The Divine Dao Alchemy Emperor
Chapter 442
Rules change.
To get onto the tournament stage, one had to first pay ten thousand Origin Crystals. If one could achieve ten consecutive wins, then the Origin Crystal would be returned, and he would also be qualified to take part in the next round. Moreover, if one could stand for an entire hour on stage, it could also be considered the equivalent of ten consecutive wins.
This was a qualification fight; it would continue for three days, and the semi-finals would take place three days later. All martial artists who obtained ten consecutive victories would be involved in a knockout fight, and the final winner would be the ideal son-in-law of the Jiang Clan.
When he heard the news, Ling Han could not stop his twitching facial muscles as he thought that the Spirit Treasure Pavilion was indeed very experienced in making money. They managed to make so many tricks even for the Wedding Tournament. First is the preliminary round, followed by the semi-finals. They practically organized it like it was the second Prodigy Tournament.
However, he had to admit that this was much more exciting than before, and the battle was even fiercer now. Moreover, both the Jiang Clan and the Spirit Treasure Pavilion could benefit greatly — the entrance fee as well as the participation fee would be enough to ensure they made a lot of money.
Those lacking skills would naturally no longer choose to go up to the tournament stage. If they did, they would have to pay ten thousand Origin Crystals, and who would have a lot of money to splurge? Moreover, the preliminary round would only last for three days, so those with the mind to naturally would not wait until the third day to join the tournament. What if they don't have enough time?
Strong cultivators appeared one after another. Yang Jun Hao, Lu Yang, and Yu Kun Lun all moved. They had absolute battle prowess and no one dared to step up to challenge them, allowing them to successfully qualify for the semi-finals after just standing there for an entire hour.
Ling Han had no intention to act today, as he had not changed his appearance; he decided to just watch the excitement.
The first day is over. Those with high rankings in the Prodigy Rollers were all qualified for the next round, and there were a large number of famous characters who also easily qualified for the next round. In comparison, these people who had loomed in the Prodigy Roll a few years ago were even stronger. After all, they had cultivated a few more years.
Under the Blooming Flower Rate, one could not ignore the distance of several years.
On the second day, Ling Han changed his appearance to look like Han Lin, then separated from Liu Yu Tong and the others and entered the Great Arena alone. He paid the Origin Crystal, and entered the Arena.
"Grandmaster Ling!" A soft and feminine voice suddenly sounded from behind him.
Ling Han turned around. Pretending to be surprised, he said, "Did you call me?"
A shocked expression immediately appeared on the pretty Ying Hong's face; this person was actually not Ling Han! He smiled faintly and said, "Apardon me, I think you are someone else." He immediately muttered, "How can they look so similar?"
Ling Han sighed. He simply changed the appearance of his face and did nothing to build it. Those who were familiar with him would easily think that he was Ling Han if they only looked at his hindsight.
It was like that with Ao Feng, and Ying Hong was now the same.
Ling Han arrived at the registration area, took out ten thousand Origin Crystals, and read out his personal data. "Han Lin, twenty years old. I came from the Return Cloud Mountains."
He received a challenger label, which indicated that he had made the payment. When he ascended to battle later, he only needed to hand over this tag. Moreover, if he won ten battles in a row, he would also need this challenger's mark to obtain a refund of ten thousand Origin Crystals. If one were to lose it, then deeply regret it, one could only consider it as bad luck.
He was naturally not saved – by chance that a pair of fighters had just finished their battle on the tournament stage. Thus, he immediately jumped onto the tournament stage.
"Tag challenger?" The referee immediately reached out his hand towards him.
Ling Han threw his challenger card, and the referee took it. After checking it once, the latter nodded, then said, "Let's start."
"Brat, you can't be my rival. You'd better obediently retreat by yourself, which will also save energy." His opponent was a sturdy man who looked to be in his thirties. He was tall and burly, and at least two heads taller than an ordinary man.
Those who dared to step onto the tournament stage to fight were definitely people with at least some skills. This man had broken through to the Spiritual Pedestal Tier, and even though he was only at the first layer, he could be considered an elite among those under forty.
He had cultivated for more than ten years longer than Ling Han — this was a huge advantage, so, of course, he was very confident.
Ling Han smiled calmly, and asked, "Why are you the one who should retreat?"
