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The four demon saints involuntarily became silent when they heard Hun Tiandi's words.
In an instant, they felt that Hun Tiandi's words made sense.
Indeed, Hun Xiu might only be a two star Dou Huang, but who would really use a two star Dou Huang's fighting strength to measure him?
That day, the natural Dou Qi that he had swallowed had turned into a tornado with a shocking momentum.
That 'huge amount' of natural Dou Qi was something that even an ordinary elite Dou Zun did not possess.
Although he was a Dou Huang, how could a mere Dou Huang be compared to him?
… …
Following the arrival of Hun Xiu on the Martial Arts Stage, the gazes on the stage involuntarily turned toward this legendary 'young master.'
The position of the young master was still empty. They would only be able to determine who the true young master would be in the competition for the position of the young master ten years later.
However.
Hun Xiu's excellence caused many Elders of the Hun clan, even those from the younger generation, to subconsciously regard him as the 'young master.'
Although Hun Xiu did not have a name or status, they still had such an opinion.
Who else but the position of the young master was superior to?
Hun Xiu merely smiled when he sensed the gazes on the stage looking at him. He nodded and hugged his longsword as he stood by the side.
He was still so proud and aloof. He was unwilling to associate himself with others.
He appeared out of place as he stood alone.
However, no one said anything.
After Hun Xiu arrived on the Martial Arts Stage, Hun Dun called out the last name.
"Hun Feng."
Hua.
As soon as Hun Dun finished speaking, Hun Feng soared into the sky from the crowd. His crimson wings unfurled, and he finally landed on the martial arts arena.
He glanced at Hun Xiu before withdrawing his gaze.
Hun Dun looked at the hundred plus people on the Martial Arts Stage. He waved his hand and a similar number of black light clusters appeared in the empty space above the Martial Arts Stage.
"Within these balls of light, there are numbers of 100.
One versus one hundred, two versus ninety-nine, and so on. "
"Catch him!"
"Yes …"
…
When everyone heard this, they did not hesitate and grabbed at the void one after another.
After everyone had been caught, there was only one ball of light left.
Only then did Hun Xiu leisurely grab at the void.
"One hundred."
Looking at the numbers above, he could not help but be slightly stunned.
"I didn't expect that I would be the last one to catch a hundred. Is this fate?"
Catching a hundred meant that he would be the first one.
Seeing that everyone had been caught, Hun Dun formed a seal with his hands, and the entire martial arts stage began to tremble violently.
An invisible force slowly lifted up the martial arts stage and made it float in the air.
After doing all this, Hun Dun said, "Number 1 and Number 100, step forward."
Hun Xiu was not in a hurry to come out. He wanted to see who this unlucky person was.
Was it his fortune to meet him in the first round?
Or was it his misfortune?
At this moment, Hun Douluo stepped forward and swung her twin ponytails. She walked towards Hun Dun and respectfully said, "Elder."
"Mm."
…
"F * ck …"
"Number 1 is Hun Douluo. Who is Number 100?" Hun Dan saw Hun Douluo step forward and could not help but exclaim.
Although Hun Douluo was a woman, her strength was not weak.
She was an eight star fighting king. Her opponent met Hun Douluo in the first round. Was it his misfortune?
Or was it his luck?
Everyone looked at each other, wanting to see who was Number 100.
However, they did not see the expected Number 100 step forward. Just as everyone was wondering who Number 100 was …
Hun Xiu moved. He slowly walked in front of Hun Dun and respectfully said, "Elder."
"F * ck …"
"F * ck …"
It was a green plant.
…
Many people saw Hun Xiu step forward and their eyes were about to pop out. None of them expected Hun Xiu to be Number 100.
Originally, everyone was worried and mourning for Hun Douluo's opponent. However, when they saw Hun Xiu step forward, they knew they were wrong.
They should mourn for Hun Douluo. She met Hun Xiu in the first round. Was it luck?
Or misfortune?
Everyone mourned for her in their hearts for three seconds.
Hun Douluo, who was originally full of confidence, was stunned when she saw Hun Xiu walk out.
It was not that she was stunned by Hun Xiu's handsomeness. She did not expect to meet Hun Xiu in the first round.
Did she still have a chance of winning this round?
No.
Not at all.
Hun Xiu also did not expect his opponent to be a young lady with twin ponytails. He was very surprised.
Did they want him to hit a girl?
How could he bear to do it?
Hit a girl?
No matter who it was, no one would have the heart to do it.
Especially in front of so many people. It was very embarrassing.
…
Hun Dun glanced at Hun Xiu and then at Hun Douluo. Then, he said, "Begin!
You don't need me to teach you how to do it, right? "
Then, Hun Dun could not help but step back. At the same time, Hun Dun signaled for the others to step back.
The two of them looked at each other, and each of them looked at the other.
For a long time, they did not speak.
It was very awkward.
In fact, Hun Xiu was the only one who felt awkward because he was going to hit a woman later. Moreover, he was going to hit a woman in front of so many people.
How could he not feel awkward?
Compared to Hun Xiu's awkwardness, Hun Douluo was helpless. She did not mind hitting a man.
The key was that she could not beat him. This made her very helpless.
Even though she knew she could not beat him, she still wanted to fight.
Hun Douluo introduced herself, "I am called Hun Douluo."
"En."
Hun Xiu nodded slightly. He still hugged his wooden sword and said coolly, "Hun Xiu."
"I don't hit women. Admit defeat."
His voice was not loud but it was heard by many people. Many female experts heard Hun Xiu's words and could not help but frown slightly.
When Hun Douluo heard Hun Xiu's words, she frowned and said, "Are you looking down on me?"
"No …"
Hun Xiu shook his head and said, "I am only stating a fact. You are not my match. Admit defeat!"
"I don't want to hit a girl."
"You are looking down on me." Hun Douluo frowned and snorted.
Hua.
An invisible Dou Qi erupted from Hun Xiu's body and formed a tornado. It whistled and blew Hun Xiu's white clothes. Even Hun Xiu's fine black hair was blown by the wind.
He still stood in place. Even though his robe and hair were fluttering, he was still as immovable as a mountain.
Hugging the wooden sword that belonged to him, he said indifferently, "Why do you have to do this?"
"You are not my match and I don't want to hit women. It is good for both of us if you admit defeat.
You should know that you are not my match. "
"Isn't it good to be a little more dignified?"
"Hmph …"
Hun Douluo heard Hun Xiu's words and instantly said, "This lady does not need to be dignified."
"This lady will also give you a chance. You go first."
Hun Douluo naturally knew that she was not Hun Xiu's match. However, she was not happy with Hun Xiu's words.
She could lose but not lose her momentum. He wanted her to admit defeat so she would let him go first.
She could lose but she could not lose in terms of momentum.
…