The prosperous age of blood

Chapter 60 The Power of One Punch

On the judge's seat in front of the Fengyushan arena, Edson, the president of Longcheng Guild, looked at the words "Caesar VS Lanno. Lano won" displayed on the big screen with a smile.

"Compared to two years ago, Lan Nuo's strength is even stronger."

"Indeed, to be able to condense such a powerful aura, his blood power is much stronger than that of an ordinary tenth-level viscount. It seems that the day to be promoted to a blood count is not far away." Beside Edson, the vice president Ka Mesh also said appreciatively.

"Cultivate well. It is best for such talents to stay in Longcheng Guild and play for us." Edson maintained a smile.

"Hmm." Kamesh supported his chin with both hands. He seemed to like this movement very much, but he simply responded to the words of the chairman Edson.

After the beautiful host on the ring stage made some simple emotional remarks, the list of the second group of contestants flashed on the big screen.

"Charles vs Colin"

Seeing the two names on the screen, there was another discussion from the audience.

"Look, it's the members of the Black Knight and the member of the Red Clothes."

"They have always been at odds, and there are conflicts among the team members from time to time. I didn't expect that this game would bring them together."

"In this way, this competition is not just a contest between two contestants, but more about the honor of the two teams."

Amidst the waves of discussion, the two contestants stepped onto the ring. They didn't have the aura of Lan Nuo when he was on stage, nor did they have the big man of Caesar. The two members were very ordinary and stepped onto the ring calmly.

Charles, like the other members of the Black Knight, was dressed in black armor, and the shiny black armor looked like it could withstand all weapons.

Colin is a slightly thin man, and he is smiling when facing Charles. "We met again."

Facing Colin, Charles' face was a bit ugly, obviously he had suffered in the opponent's hands before.

The red light soared into the sky, and another round of competition began.

……

Eleven groups of contestants, randomly arranged contestants have to go on stage to compete.

The contest between Charles and Colin ended quickly. Although Charles was protected by black armor, he only had the strength of a fourth-level viscount. Facing Colin, a sixth-level viscount, he lost in the end.

After Colin wins, a third group of players appears on the screen.

Looking at the roster on the big screen, there was another round of discussion before the game.

"Xu Hongyi VS Jia Liao"

A veteran hunting team - the leader of the red clothes.One is the leader of Iron Shield, a dark horse team that has risen rapidly in this conference.The two blood races actually encountered each other in the third round of competition.

"The leader of this iron shield has always been very low-key. Although Iron Shield has won good results, the leader has not contributed much. Could it be that he has been hiding his strength?"

"It should be. As the leader, he should not be weaker than the members."

"Iron Shield Qianqi's strength is no longer in dispute, but this regiment leader is hiding it very deeply. This match is just a chance to see his strength."

For a while, all kinds of discussions and speculations about Jia Liao disappeared, and this competition also ushered in a new climax.

However, Jia Liao, who was on the cusp of this upsurge of discussion, had a bitter expression on his face.

"Big Mouth faced Lan Nuo, but I faced Xu Hongyi. Hey." Jia Liao glanced at Qian Qi beside him, stepped out helplessly, and walked onto the ring.

Xu Hongyi's face was calm and expressionless, and no emotion could be seen in his cold eyes.

"Xu Hongyi has the strength of a ninth-level viscount, and the leader is only a seventh-level viscount, so he probably can't resist three moves." Qian Qi secretly calculated in his heart.

"Come on, head, come on, head, come on."

However, the vampires like Big Mouth yelled ignorantly, and they stopped yelling until Jia Liao's face turned red.And less than 3 minutes into the match, Jia Liao was defeated by Xu Hongyi within three moves.

As Qianqi expected.

Xu Hongyi's figure was as graceful as a fairy's, and when his figure moved slightly, the red tong in his hand bound Jia Liao's whole body to death.

Facing this scene, the entire venue fell into a brief silence before erupting again.

"How could it be possible that the leader of the black horse Tie Dun didn't even follow Xu Hongyi's move."

"Xu Hongyi is only a ninth-level viscount. In the Treasure Hunting Competition, Iron Shield Qianqi was able to resist a move against Hetixiu, who was the top four. As the captain of Iron Shield, Jia Liao unexpectedly failed to resist Hong One move?"

"How is this going?"

"Is it a deliberate concession, or? What is going on with the Iron Shield team?"

Countless questions arose, the blood race in the audience looked at me and I looked at you, and finally had to admit a fact.A fact that subverted their previous concepts.

The strongest person in a team is not necessarily the leader.

The strongest blood clan of Iron Shield should be Qian Qi as a member!
The competition continued, and the first round of competitions were shown on the screen one by one.

The eleven groups of contestants were all staring at the big screen in front of the ring.

