Hiss!
Lie Zhenlei and the rest gasped as their pupils shrank to the size of needles!
As strong as Han Qianjue was, he was sent flying by Wang Yan's punch with blood spurting out of his mouth!
"It's your turn."
A cold voice suddenly rang out beside his ear, interrupting Tempest Thunder's dazed state.
The next instant, a huge fist rapidly enlarged in front of Tempest Thunder's contracted pupils, instantly taking up all of his vision!
"No …"
Bang!
A dull sound of flesh colliding could be heard as Lie Zhenlei was sent flying like a kite with a broken string.
He was in an even worse state than Han Qianjue because he was sent flying out of the arena by Wang Yan's punch!
The rest of the Hidden Dragon Leaderboard saw this and retreated without hesitation.
No one wanted to be sent flying out of the arena by Wang Yan in front of all the disciples of the nine sects.
"You want to leave now?
Isn't it a little too late? "
A cold smile appeared on Wang Yan's delicate face. Then, he stepped into the air and merged with it, vanishing once again.
In the next instant, a huge fist broke through the air and landed on a man who was retreating quickly.
This person was Luo Zhengxiang, ranked fifth on the Hidden Dragon Leaderboard.
Following that, Wang Yan walked out of the void. With a cold smile, he vanished.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang …
Four muffled sounds rang out one after the other.
Four figures were sent flying in different directions while vomiting blood. Like broken sacks that had been kicked away, they fell heavily outside the arena.
Apart from Xiao Mei 'er and Han Qianjue, the rest of the Hidden Dragon Seven Disciples had been eliminated by Wang Yan with a single punch!
"You want to target others with just this bit of strength?"
"Have you not woken up or are you stupid?"
Wang Yan looked down at Han Qianjue, who was lying on the ground like a dead dog, panting heavily. He shook his head in disdain.
Suddenly, Wang Yan kicked Han Qianjue. "Can you still fight?"
"If you don't, then get off the stage as soon as possible. Don't get eliminated by others and embarrass the Sun Sect!"
A ray of cold light quietly flashed past. Wang Yan walked away directly, no longer looking at Han Qianjue.
It was like a giant eagle looking down on struggling ants, disdainful and merciless.
This feeling of being blatantly disregarded caused Han Qianjue's heart to feel like it was being twisted by a knife, and his blood to burn like fire.
The number one of the Hidden Dragon Ranking, the most famous genius disciple of the Sun Sect.
Now, he was being humiliated in front of so many people.
How could he not take revenge?!
"Go to hell!"
With an angry roar, Han Qianjue's eyes were filled with killing intent. His right palm slammed towards Wang Yan's back!
At the same time, Cold Blood Tie, who was sitting still, trembled and immediately stood up. "No!"
In a split second, Wang Yan's lips curled up slightly. His right arm bent, he turned around and punched!
The entire movement was done in one go, natural and smooth, very pleasing to the eye.
It was as if this punch had been planned by Wang Yan for a long time. Now that he was in danger, there was no hesitation at all.
"Wang Yan, no!"
Bright and dazzling star power appeared in Cold Blood Tie's constricted pupils. It was cold and gorgeous, filled with the endless smell of death.
"Great Sun Burning Palm!"
Han Qianjue finally used his strongest move. His right palm was like a blazing sun, burning everything.
Star power shot out in all directions, like a giant hammer hitting a burning red iron, countless sharp star power splashed out!
His five fingers opened wide, his palm spun rapidly, and a whirlpool made of star power appeared.
Every time the whirlpool spun, it would grow bigger!
Once it appeared, it spun thousands of times, forming a hundred-foot wide whirlpool.
Crack!
A shattering sound came from the unseen world, as if the space around Han Qianjue's palm was shattering!
In the blink of an eye.
Wang Yan's simple right fist, under thousands of shocked gazes, fiercely smashed into the whirlpool!
His Dantian revolved crazily, reaching its limit!
Countless star power flowed through his meridians and into the veins of his right arm, causing Wang Yan's right fist to be filled with the power to destroy heaven and earth!
The punch instantly reached an astonishing attack power of 1,000,000!
This attack was comparable to a peak Star Condensation Peak's full power attack!
"No, this is impossible!"
The crazily revolving whirlpool was like a giant rod, forcefully stuck in the center of the whirlpool, suddenly stopping!
In the next instant, terrifying cracks appeared on the gigantic whirlpool of stars that spanned a hundred feet in diameter!
Kacha …!
Only to hear a violent shattering sound, the thousands of spectators all stared with their eyes wide open.
Under Han Qianjue's gaze of disbelief and despair, the whirlpool suddenly shattered, exploding into countless star lights, slowly disappearing from this world.
"It's over."
An indifferent voice came out from Wang Yan's mouth, like an eternally unmelted ice, filled with endless coldness.
The power of his ordinary right fist did not decrease, fiercely smashing towards Han Qianjue's chest!
"No!
If you kill him, the overall strength of the Sun Sect's inner sect disciples will decrease by thirty percent! "
A shout mixed with star power spread to every corner of the Star Sect, Cold Blood Tie's expression was urgent, his voice hurried.
Looking at Wang Yan, his gaze was seventy percent anxious, thirty percent pleading.
In a split second, the fist that was pressing forward was forcefully stopped in mid-air.
Wang Yan curled his lips into a smile, retracting his fist, his gaze went past Han Qianjue, landing on Cold Blood Tie.
"Remember, you owe me a favor."
Heaving a sigh of relief, Cold Blood Tie expressionlessly nodded, but in his heart, he continuously cursed this damn brat, in front of the people of the nine sects, he did not even give me face.
Looking at the pale and bloodless Han Qianjue, the corner of Wang Yan's mouth slightly raised, a disdainful arc appearing on his delicate face.
"You, good luck."
As Wang Yan left, the curtain of the finals also came to an end.
And because Han Qianjue fought with Wang Yan, he avoided the fate of being eliminated by the other sects, it could be said to be a blessing in disguise.
Because of this, Han Qianjue successfully entered the finals, becoming the most inconspicuous one among the top ten.
…
With a creak, the door opened, revealing a delicate and pretty face. Although there were still traces of childishness, it was firm and tough.
"It's you?"
Looking at the beauty in front of him, Wang Yan was a little surprised.
Frowning slightly, a blurry "Chuan" character appeared between her brows. Su Yingluo's red lips slightly opened.
"What, you don't want to see me?"
Slowly shaking his head, Wang Yan laughed dryly, "You have a high status, everyone wants to climb up to you."
Then, Wang Yan changed the topic, "Miss Su, why did you suddenly pay me a visit?"
Snorting, Su Yingluo extended a slender finger, "Aren't you going to invite me in?"
Wang Yan was a little startled, then he moved aside and made a "please" gesture.
When she saw Bai Ruxue, who had his head down, as if he did not have the face to see a familiar face, Su Yingluo's breathing quickened.
"Young master Bai, you …"
"Miss, please call me Xiao Bai."
Instantly, Su Yingluo froze, then looked at Wang Yan, her curved eyes flashing with anger.
Shrugging indifferently, Wang Yan casually sat to the side. "Don't look at me like that, he asked for it."
(End of this chapter)