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 There was a flash of blue light.


A blue lightning shield, like an inverted bowl, directly covered the entire ring.


The energy waves generated by the explosions madly hit the blue shield.


Like a surging wave, one wave after another, one after another, continuous.


The blue shield kept trembling and shaking, and it lasted for several breaths before it finally stopped.


The audience below the stage also breathed a sigh of relief, and was quite frightened.


Fortunately, Zhang Qizheng reacted quickly, otherwise once the energy of the explosion just now poured out, they would probably be affected.


You know, Han Feiyang is already an ultimate grandmaster, even if it's just a casual attack, it's enough to take someone's life.


At this moment, on the ring.


When everything settled, the situation had changed.


Han Feiyang still stood majestically, full of momentum, his robes rustling, like a god descending to earth.


The phantom of the god behind him was lifelike, with sharp eyes, adding a bit of majesty.


On the other hand, Yan Buqi was directly bounced more than ten meters away after the collision.


His handsome face turned pale, with bloodshot at the corners of his mouth, and his arms began to tremble slightly uncontrollably.


"Sure enough, the gap is still big."


Yan Buqi secretly complained in his heart.


He could clearly feel that compared with yesterday's performance, Han Feiyang was much stronger today.


The key point is that even before Han Feiyang's breakthrough, his chances of winning were slim. Now, it's completely impossible.


"You can block my Fire God's Wrath head-on. I have to admit that you are really powerful."


Han Feiyang's eyes were bright, and he spoke loudly: "If it was before, it might not be easy for me to beat you, but now there is a gap in realm between the two of us, and your resistance is futile."


If it were an ordinary martial arts grandmaster, he would have been wiped out under the bombardment of his Fire God's Wrath.


However, Yan Buqi was able to stand well, with only some internal injuries, which was enough to prove his extraordinaryness.


He was a man who valued talent and did not want to kill the opponent, so he did not pursue the victory just now.


Otherwise, if he continued to use the Thunder God's Wrath, the person in front of him would be either dead or disabled.


"Thank you, Brother Han, for showing mercy just now. I admit defeat."


Yan Buqi stood up straight and clasped his fists towards Han Feiyang: "I admit defeat in this game."


Hearing this, Han Feiyang breathed a sigh of relief.


He didn't go for a complete kill, he deliberately held back to conserve his strength.


After all, the killing moves of the Four Symbols of the Gods consumed a lot of energy. Even if the Thunder God's Wrath could defeat Yan Buqi, it would also waste some energy.


It had some impact on the subsequent games.


Now that the opponent took the initiative to admit defeat, it saved some energy.


Yan Buqi's defeat was not unexpected.


Since the two came on stage, most of the audience believed that Han Feiyang could win.


The difference is, how long can Yan Buqi hold out against Han Feiyang's strong attack?


Being able to block two killer moves without dying has already shown Yan Buqi's extraordinaryness.


If the fight continues, someone will really die.


It's just a game, there's no need to really risk your life.


Doing something knowing it's impossible is not courage, but stupidity.


Obviously, Yan Buqi is not a stupid person.


"Contestant No. 8 Yan Buqi admits defeat, congratulations to contestant No. 1 Han Feiyang for winning!" Referee Zhang Qizhen quickly announced the result.


For a while, the audience applauded like thunder.


Especially the disciples of Celestial Alliance, they cheered and jumped for joy.


Defeating Yan Buqi means that Han Feiyang has successfully entered the semi-finals, which is naturally a cause for celebration.


"Master Xiao, your chief disciple is really extraordinary!"


In the main audience, Zhang Yuzhen smiled and sighed: "In just one night, the whole person seems to have been reborn, and his strength has greatly improved. It's really amazing."


Yesterday, Han Feiyang used the Heavenly God Four Symbols Art, but it was far less powerful than today. Anyone with a discerning eye could see the clues at a glance.


"Master Zhang really has a good eye."


Xiao Wuming smiled slightly and said proudly: "Feiyang broke through in the battle and is now an ultimate grandmaster. He can really stand on his own."


"Oh? Really? Congratulations." Zhang Yuzhen smiled.


"Although the breakthrough in the battle has enhanced strength, there are also considerable hidden dangers. If you can't consolidate your cultivation well, you may go crazy at any time." Tyler Xingchao said suddenly.


He hated the glory of the people in the Celestial Alliance the most, so he naturally had to pour a basin of cold water on them.


"Hmph! Don't worry, Master Tyler. My disciple has a solid foundation and will break through naturally. There are no hidden dangers, and it is even more impossible for him to go astray. I am afraid that I will disappoint someone!" Xiao Wuming said coldly.


This crow mouth makes people feel uncomfortable as soon as he opens his mouth.


"Even if there are no such hidden dangers, it is a fact that the strength is unstable. You don't really think that you can win the championship with an ultimate grandmaster who has just broken through? You are too naive!" Tyler Xingchao sneered.


His disciple Tyler Juding had reached the ultimate grandmaster level two years ago. How could a mere Han Feiyang be compared with him?


"Hmph! You’ll soon find out whether or not I can claim the championship. I just hope you'll still be as confident then," Xiao Wuming sneered.

The Celestial Alliance's ultimate techniques were not limited to just the Heavenly Four Symbols of the Gods Technique.

Han Feiyang was no ordinary talent either. Defeating the strong while being at a disadvantage and killing opponents above his level was second nature to him. - Marinien


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