C655 Crushing speed!
C655 Crushing speed!
"What a fast movement technique!" The High Lord looked at the two figures underneath him with a trace of surprise.
"When he was battling me just now, he didn't use his full strength at all!" Qing Leng muttered as he looked at Xiao Chen's figure.
Right now, Xiao Chen's speed was much faster than when he was facing Qing Leng.
A series of loud bangs came from the arena. Everyone could only see the two figures continuously colliding with each other. It was impossible to tell who had the upper hand.
"Xiao Chen, you have truly exceeded my expectations. You actually managed to keep up with my speed!" Su Hua's cold voice came out.
"Your speed seems ordinary to me." laughed coldly, the microstep was already an immortal-ranked art, if Xiao Chen used it to its fullest extent, it would be impossible for Su Hua to catch up to him.
"Layers of ghost shadow!"
Su Hua's gaze turned cold, and suddenly his speed increased by a lot. A black shadow flashed past the field and attacked Xiao Chen's figure, as though there were multiple Su Hua s attacking at the same time.
"Xiao Chen, do you really think that you can beat Qing Leng with your speed?"
Su Hua laughed coldly, his voice carrying an arrogant tone.
"Your speed … In my opinion, you're too weak to withstand a single blow!"
Following Xiao Chen's sneer, he lightly tapped his feet on the ground and Xiao Chen's figure instantly sped up by a lot. Even if the Peak Martial Saint wanted to capture Xiao Chen's figure, it would be extremely difficult.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Sounds of collisions could be heard from within the arena. Suddenly, a figure was sent flying and instantly, all the figures in the arena disappeared.
"Who won?"
"The one who fell down seemed to be a disciple of the Divine Palace!"
"How is this possible?" Seeing Su Hua spitting blood on the stage, Zhao Zheng could not sit still, his face was full of shock.
He was extremely clear about the speed of ghost shadow, but in a competition of speed, Su Hua actually lost.
He looked at Xiao Chen who was standing on top of the kung fu stage calmly, his eyes shining with excitement, "Good kid, you're really strong!"
"Hahaha, Zhao Zheng is embarrassed, it seems like your ghost shadow belongs to this old man!" Angry Waves immediately laughed out loud, ignoring Zhao Zheng's ashen face.
"Humph, don't worry, I will send someone to give it to you!" Zhao Zheng said coldly. He was currently an ice-cold stone that no one dared to approach.
The other elders looked at Zhao Zheng and smiles flashed past their eyes. Originally, Zhao Zheng was still standing at the top of the bet they had made, but now, he had directly lost to the bottom of his heart.
"Number one hundred, Wasteland Xiao Chen wins!" The High Lord's voice directly sounded out.
He actually won again, and with speed!
"He really wasn't lying!" Liu Xin had never believed it. Now, even Su Hua, who owned the Eighth Martial Saint, had won, Liu Xin finally understood that Xiao Chen was not lying.
He continued to draw jade chip in the second battle.
Following that, Wang Kun, Mu Qingxuan and Wu Shuo all won without fighting.
Soon, the top twenty-five were all decided.
The battle continued, but since there were only twenty-five people left, there were only twelve. One person directly entered the finals.
The battle continued as Wang Kun defeated his opponent with one palm using the Eight Extreme Palms.
Mu Qingxuan had also defeated her opponent with one strike, but what surprised Xiao Chen was that Wu Shuo's methods were cruel, killing his opponent, a disciple from a large force.