fast. He could barely distinguish between the real and illusory spear shadows in the void, unable to tell which was real and which was fake.
"Peach Blossom!"
The Fifth Style of Aohan Six Styles chopped out. Since he couldn't distinguish between real and fake, he would trap them all!
The Blood God Blade in Zhang Hao's hand instantly struck out sixty-four times, forming a trapping array that completely trapped and killed the heavy spear shadows.
"Hmph! Break for me!" Qi Zhao's expression was calm. He gave a cold snort.
A terrifying aura pierced out from the long spear in Qi Zhao's hand.
With a "crack!", the trapping array collapsed under Qi Zhao's single spear thrust.
Instantly, a destructive aura pierced out from the trapping array.
An aura that made Zhang Hao's hair stand on end locked onto him.
"Be defeated for me!"
Qi Zhao thrust a spear towards Zhang Hao.
This spear came too abruptly. More importantly, a terrifying aura erupted from that spear. It wasn't ordinary power at all, but the power of an artistic conception.
Zhang Hao was instantly terrified. The hairs all over his body were standing on end.
