The strongest training system

Chapter 39 The Power of a Sword

Jia Houwei's sudden outburst shocked everyone, and even the three elders present lost their composure.

Jiang Zhen, who was closest to Jia Houwei, felt the deepest. Originally, under his attack, Jia Houwei was like a floating boat in the sea, crumbling. Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, the floating boat turned into a steel battleship, riding the wind and waves!

Jiang Zhen gritted his teeth. At this time, his martial arts skills have been released, and he has no possibility of stopping. He can only challenge Jia Houwei head-on.

Jiang Zhen had the illusion of hitting a stone with a pebble. For the first time, he lost confidence in the heavy hammer in his hand.

"Oh!"

The heavy hammer and fist collided together, Jia Houwei's whole body was shocked, and then a more violent momentum erupted.

Jiang Gen felt that he had hit a big mountain with a hammer, and his mouth was in pain. He didn't want to admit defeat, so he used all his strength to press down on Jia Houwei.

"Break it for me!"

Jia Houwei's face was flushed with suffocation, he held his breath, and even used all his energy to feed.

The stalemate between the two did not last long, and a slight "click" sound came from between the two.

It's time to decide the winner!The onlookers hurriedly opened their eyes wide, staring closely at the two on the ring.

"Crack!"

The sound of cracking sounded again, and people discovered that it was not the sound of bones cracking, but the sound of black iron cracking!
"Oh my god! This fat man smashed Jiang Zhen's black iron hammer!"

With this exclamation sounded, the hammer in Jiang Zhen's hand shattered, and the mighty wind of the fist hit his chest. Jiang Zhen's eyes went dark, and he fell off the ring.

Lin Ting checked Jiang Zhen's injuries, and signaled to the disciples beside him to carry him down for treatment.

"The winner, Jia Houwei!"

Jia Houwei put his hands on his knees and panted heavily. He didn't wake up until he heard Lin Ting announce the result.

"I won?"

Jia Houwei jumped off the ring happily. He came to Wang Hao and said excitedly, "Boss, I won!"

Wang Hao patted Jia Houwei's shoulder with a smile. The fat man's performance far exceeded his expectations.

"You also won a bet of 1000 Yuanshi, why don't you hurry up and get it?"

Jia Houwei frantically went to find his disciple who bet with him, but Wang Hao fell into deep thought.

"Fatty said he could feel the existence of his own blood, but he didn't know what it was. If I guessed correctly, Fatty's blood is an invisible existence!"

"Judging from Fatty's performance in killing Jiang Zhen just now, his attack has suddenly increased, even reaching three times the original power. This shows that Fatty's blood is the type that can enhance attack power!"

A flash of light flashed across Wang Hao's mind, and a noun from his previous life playing games entered Wang Hao's mind.

"Critical attack!"

Wang Hao's eyes lit up, "A critical strike has a certain chance to increase the attack power. If Fatty's bloodline ability is really a critical strike, then his future achievements will be absolutely astonishing!"

Just imagine, when Jia Houwei was fighting to the death with an enemy of the same realm, his attack suddenly increased several times, and the opponent who was caught off guard would definitely be beaten to vomit blood, or even die!
"I just don't know if this crit can be controlled. If you can do a crit as you like, I'm afraid that at the same level, few people can challenge Fatty."

Wang Hao smiled happily. His friend is so powerful. He is really happy for Jia Houwei. On the other hand, Wang Hao wants to complete the elite mission and become the chief disciple of the sect. Be his arm!

The disciple who bet with Jia Houwei handed over 1000 Yuan stones very reluctantly. He didn't dare to renege on the debt. Didn't he see that Jiang Zhen, who is not weak, was carried down?

The big competition continued, and the outer disciples tried their best to get a better ranking.

"The eighth round of the first round, Lu Yun wins!" Lin Ting announced the result of the latest competition. The winner named Lu Yun walked off the ring proudly, while his opponent could only be lifted up. Down.

"Senior brother Lu Yun is really powerful, he solved the opponent with just three moves."

"You don't look at the difference in realm between the two. Lu Yun's realm has already reached the seventh level of Yuanwu Realm. Isn't it easy to deal with ordinary outer disciples?"

"According to the previous ranking of the outer sect, senior brother Lu Yun ranked seventh, and now Wang Mang's whereabouts are unknown. In this competition, senior brother Lu Yun is likely to enter the top six and be directly promoted to the inner sect!"

"You just joined the Outer Sect the day before yesterday. There are some things you don't know. After Wang Mang's whereabouts are unknown, the one who had the most hope of occupying No.6 was not Lu Yun, but Li Yuan!"

"Impossible! Li Yuancai was at the fifth stage of Yuanwu Realm, and he was slaughtered by Wang Hao, who was at the same level. What qualifications does he have to overwhelm Senior Brother Lu Yun?"

"You have short knowledge, kid! Leaving aside the strength of the two bloodlines, just because Li Yuan has a Horcrux, it is enough to offset the double realm gap between the two."

"Horcruxes are so powerful?"

"No, the Horcrux can enhance the ability of the blood. Didn't you see that when Li Yuan and Wang Hao confronted each other, Li Yuan forcibly borrowed a trace of real thunder from the nine heavens with a Horcrux!"

"But I heard that Li Yuan was killed by Wang Hao, so wouldn't Wang Hao be stronger?"

"Wang Hao is now a legend in our outer sect. With him around, it is absolutely impossible for Lu Yun to enter the top six..."

The disciple's words stopped abruptly, and he suddenly saw that Lu Yun, who had stepped down from the arena, stopped in front of him.

