Martial Ruler

"Zhao Yun, let me know!"    

Once Zhao Yun and Mu Fengchun stepped onto the stage, they first politely exchanged names, and then, they began to get into a fighting stance.    

Zhao Yun belonged to a very small force, but Mu Fengchun was a member of the Du Sect. With a slight comparison, one could imagine that the cheers on the spectator's stage had a one-sided tendency, while the situation on the stage also had a one-sided trend. Although Mu Fengchun was placed last in the Expert Ranking s, he had rich combat experience. After a few short exchanges, he had used a spear strike secretly to catch Chen Cang, and with just the Intermediate Profound Rank Fighting Technique, he smashed Zhao Yun's palm off the stage!    

Regardless of whether it was to the new experts of Group A or the members of Group B Expert Ranking, the first round was extremely important. It almost determined the momentum of both sides, but Zhao Yun who recklessly went up to challenge the other party, lost his crucial victory.    

"For the first match, Group B's Mu Fengshu won!" Following the announcement of the results of the match, cheers broke out from the Du Sect side. There was not a single person in the second group who extended their hand to touch Mu Fengchun's head and praised him for his good work.    

After the first battle, the aura of Group A plummeted. The members of Group A understood that the following second round was extremely important to the decadent Group A members. If they were to lose again, it would likely affect everyone's confidence, and might even shake their resolve to challenge the Expert Ranking. For a moment, the members of Group A were all rubbing their fists and looking left and right, but no one dared to challenge them.    

No one dared to come out even after a quarter of an hour had passed. Faang Lei looked at the elders seated in the judging area and found that they were discussing something amongst themselves. After a while, the purple robed elder walked up to the member of the Group once again and asked: "Does anyone from the A member intend to continue challenging the group? "If not, I will now announce the start of the second round!"    

"Wait a minute!" The instant the purple-robed elder's words left his mouth, a person from Group A suddenly stood out and interrupted the purple-robed elder.    

"It's him!"    

"Faang Lin?!" If it's him, then we'll have to ensure the second round! "    

"That might not necessarily be the case. Let's see who his opponent is!"    

"You finally can't take it anymore!" Yuan Wanfang looked at Faang Lei with a faint smile and said with a sly smile.    

"Who do you want to challenge?" At the same time that the violet-robed elder asked this question, the figures of the members of the Group B's first place, Jiang Yanming, and the 19th place, Lin Kui, trembled. After all, an opponent as strong as Faang Lei could only be encountered by chance and not sought after. As long as it was an expert, they would all want to exchange blows with him.    

"Twenty-seventh place, Yuan Wanfang!" As soon as Faang Lei finished his sentence, everyone exclaimed in surprise and cast their gazes at Yuan Wanfang, who had already appeared on the stage.    

"He wants to challenge Yuan Wanfang? Is he crazy?! Yuan Wanfang is a level 9 Fighting Cultivator Ranker. If not for the absence of the Expert Ranking from last time, he would probably be in the top 20 now! " The audience immediately began to hiss and hiss, and the members of the first group began to heckle and discuss amongst themselves.    

"Do you think he has a chance of winning now?" One of the people in Group A had a mocking expression on his face as he looked at the previous confident person.    

"Gou!" The person being questioned had an awkward expression and didn't reply. It was obvious that even though Yuan Wanfang's strength wasn't comparable to the top ten, he was still a terrifying existence. Fighting Cultivator level nine was the closest to being a Fighting Master level expert, and this kind of opponent was something the members of the Group A wouldn't even dare to think about, let alone challenge them!    

"Yuan Wanfang, accept the challenge!" Yuan Wanfang, who was on the arena, cupped his hands towards Faang Lei and impatiently said.    

With this, Faang Lei walked onto the stage amidst a wave of doubts. Yuan Wanfang nodded at Faang Lei, signaling him to keep his words. He then turned around to look at Du Xiaosheng, who was waiting there eagerly. Du Xiaosheng gave a meaningful look, and the former nodded in understanding.    

"Do you still remember our agreement?" Faang Lei said coldly.    

Yuan Wanfang paused for a moment and then smiled. "Of course, if Mr Faang Lin's skill is better today, then I, Yuan Wanfang, will do my best. I will kneel on the stage and apologize to you!" In his heart, however, he secretly ridiculed him: "When you die, I'll pay my respects to you in front of your grave!"    

"Very well, I look forward to this moment!"    

"Please!" The two of them clasped their hands at the same time, and quickly retreated, pulling away from each other. A powerful aura instantly burst out from Yuan Wanfang's body, and a dark yellow Fighting Qi Armor appeared around his body, heavily protecting him!    

Yuan Wanfang had immediately prepared his defense right away, which surprised everyone. However, when they thought about how his opponent was Faang Lei, who was adept at quick and hurried attacks, this surprise disappeared without a trace.    

"Not only is Yuan Wanfang meticulous in his planning, he is also good at scheming. In addition, he has the ability to both attack and defense. This kid, Faang Lin, has encountered a tough opponent!" Luan Chengxu leaned his body forward and whispered into Jiang Yanming's ear.    

"Faang Lin has no chance at all!" Just you wait and see how Wan Fang will deal with this arrogant brat! " Du Xiaosheng held his hands in front of him, looked at Faang Lei coldly and purposely raised his voice.    

"Faang Lin, you're a new student. Someone is saying that I'm bullying the weak. I'll let you make the first move!" Yuan Wanfang displayed an extraordinary magnanimity, as if he was a senior expert.    

Glancing coldly at the Fighting Qi Armor on the surface of Yuan Wanfang's body, Faang Lei could not help but snicker in his heart. You have already summoned out your Fighting Cultivator Armor, isn't this clearly a preemptive move? Yet now, he was pretending to be magnanimous. This was truly an act!    

"Thank you, senior!" Faang Lei bowed slightly and lowered his head, releasing a deep yellow qi to instantly break through his body and surround him. The Fighting Cultivator Armor appeared and at the same time, a bunch of fiery-red rays of light suddenly appeared on the armor. With a flash of light, the deep yellow Fighting Cultivator Armor turned into a fiery-red armor, Flowing Sand Armor!    

The moment the Quicksand Armor appeared, Yuan Wanfang lightly furrowed his brows, and thought to himself: "Congealed Armor, could it be that he has already entered the Fighting Master realm?" He quickly rejected this conjecture. Because he did not sense the imposing manner that a Fighting Master practitioner should have!    

Faang Lei raised his hand and pulled out the Seven-layer Sword. The tip of his foot touched the ground and his body immediately flew out, creating countless of illusory figures that were unable to see the original body clearly. The shadow headed towards Yuan Wanfang, closing in on him step by step.    

"Cheap Shot?" Is that all you've got? " Yuan Wanfang shouted coldly and suddenly turned his body. Faang Lei impressively appeared in front of him, with the Seven-layer Sword sword pointed downwards. Yuan Wanfang did not hesitate at all. He raised his hands and was ready to cut the sword.    

However, Faang Lei's grip on the sword suddenly stopped, and the Seven-layer Sword suddenly stopped in midair. It let out a trembling sound, and its body suddenly disappeared from where it was.    

"A fake move!" Yuan Wanfang was slightly shocked, he immediately stood at his original spot, his eyes sweeping back and forth, occasionally looking at the dead angle above his head. At a certain moment, Faang Lei impressively appeared 30 feet away from him, the tip of the Seven-layer Sword touched the ground, Faang Lei was swinging the sword with all his strength, the tip of the blunt sword brushed against the ground, causing sparks to fly everywhere.