The Divine Dao Alchemy Emperor
Chapter 443
The spectators were all not too optimistic about Ling Han. Even though he had ferocious strength behind every blow, the person he had killed was only at the first layer of the Tier Pedestal Tier and not someone like the reputable Fast Yang Qi Sword. Who knew how many Spiritual Tier Pedestal cultivators had been slashed by his sword?
"Yang Qi, kill him!"
"Don't disappoint us!"
Some extremely fierce people among the spectators had already started to call out wildly. The reason why they spent one Origin Crystal was because they wanted to see a bloody fight.
Yang Qi was unmoved, and just stared fixedly at Ling Han. He said, "You are very strong. You are qualified to make me fight to my fullest ability."
"Oh, then are you qualified to make me attack with my full ability?" Ling Han asked, smiling. He really wished that there was someone at the Spiritual Pedestal Level who could force him to the fullest extent of his ability; he currently felt a sense of loneliness from standing at the very top and solitude like snow.
"Observe my sword!" Yang Qi moved. Shua, at some point, a sword suddenly appeared in his hand. His blade was as thin as a cricket wing, and with the movement of his wrist, the tip of his blade appeared on Ling Han's left shoulder. That was really fast.
"It's too fast. He really deserved the name Fast Sword Yang Qi!"
"It's done. Han Lin would be defeated with one strike."
The spectators exclaimed with excitement. However, the fact that Yang Qi was aiming for Ling Han's left shoulder rather than his heart made a large number of disappointed. It would be an even greater spectacle if his prick killed him.
Ling Han smiled lightly, and with the grasp of his right hand, his opponent's thin sword appeared in his hand.
Yang Qi's expression changed drastically. His sword was already this fast, how did his opponent manage to grab it? He quickly pulled back his sword, confident that the sharpness of his Snowy Wing Sword would be enough to inflict a serious injury on Ling Han's hand.
However he soon realized that it was as if the Snowy Wing Sword had grown roots in Ling Han's hands, and he could not move it in the slightest.
Ling Han slowly raised his left hand.
Yang Qi was very clear that if he left his sword and stepped back now, he could avoid this blow. But as a swordsman, he would live and die with his sword.
He did not leave his sword, and only continued to pull it back as hard as he could.
Unfortunately, even though he was at the sixth layer of the Tier Pedestal Tier, his strength was not as strong as Ling Han, and no matter what he tried, he could not draw his sword from the latter's grasp. His eyes froze, and he decided to just push the sword forward to pierce straight through Ling Han's left shoulder.
But it was a futile effort.
Yang Qi was still a swordsman, after all. With a loud shout, the tip of his sword actually formed seven flashes of Sword Qi that led to Ling Han.
With such a short distance between them, how could he dodge?
Ling Han smiled and did not try to dodge at all. He simply tilted his head slightly tilted and did not let Sword Qi hit his eyes. Shua, shua, shua, shua. The seven flashes of Sword Qi landed firmly on him, but since he had now formed the Iron Sheet Body, his physical toughness was comparable to a forging material of the same level. Seven flashes of Sword Qi shot out on it, yet it did not even leave a slight scratch.
Pu's!
When they saw this scene, everyone choked. What kind of terrible defense is that?
Sword Qi was formed from the combination of the martial artist's personal strength, his understanding of sword arts, and his medium. Yang Qi was at the sixth layer of the Tier Pedestal Tier, so there was no need to decipher his personal strength since he definitely had to be extremely strong. Moreover, since he could form seven flashes of Sword Qi, his understanding of sword arts was definitely not bad. Lastly, his Snowy Wing Sword was a Level Five Spirit Tool, and definitely not a weak weapon.
But even with all of this, he simply could not leave a scratch on Ling Han!
"Damn, is this man still human?"
"This guy's skin has to be forged from precious metals, right? How could he not marry even with this kind of Sword Qi !?"
"This kind of defense is practically enough to make people lose all hope!"
"Who can break through a defense like this?"
The spectators outside the arena all exclaimed in shock. Some even cupped their hands around their faces, showing expressions of extreme disbelief.
Ling Han clenched his hands, and with a peng, it landed on Yang Qi's face, which instantly dropped him. The latter had no killing intent, so he had drawn his punch.
