Destiny Martial God

Qianlong Fort, on the No. 8 ring!

Yu Haoran's arrogant and rude behavior seemed normal to the audience in the surrounding stands.

After all, the only four players on the No. 8 ring who could really threaten him were Sun Mingze, who ranked 39th on the list, Li Wenyuan, who ranked 73rd, Feng Yuhai, who ranked 87th, and Shi Yanyu, who ranked 102nd.

According to the rules of the first game of the semi-finals, only ten people need to stay on the ring at the end of the game to directly participate in the second game of the semi-finals.

Then, Yu Haoran and the other five who obviously have an absolute advantage in strength can choose to watch the game with their hands folded, and wait for the final result of the game, and then win easily.

But for the contestants on the ring, Yu Haoran's arrogant and rude behavior aroused their inner dissatisfaction.

However, facing Haoran's ranking of eighth on the list and his reputation in the Tianxuan Continent, no one dared to come forward and scold him, let alone provoke him, no one dared to provoke him.

After all the contestants had stepped onto the stage, the list above the square suddenly emitted a hundred milky white energies.

The milky white energies fell on different stages, and then the milky white energy instantly enveloped the entire stage, forming a protective shield that could block the penetration of power and divine thoughts.

Because many of the top and peerless masters in the surrounding stands have blood and family ties with the contestants on the stage.

If a protective shield that can block the penetration of power and divine thoughts is not set up, no one can guarantee whether someone will secretly help their relatives and juniors.

Helplessly withdrawing the divine thoughts that were paying attention to the competition of Qin Lingfei and others, Yu Haoran only retained a divine thought to monitor the opponents on the stage, and then continued to immerse himself in the perception of the ancestor witch's martial arts.

Just after a hundred milky white energies formed a protective shield, a majestic voice suddenly came from the list above the square.

"The game begins!"

The contestants who had learned about the previous battles for the Hidden Dragon List in advance were not surprised by the voice from the list at all. They began to use martial arts to attack the opponents they had already selected.

Suddenly, a deafening roar rang out in the central square.

Unlike the fierce fighting in other arenas, the atmosphere on the No. 8 arena seemed a little weird.

Perhaps because of Yu Haoran's leading role, Sun Mingze, Li Wenyuan, Feng Yuhai and Shi Yanyu, who were ranked in the top 100 of the list, also retreated to the corners of the arena, with an attitude of standing by and watching.

"The ranking on the list does not represent the real strength."

Yu Haoran's arrogant and rude behavior has aroused the anger of many players on the scene, and the behavior of Sun Mingze and the other four is equivalent to adding fuel to the fire.

A top genius who has reached the peak of the ninth level of martial saint can no longer tolerate this kind of humiliation of being despised, and takes the initiative to stand up and provoke anger.

"So, why don't we unite to drive these five arrogant guys off the stage first, and then compete for the ten places to qualify with our strength, how about that?"

In fact, the hearts of the more than 200 contestants on the scene have long been angered by the arrogant and rude behavior of Yu Haoran and his five companions, but they just didn't let out their fear.

Now, seeing someone take the initiative to stand up and unite, except for a dozen contestants with complicated thoughts, ordinary cultivation and strength who chose to remain silent, all the remaining contestants actively responded.

Slowly opening his eyes, looking at the angry contestants with indifferent eyes, Yu Haoran closed his eyes again.

However, in his empty left hand, a white stick with a faint pressure suddenly appeared.

"You lead forty people to besiege Sun Mingze."

Yu Haoran's action of taking out the superior magic weapon of the realm did not extinguish the anger that had been ignited by the crowd. The young strong man who had just taken the initiative to pick began to assign the candidates to besiege Yu Haoran and his five companions.

"You lead 40 people to besiege Li Wenyuan."

"You lead 40 people to besiege Feng Yuhai!"

"You lead 40 people to besiege Shi Yanyu!"

After arranging the team to besiege Sun Mingze and the other four, the young strong man found that there were nearly 70 people willing to participate in the siege. He immediately pointed at Yu Haoran excitedly and ordered loudly.

"All the remaining contestants follow me to besiege Yu Haoran!"

"Kill...!"

Just as the voice of the young strong man's order fell, the 200 excited contestants suddenly shouted.

The joint shouting was deafening, and immediately attracted the attention of countless spectators in the stands.

"An ant trying to shake a tree is ridiculous and overestimating oneself!" Seeing that the number of contestants who united to besiege Yu Haoran reached more than 70, Qin Di, who was at the top of the south side of the stands, said sarcastically with contempt in his eyes.

Before his cultivation level broke through the realm of the peerless martial master, Emperor Qin's understanding of power was still superficial, believing in the saying that strength lies in numbers and that when many people gather, the flames burn brighter.

But when he truly broke through the realm of the peerless martial master, he realized how ridiculous his previous understanding was.

Because in the face of absolute strength, the advantage in numbers is actually very small and pathetic!

Meng Zhengkai, who only had the cultivation level of the second calamity quasi-martial master, did not agree with Emperor Qin's contemptuous sarcasm, but he did not object to Emperor Qin's evaluation, and only looked at Yu Haoran with a little worry.

Yu Haoran opened his eyes again and looked at the more than 70 people who were slowly approaching, and a sneer of disdain flashed in his eyes.

Among the more than 200 contestants on the No. 8 ring, only Sun Mingze and his four opponents were truly capable of challenging him. None of the remaining people could defeat him with a single stick, including the young strong man at the peak of the ninth level of the Martial Saint who had just come forward to unite everyone.

Directly stimulating the power of the ancestor witch's physical body, the white stick in his hand took the lead in attacking with a stick technique that swept through thousands of troops.

"Boom...!"

Although the opponents reacted quickly and made timely defenses, they were still faced with the terrifying sweeping force formed by the ancestor witch's physical body and the upper-level stick technique of the realm of honor.

The six contestants below the Martial Saint realm were directly knocked off the ring with broken arms and legs.

The 19 contestants in the early and middle stages of the Martial Saint realm flew up on the spot with blood spitting out of their mouths, and then fell heavily on the ring.

The 38 contestants in the high stage of the Martial Saint realm turned pale instantly, and the sweeping force caused them to suffer certain internal injuries.

Only the seven contestants at the peak of the ninth level of the Martial Saint realm were able to successfully resist the power of the stick technique that swept through thousands of troops.

But their faces were quite solemn at the moment.

Because Yu Haoran's stick technique just now did not use any of his Yuanli and soul power, but only used the strength of his body.

Moreover, judging from the casualness of his swinging the Supreme Realm Top-grade stick just now, he probably only used a part of his physical strength.

What was the result!

Looking at the six people who fell off the ring with broken arms and legs, and the dozens of people who fell on the ring and howled in pain, the strongest young warrior immediately felt regretful.