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"Iron Bro is awesome! He got off to a winning start in the very first game!"

"That's a huge boost to our reputation! Let's see if those college students dare to look down on us again!"

"Yeah, right! What kind of top student from Wuhan University is he? He's just someone who's on the street!"

Everyone gathered around Tie Qingshan, praising him endlessly.

"My senses are absolutely infallible when it comes to that bloody smell."

A hint of seriousness flashed in Jiang Feng's eyes.

"This Iron Mountain appears to be full of vigor and vitality, but it contains a trace of evil and tyrannical aura."

"This is clearly a side effect of ingesting the Blood God Pill!"

"Tie Qingshan is probably a member of a cult."

Just as he was lost in thought, his younger sister, Shen Weilan, approached him without his noticing, asking with concern, "Brother, what's wrong?"

Looking at his sister's pure and flawless face, the gloom that had been churning in Jiang Feng's heart instantly dissipated.

"It's nothing, I was just thinking about the battle ahead."

He smiled gently again and affectionately ruffled the other person's soft hair.

He didn't intend to let his sister know about the cult.

At this moment, the third match officially began!

Song Haoze took the stage.

When Gao Li saw that the person who came on stage was a skinny young man, a look of disdain appeared on his face.

"That guy was lucky he didn't die from the fall!"

"And in my eyes, you piece of trash are nothing but pathetic chickens and dogs!"

"I'm putting my cards on the line today: I'm going to take on ten opponents at once!"

"Anyone who disagrees, come on up and face your death!"

These words were spoken.

The high school students were met with a chorus of curses and were filled with indignation.

However, Song Haoze remained remarkably calm in the face of Gao Li's provocation.

With his innate Saint-level sword bones, he naturally exudes the arrogance of a swordsman.

He didn't even bother to utter a single word of nonsense to the incompetent, furious loser.

"Clang!"

A crisp sword cry resounded throughout the arena.

The moment the sword was drawn, a chilling sword aura swept out.

The battle erupted instantly!

Gao Li roared and frantically circulated his internal energy, his palms instantly turning jet black, faintly gleaming with a metallic sheen!

Facing the iron palm that was shoving towards him, Song Haoze did not retreat but advanced. His figure flashed like a ghost, and the long sword in his hand transformed into a silver streak, slashing down on Gao Li's palm.

"clang!"

Sparks flew everywhere!

However, to Gao Li's shock, a piercing pain came from his palm!

"This kid is just as strong as me!"

Now he dared not be careless again.

Song Haoze's eyes were icy cold. With a flick of his wrist, he unleashed the King-rank superior sword technique, "Seven Star Overlapping Waves Sword"!

One star!

Two stars!

Samsung…

His sword strikes were incredibly fast, and his sword momentum was like a raging tide, one wave higher than the next.

With each strike, the power and sword intent carried on the blade double!

When the seventh sword was unleashed, a terrifying explosion even resounded in the air!

"Seven stars gather at the bottom, breaking the waves!"

"Sizzle!"

The sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh rang out, and Gao Li's Iron Sand Palm was instantly pierced through!

Amidst the spurting of blood, Song Haoze swayed, and the blood-dripping longsword was already firmly positioned against the opponent's neck.

The chill emanating from the sword made Gao Li's hair stand on end.

Gao Li's face turned deathly pale instantly. His Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty, and cold sweat soaked his back. He could only grit his teeth and say, "I... admit defeat."

"In the third match, the high school division, Song Haoze wins!"

Ma Baoguo announced loudly.

The entire high school group erupted in cheers!

Everyone was blushing and cheering for Song Haoze.

On the other hand, the university group fell silent.

The top students from Wuhan University looked at each other in disbelief.

The fighting ability this high school student displayed was ridiculously strong!

Ye Zhiwei's eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"Jin Yiming, it's your turn to go on stage."

"This Song Haoze is no ordinary opponent. Do not underestimate him and be wary of his combo sword techniques."

"laugh!"

