Martial God Sovereign Chapter 5: Shenlong cheer up

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Chapter 005 Shenlong cheering up

The second round of the competition soon ended, and the top ten have been temporarily decided. The gazes of the other nine people looking at Han Yu were quite complicated. Finally, Han Shuang smiled at Han Yu and congratulated Han Yu.

Next, is the challenge. If someone thinks that he can beat the person in the ring, he can challenge him, and if he wins, he can replace that person.

Everyone thought that Han Yu would have a lot of people to challenge Han Yu, but for more than ten minutes after the challenge began, no one challenged Han Yu.

Three arenas were challenged, two of which ended in failure. But what is surprising is that Han Feng, who was enough to rank in the top five of the family, was defeated by a member of Yuan Wu's fifth layer.

After the defeat, Han Feng ran to the No. 7 ring for the first time, pointed at Han Yu and said: "I want to challenge you!"

After everyone was taken aback, they all reacted.

"I'll just say how Han Feng of Yuan Wu Qizhong could be easily defeated. It turns out that he wanted to take this opportunity to challenge Han Yu!"

"Someone doesn't want Han Yu to advance!"

Korean Zhan looked at Han Qingyun and said angrily: "It's despicable and shameless, playing such a villain!"

With Han Yu's strength, no one in the audience can compare. Only a few people on the stage have the power to suppress Han Yu. It's just that the people on the stage can't learn from each other, Han Qingyun actually came up with a strategy that makes people lose first, then challenge, and it is not poisonous.

Han Qingyun sneered: "That is Han Feng's own choice. If Han Yu can defeat Han Feng, why bother?"

Han Zhan took a deep breath and suppressed the anger in his heart.

Han Feng jumped up and landed gently on the No. 7 ring. The unusually elegant body style immediately caused countless screams. Everyone's eyes are projected, and this will be the most exciting competition of the entire campaign.

Han Yu frowned slightly. Han Feng is a master of Yuanwu Seventh Layer, two levels higher than him. It is not easy to defeat him. However, he must not lose.

"Now give up, you still have a chance, otherwise I will start, you won't even have a chance to give up." Han Feng held his back and didn't even look at Han Yu.

"You have the ability to speak with your fist!" Han Yu responded coldly.

The corner of Han Feng's mouth was slightly raised, revealing a trace of contempt, and said nothing.

"Although Han Feng's actions are a bit unorthodox, but if Han Yu can't even pass the Han Feng level, the clan association will not be able to get the first place, the final result will be the same!"

"Han Yu is rare to cultivate vitality. With his talent, he should be able to quickly catch up with others. Unfortunately, he will be driven out of the family before he grows up. I don't know if it will be our Han family. Loss?"

"His talent? It laughed me to death. It took three years to break through from Yuanwu triple to Yuanwu fifth. This is the talent of waste!"

"Huh!"

Han Feng suddenly started his hand. He was so fast that many people didn't see what was going on, so he approached Han Yu.

Han Yu's pupils shrank, and he decided to preemptively. His fists moved in turn, and he hit nine punches in the blink of an eye. Every time Han Yu hits a punch, the dragon in the dantian roars, which invisibly adds a bit of momentum to Han Yu, but outsiders can't hear it.

"Huaquan embroider legs!"

Han Feng looked disdainful and didn't avoid it, and bluntly confronted Han Yu with nine punches.

"Boom boom boom..."

Under the head-on, both of them regressed and were evenly matched.

"It's me now!"

Han Feng jumped up, kicked three kicks one after another, and then before landing, he spun and slashed with a whip leg, shaking Han Yu back more than ten steps.

After Han Feng landed, he immediately rushed towards Han Yu, and his shot was a palm of the wind. The sharp wind sounded like a beast hissing, causing some people's eardrums to ache.

Only in the use of the exhaust palm, Han Feng is ten times better than Han Jian.

Han Yu didn't make a hard connection and dodged, but Han Feng palm after palm, and it didn't take long for Han Yu to be suppressed in a very small space.

"Han Yu is proud to be able to fight Han Feng for such a long time, even if he loses!"

"How do I feel that Han Feng hasn't used all his strength yet, like playing with Han Yu!"

"Whhhhhhh!"

Han Feng's palm turned into countless phantoms. Although it was a palm, it changed a lot, blocking many vital points of Han Yu.

Han Yu narrowed his eyes, suddenly took a half step to the left, and then used a right hook to hit Han Feng's armpit. Forcing Han Feng to dodge and dodge, his palms were abandoned halfway.

"Han Yu actually saw the flaws in Han Feng's palm technique, his eyesight is so vicious!" A middle-aged man sighed.

After breaking Han Feng's grasp, Han Yu pursued the victory and displayed a combination of violent wind sweeping leaves and volley kicking again, forcing Han Feng to retreat.

Suddenly, it even prevailed.

Everyone opened their eyes wide, and didn't dare to blink. Many people think that Han Yu is just a trick in Han Feng's hands, but they did not expect to stick to it so far.

Han Feng was forced to the edge of the ring by Han Yu, and finally broke out!

"I don't do my best, do you think you can really suppress me?"

Han Feng's vitality boiled, his body shook, and his breath suddenly rose to a new level.

"Tiger-shaped fist!"

Han Feng screamed, his body as if a tiger threw out, and then he struck out with a punch.

The tiger-shaped boxing is the first form of the Han family's second-order martial arts dragon and tiger boxing, and it is the most powerful martial arts of the Han family. Only the masters of Yuan Wu seventh layer and above can practice.

Han Feng's tiger-shaped fist is not yet successful, but its power is unimaginable. At the moment of the shot, there was a roar of a tiger.

Han Yu wanted to evade, but found that Han Feng's punches were too fast to give him a chance at all. He gritted his teeth, mobilized all the vitality of his body, and blasted out with a punch.

"Roar!" The dragon roared, although outsiders could not hear it, but its momentum completely suppressed the tiger's roar of the tiger-shaped fist. Exhaling black energy and blessing Han Yu's vitality greatly increased Han Yu's combat power.

"Boom!"

The fists of the two slammed together, and Han Yu's body suddenly flew out like a sandbag and hit the ring. This time, Han Yu had an absolute disadvantage.

In the Korean War in the stands, both fists clenched, and the tension reached the extreme, Han Qingyun sneered. After this punch, Han Yu's arm is probably already useless, and defeat is only a matter of time.

Han Feng retracted his moves, and beads of sweat broke out on his forehead. With his strength, it was extremely difficult to perform tiger-shaped fists, and one move almost exhausted all his vitality.

After taking a deep breath, he strode towards Han Yu.

"You just stepped on Han Kun's mouth, now I will give it back to you!"

Han Feng walked over and stomped Han Yu's mouth, but he stepped into the air. At the same time, a sharp piercing sound sounded, and Han Yu's fist hit his calf. Suddenly, Han Feng's calf had cracked bone pain, and his body smashed to the ground with a thud.

Han Yu stood up with a carp and kicked Han Feng's abdomen. Han Feng quickly stretched out his hands to resist and was kicked and slid seven or eight meters away.