"Han Lin won!" referee announced.
After defeating Yang Qi, although Ling Han had not managed to accumulate ten wins in a row, it had already reached the time of one hour, and he naturally gained the qualification to enter the next round.
After defeating Yang Qi, although Ling Han had not managed to accumulate ten wins in a row, it had already reached the time of one hour, and he naturally gained the qualification to enter the next round.
He took to the tournament stage and returned to the arena. He could clearly feel that there were many heated gazes on him, which made him feel a little sick. It is not physical pain, but mental pain. The battle intent of Yang Jun Hao and the others was too fierce.
Ling Han just smiled calmly. Right now, who would be able to threaten him amongst the Tier Spirit Pedestals?
. . . Unless the Sword Emperor or Heavenly Phoenix God appeared once again and returned to the Spiritual Pedestal Level, perhaps they would be qualified to fight him.
After all, he could be a monster, but so could the Sword Emperor and the others. The Sky Sword Sect was an ancient great sect that had a relationship with the world of the gods. In his last life, only seven people had broken through to Heaven Tier, which showed just how terrifying the Sword Emperor and the others were.
On the third day, Ling Han did not appear in the Great Arena. He did not need to know what kind of elite cultivators were among his future opponents or observe their strongest moves. After all, whoever appeared in front of him, he only needed to throw them out of the battle with a single blow.
A day passed, and the semifinals began.
A total of forty-nine people had qualified for the semi-finals. So, in the first round, there will be fifteen that will automatically qualify for the second round, he said, and the remaining thirty-four must fight to decide who will be the final seventeen to qualify for the next round.
However, who would pass was automatically not determined by the draw, but by the Jiang Clan. This was of course unfair, but who asked them to be the organizers of the Wedding Tournament this time and have absolute power to decide?
As a result, the holders of the first place and old Prodigy Roll like Yu Kun Lun, Yang Jun Hao, and Cao Tian Yi all passed by without a doubt. It was the same for young geniuses like Ling Han and Lu Yang. Clearly, the Jiang Clan was optimistic about them and did not want them to be eliminated in the first round.
Unfortunately, the Jiang Clan only had one key. Otherwise, they had quite a number of young girls of married age in their clan.
The first round ended, and a list of the main names of the thirty-two participants finally appeared. Although only men can participate in this Marriage Tournament, one looks at this roster and it is clear that this is definitely a more cataclysmic tournament than this Prodigy Tournament.
There were a large number of top ten generations of the Prodigy Roll, and along with extreme monsters like Ling Han, there were other generations that had attracted the public's attention. But no one knows what he looks like.
There were a large number of top ten generations of the Prodigy Roll, and along with extreme monsters like Ling Han, there were other generations that had attracted the public's attention. But no one knows what he looks like.
It was because he was wearing a mask, but his body seemed quite small, and was clearly half a head shorter than most people.
His name was Zhang Shan, which was clearly a fake name.
Ling Han glanced at him, and was convinced that the latter was at the ninth layer of the Spiritual Pedestal Level; he also vaguely had an aura that Ling Han disliked.
The second round of fighting begins. Ling Han was the seventh to fight, and his opponent was the White-robed Sword King, Shen Zhong Cheng.
Some of the previous battles were quickly over because the organizers had tried their best to set it up so that it would be a very strong participant against a much weaker opponent. For the battle between Ling Han and Shen Zhong Cheng, did they think that Ling Han was at an absolute advantage, or at an absolute disadvantage?
Ling Han took the stage and nodded at Shen Zhong Cheng. He had a somewhat favorable impression of this swordsman.
"Please!" Shen Zhong Cheng said seriously. He had seen Ling Han's movements before, and knew that the latter was extremely powerful.
Ling Han clasped his hands and said, "Please!"
Shen Zhong Cheng drew his sword. Qiang, brilliant sword flashes soared into the sky, and instantly, seven additional flashes of Sword Qi appeared, all of which swept over Ling Han.
Ling Han did something simply and roughly. He faced the attack that came directly and raised his fist to deliver a series of fierce blows.
Peng, peng, peng. He had only fired seven consecutive blows and had not even circulated Fist Qi when the impact of his attack caused the long sword in Sheng Zhong Cheng's hand to fly out of his grasp — and with it, he was defeated.