"Senior brother Lu Yun..." This disciple felt his calf go weak, don't watch him talk in front of newcomers, if Lu Yun really troubled him, he wouldn't even dare to fart.

Lu Yun heard the other party's words verbatim, and a trace of anger climbed onto his face.

"First Li Yuan, then Wang Hao. If it weren't for you two, I, Lu Yun, would definitely be promoted to the inner sect!"

Looking at Lu Yun's resentful expression without saying a word, the disciple who said that Lu Yun was inferior to Wang Hao just now was about to lose his footing.
Just when he was about to turn around and run away, Elder Lin Ting's words saved him from the terrifying stare with Lu Yun.

"In the ninth group of the first round, Wang Hao will face Ling Fei!"

Hearing that there was Wang Hao in the new round of duel, the disciples onlookers immediately focused their eyes on the arena. Looking at Wang Hao who stepped into the arena, Lu Yun thought to himself, "I want to see, what are your abilities to snatch it?" Take my promotion spot!"

Wang Hao walked up to the arena, and he took out a long sword from the inventory. The long sword was very ordinary. It was the product of Wang Hao's practice when he followed He Lao to learn the art of refining. In terms of quality, it was only the third grade of Huang Rank.

But just an ordinary black iron sword put great pressure on Ling Fei. He regrets it very much now. Why did he go to watch the life-and-death battle between Wang Hao and Li Yuan? Carved deep marks in his heart.

"If Wang Hao uses that sword, I will definitely not be able to stop it. Why did I encounter such a monster in the first competition?"

The weather is not hot, but Ling Fei is sweating profusely, his clothes are completely clinging to his body.

Wang Hao pulled out his sword, Ling Fei could only bite the bullet and pull out his own sword. His sword was mixed with the best diamond, and it was extremely sharp. Among the outer disciples, it was considered a high-grade profound weapon.

But facing Wang Hao, Ling Fei felt that he was holding an ordinary black iron sword in his hand, while Wang Hao was holding a decisive and peerless black weapon in his hand.

"When Wang Hao fought Li Yuan, the killing was decisive. Will he kill me without holding back after a while?"

Recalling the appearance of Li Yuan's death, Ling Fei's hand holding the sword trembled.

"Lingfei! Why are you trembling? Have you confessed before you hit?"

The disciples onlookers burst into laughter, and Ling Fei cursed inwardly, "This group of guys who don't hurt their backs while standing and talking, let you go on stage and try to compete with Wang Hao? Let's see if you can still laugh!"

However, the ridicule of others made Ling Fei make up his mind, "I'm still a prestigious outer disciple. If I don't fight and admit defeat, won't I become the laughing stock of others? No matter what, fight hard! Even if you want to lose, you have to lose." It looks better!"

Wang Hao didn't know that the opponent's psychology was fluctuating violently. He focused all his attention on the sword in his hand. Through the competition, he wanted to try the martial arts he had just learned.

"The competition begins!"

With Lin Ting's order, Ling Fei immediately stabbed Wang Hao with his sword. He was afraid that he would lose the courage to even draw the sword after facing Wang Hao for a long time.

"Rushing Sword!"

Ling Fei used the strongest martial skill he had mastered, and the sword in his hand gushed out mighty sword energy, like a river rushing eastward, rolling towards Wang Hao.

"Rushing sword! Ling Fei actually mastered the rushing sword!"

"Lingfei is only at the fifth level of Yuan Wujing, but he has mastered the eighth-rank Huang-rank martial arts. It seems that he has worked hard for this competition!"

"Working hard is useless, Ling Fei's talent is far inferior to Wang Hao's, don't forget, Wang Hao can catch a glimpse!"

As soon as this sentence came out, everyone fell silent. The torrent sword and the floating light are both Huang-rank eighth-rank martial arts, but the latter far surpasses the former in terms of power and difficulty. Sometimes, no matter how hard you try, In front of the real talent, it can only be overshadowed.

Of course Ling Fei knew that Wang Hao would be superficial, so he gritted his teeth and mobilized more energy to enhance the power of martial arts.

"Even if I lose, I can't be defeated by one move. I must force Wang Hao to use the second sword!"

Ling Fei's sword was approaching, but Wang Hao remained unmoved. He was like a rock, not at all dimmed by the huge waves in front of him.

With Yuanli condensed in the black iron sword in his hand, Wang Hao's aura gradually became fierce.

Elder Zhao, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, suddenly lit up his eyes. He could see that Wang Hao was trying to gather momentum for the use of martial arts!

With Wang Hao's kendo talent and ordinary sword moves, where there is no need for preparation, he must be preparing for the newly learned martial arts.

"As expected of the man Mu'er fell in love with, he learned my unique skills so quickly, but I don't know how many times this kid has comprehended."

Ling Fei had already reached a distance of less than three meters from Wang Hao, and his aura had reached its limit. He was now full of confidence. Even if it was Wang Hao, he had to defend against this sword!
Wang Hao drew out his sword, and his whole body turned into a stream of light, instantly cutting off Ling Fei's sword energy, and the originally rushing river was cut off by a single sword!
Ling Fei was stiff all over, his sword flew into the sky, and then fell aside, he looked at the edge of the sword pointing at his chest, his throat couldn't help rolling, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"The first level of returning to the sect of ten thousand swords—a sword piercing the heart!"

Wang Hao retracted his sword, and Ling Fei slumped on the ground with a thud. In just a few seconds, he seemed to have passed through a cycle of hell, and could no longer gather the slightest strength.

"I lost."

(End of this chapter)