"Dumb fuck!" The man humped, and said, "Forget it, I'll be able to kill you with one punch, so it's fine! Since you disobeyed, I will kill you!"
He raised his fist and shot him fiercely towards Ling Han.
The peng!
"What !? It can't be!" The man's fist shattered the moment Ling Han touched him. A bloody mist exploded, and Ling Han's fist also crashed into the front of his body. The terrifying Origin Power created a shockwave that directly blasted it into a rain of blood.
"What !? It can't be!" The man's fist shattered the moment Ling Han touched him. A bloody mist exploded, and Ling Han's fist also crashed into the front of his body. The terrifying Origin Power created a shockwave that directly blasted it into a rain of blood.
Hissing!
Silence enveloped the audience. An elite cultivator of the Tier Pedestal Spirit had actually exploded with a single blow; it was too much, right? But after an instant, joyous cheers emerged from around. The reason why they were sitting here was so that they could see a fierce, bloody, and violent scene, right?
"Han Lin, one win!" The referee announced loudly after glancing at the name on the challenger's label.
"Han Lin?"
"Who is Han Lin? With such strength, it was enough for him to enter the top twenty in the Prodigy Roll, but we clearly had not seen him before!"
"I know him. This person was the newly accepted disciple of the Winter Moon Sect, who defeated all the Seven Sons of the Ao Clan when he joined!"
"What's? Even the Seven Sons of the Ao Clan couldn't stand against him? No wonder he was so formidable and managed to crush his opponent of the first layer of the Tier Pedestal Tier in a single blow."
"That's weird. Why didn't he participate in the Prodigy Tournament?"
"Perhaps it was because the Winter Moon Sect did not want him to overshadow the glory of the Seven Sons of the Ao Clan and did not allow him to take part."
"That's right. The Patriarch of the Ao Clan was a powerful planter of the Spiritual Infant Level of the Winter Moon Sect. If he spoke, then no matter how genius Han Lin was, he could only swallow his hatred."
"That's right. The Patriarch of the Ao Clan was a powerful planter of the Spiritual Infant Level of the Winter Moon Sect. If he spoke, then no matter how genius Han Lin was, he could only swallow his hatred."
When they saw how the spectators were all engaged in a fierce debate, the expressions on the Seven Sons of the Ao Clan all turned ugly. They did not imagine that Ling Han would actually appear here. They had all had their teeth smashed out by Ling Han, and even though their teeth had grown back by now, how could they forget the pain he brought with him by beating their faces? Moreover, the latter had even killed their younger sister!
You haven't killed this kid?
The seven of them were all filled with confusion. With the ability of the Flower Tier, not only was he unable to kill the brat in the Spiritual Ocean Tier, the latter was even allowed to break through to the Spiritual Pedestal Tier. Furthermore, just how much time had passed? Yet this fellow had already broken through to the Spiritual Pedestal Level. This speed was truly too astonishing.
Ling Han stood up miserably and waited to be challenged by the others.
However, the strength of his previous punch was simply too strong, and for now, no one dared to step out to challenge him. Even if there were some who were convinced that they were in no way inferior to Ling Han, they had no plans to engage in a fierce battle with Ling Han at this moment. After all, the rules of the tournament had changed, so there was no need for them to fight for this place to qualify for the next round.
Right until the clock is running out — a man jumps onto the tournament stage. This was a middle-aged man who had a fair and unbearable face. Her hair was gray as if she was already in the twilight years, but from the way her skin was smooth and compact, she simply did not look like a person who had experienced quite a number of years.
"Yes, Fast Sword Yang Qi!" someone exclaimed in shock as they looked at the stage.
"It really is him!"
"I heard that this person has no aspirations for empty fame. He clearly had decent abilities for the Prodigy Roll, yet had never taken part in the Prodigy Tournament. However, his swift sword was universally shocking, and it was said that no one at the same cultivation level could defend against his swift sword. Even though it was a little exaggerated, it was a testament to his ability. "
"It's going to be a good show. Fast Sword Yang Qi had broken through to the Spiritual Pedestal Level five years ago, and with his talent, no matter what, he should be at least at the fourth or fifth layer of the Spiritual Pedestal Tier , haven't we? "
"Hehe, it looks like this Han Lin will be in trouble."