"Zhou Tong VS Brent"

Zhou Tong, the top four, faced Brent of the Black Knight hunting group, and there was no suspense in the result, Zhou Tong won.

"Benson VS Jiang Cai"

The red-clothed hunting group vs. Iron Shield hunting group Jiang Cai, and the red-clothed Benson wins.

"Kerry VS Herty Hugh"

……

"Dylan VS Fei Zhong"

……

The first round of the competition went very quickly, and the strength gap between the players in each group was very large, so the contest between the players in each group did not exceed 5 minutes.

"Qianqi VS Duke"

Seeing the list flashed on the screen again, Qianqi smiled, while Duke, a senior member of the red hunting group, frowned fiercely.

"Why did you meet him again?"

Duke frowned, and then opened his brows to reveal a smile.

"I can just take this opportunity to avenge my revenge with one punch."

Although Duke is not a guy who holds grudges, he still remembers the scene of Qianqi punching him away in front of countless blood races at the dinner party.

Qianqi is an eighth-level viscount, and he is also an eighth-level viscount. Duke, who has always been proud of his own perception, does not think that he will lose to a guy who is also an eighth-level viscount, and the opponent only used one punch.

What he hates the most is that Qian Qi made him lose face in front of the girl he loves.

"In this battle, I want all the blood races to know that I, Duke, was punched flying by Qianqi, just because I drank too much and was unprepared."

Stepping onto the ring, Duke smiled maliciously, and swept his eyes towards the ring. Sure enough, the delicate and lovely girl was standing below the ring watching the ring, but her eyes were fixed on her opponent.

"Qianqi, it's really unfortunate that you met me again." Duke smiled and walked towards Qianqi.

"Really?" Qian Qi also had a smile on his face while on the ring. "Do you have any special moves that you haven't used?"

"Of course." Duke said confidently: "If I used my skills, how could..." He didn't say the following words, which was a shame.

"Okay, then let's use it all this time." Qianqi shrugged indifferently, but it made Duke's teeth itch with hatred.

A fire burst into the sky.

"The competition begins." The sweet voice of the beauty host sounded.

There were countless pairs of expectant eyes on the stage. After Jia Liao's defeat, the audience had been wanting to confirm whether Qian Qi was the strongest blood clan in Iron Shield. This battle was undoubtedly the best proof.

The fact that Qian Qi once punched Duke flying has been spread among the blood race group, but he has not seen it with his own eyes, and the blood race audience in the audience are still dubious.

On the ring stage, Duke, who was dressed in a red team uniform, walked towards Qianqi with slow steps. "My perception is twice that of ordinary vampires."

"I know." Qianqi replied simply, he really admired Duke's perception.

"This will mean that my reaction ability and control of blood energy are more perfect than those of ordinary vampires." Duke's steps began to increase, and a faint blood energy began to spread on his right fist. "Today, I will let you experience the power of one punch that belongs to me as an eighth-level Viscount."

"Are you talking about the control of blood energy?" Qianqi scratched his head. "It looks like the second match is tomorrow. If we talk about the control of blood energy, I'm afraid I only know how to break out."

Similarly, the blood energy of Qianqi's right fist began to concentrate and solidify.

"Are they going head-to-head?"

"interesting."

All the blood races in the audience looked at the two blood races on the stage with wide eyes.

"Today I'm going to punch you flying."

Duke suddenly quickened his pace, and in a blink of an eye, a ghostly afterimage appeared in front of Qianqi, a fist like a weight seemed to be covered with a layer of blood-red gauze.

The blood can almost congeal into the substance.

Blast Qian Qi with a punch!

"If this is a skill that you have created based on your unique perception, it is worthy of respect. However, I still want to remind you, never be too confident."

The faint words came from the corner of Qianqi's slightly smiling mouth, and he also greeted him with a punch.

His fist is not very big, nor does it have the exaggerated blood energy of Duke's fist.

However, the moment their fists collided, Duke suddenly felt like a mountain hitting him at super fast speed.

boom!Tinnitus, headache, internal organs tumbling!
"drink!"

Under Qianqi's soft shout, the fist hitting Duke seemed to explode, and a more powerful energy exploded, spreading towards his whole body.

Under countless hesitant gazes, Duke flew upside down, leaving a resigned sentence: "Why is it like this again".

The two punches collided, and with only one move, Qianqi met the competition with an absolutely overwhelming situation.

Both are eighth-level viscounts, but the difference in strength is not one foot.

"The explosive power is good."

Even the president of the Adelson Guild sitting in the audience couldn't help admiring.

Next to Adelson, the vice president, Kamesh, squinted his eyes slightly, and his eyes also stayed on Qianqi.He was still holding his chin with his hands, but there was an inexplicable strangeness in his eyes.As if looking at prey.

"Qianqi VS Duke, Qianqi wins!"

(End of this chapter)