Upon hearing this, Jin Yiming's lips curled into a disdainful sneer.

"Zhiwei, you overestimate these kids."

"It was just defeating a fool who only knew how to show off his brute force."

"Watch me go up there and teach him a lesson!"

With that, he lightly touched the ground with his toes and leaped onto the stage like a golden roc.

"You're Song Haoze?"

With a flick of his wrist, a long, dark gold spear appeared in his hand.

With a flick of his wrist, the gun unleashed a dazzling golden arc, eliciting screams from many girls outside the arena.

"Senior Kim is so handsome!"

"That's right! Senior Jin's strength is second only to Senior Ye's, so he should be able to teach these high school students a lesson."

"Senior Kim wiped out twenty high school students in one go! He completely annihilated them!"

Jin Yiming pointed the gun at the other man, his eyes filled with disdain. "Remember my name, because this will be your nightmare for the rest of your life."

Song Haoze didn't waste any words. He brandished his longsword and pointed it at Jin Yiming.

"court death!"

Jin Yiming's eyes flashed with a fierce light as he circulated his "Golden Spear Technique," transforming his blood and qi into a dazzling golden light that was extremely sharp.

At the same time, he took a deep breath, his chest bulging.

Breath of Thunder!

"boom!"

A bolt from the blue struck!

Jin Yiming transformed into golden lightning, instantly traversing dozens of meters and appearing in front of Song Haoze!

The spear, like a dragon, unleashed a devastating burst of lightning power!

Song Haoze's pupils suddenly contracted, and the Saint-level sword bone burst forth with dazzling light as the longsword was thrust out horizontally to block.

"clang!!"

The moment the guns and swords clashed, dazzling sparks burst forth like fireworks.

Song Haoze felt a numbness in his arms as a violent and domineering force of thunder surged into his body through the sword.

What a great speed!

What domineering power!

Not to be outdone, he launched the Seven Star Overlapping Waves Sword again, attempting to regain the rhythm with a continuous stream of sword moves.

The sword light transformed into a shower of stars, enveloping Jin Yiming from all directions.

However, Jin Yiming let out a wild laugh: "Too slow! Your sword is crawling like a tortoise!"

In the state of Thunder Breathing, Jin Yiming's movements were like those of a ghost.

The golden spear light transformed into a torrential downpour, each thrust finding a weakness in Song Haoze's swordsmanship.

The clanging of metal against metal was as dense as popping beans.

Although Song Haoze's sword intent was astonishing, his "Seven Star Overlapping Waves Sword" was unable to fully charge up due to the suppression of the spear's speed.

Every time he stacked the third or fourth sword, Jin Yiming's spear tip would forcefully intervene, abruptly interrupting his rhythm!

In just thirty seconds, the two had exchanged over a hundred blows.

Song Haoze's breathing gradually became heavy, and beads of sweat had already appeared on his forehead.

"It's over, you piece of trash!"

Jin Yiming noticed the stagnation in Song Haoze's aura, and a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes.

He suddenly took half a step back, his body radiating golden light and lightning that swirled wildly around the tip of his spear.

A chilling aura suddenly erupted!

King-rank superior martial arts skill—

"Dawn Thunder Spear"!

Song Haoze's expression changed drastically as he desperately tried to squeeze out every last drop of blood and energy from his body to unleash the final strike of the Seven Star Overlapping Waves Sword.

However, his greatest flaw in martial arts skills was exposed at this moment.

The wind-up animation that requires stacking force is too long!

Before Song Haoze's sword aura could even take shape, the golden spear light had already shattered his sword energy with overwhelming force!

"Pfft!"

Blood splattered everywhere!

Without pausing, Jin Yiming's spear tip pierced Song Haoze's chest!

The spear tip pierced through the chest and emerged from the back, less than half an inch from the heart!

Fresh blood dripped down the golden gun barrel.

"ah!!!"

Song Haoze screamed as his body was dangled in mid-air.

Utterly humiliating!

The entire venue was deathly silent.