Drunken Swordsman: I choose the ruthless way, why are you crying?

Chapter 34: Defeated two people in a row and promoted to a personal disciple!
In the holy land of Langya, the sunlight shines on the high platform of the martial arts arena, like a layer of gauze, gently covering the ground and giving the entire martial arts arena a layer of sacred light.

In the reflection of the dawn light, the traces of the battle texture on the bluestone bricks on the field are still clearly visible, as if telling the past.

There was a lot of noise around the martial arts arena. Figures were sitting on the undulating stone seats all around, cheering for the people in the arena.

Countless eyes on the stone pedestals were focused on the high platform in the center, on which two figures were crossing each other. Every collision between the two sides would burst out with dazzling light and huge fluctuations of spiritual power.

It was Qin Hao and Lin Yuan who were fighting.

Their figures were as fast as lightning and their moves were so sharp that it was hard to keep up with them. The roar of the battle lingered for a long time, echoing over the martial arts field.

Countless shouts of cheers rose up all around.

"Senior Brother Lin, teach this arrogant guy a lesson!" A disciple stood up, waving his fist and shouted loudly.

"If he wants to become a true disciple, it depends on whether he has the ability."

"Brother Lin, defeat him!"

More disciples shouted in unison. Their voices were uniform and loud, forming a powerful wave of sound that seemed to overturn the entire training ground.

All the disciples of Langya Holy Land cheered for Lin Yuan. Their voices merged into a powerful wave that was deafening.

Seeing this, Lin Tianxuan, who was floating in the air, frowned even more.

"This kid is doomed to fail."

An elder shook his head slightly: "Lin Yuan is so powerful, how could Qin Hao, a nobody, defeat him?"

On the high platform, the battle between Qin Hao and Lin Yuan has reached a climax.

The Netherworld Demon Sword in Qin Hao's hand seemed to have life, and the sword body was flashing with a strange light. The light was sometimes dark blue, and sometimes purple-black, like the flames of hell.

Just after the two sides fought again, Qin Hao suddenly shook his wrist, his figure rushed forward suddenly, and the Netherworld Demon Sword shot out at an incredibly fast speed, like a roaring galaxy surging down from the sky, unstoppable, as if it would destroy the entire platform.

Lin Yuan felt this powerful pressure, his face suddenly turned as pale as paper, and beads of sweat the size of beans kept rolling down his forehead, one after another, instantly wetting his forehead.

He gritted his teeth, gripped his sword tightly with both hands, and the veins on his arms bulged like a winding earthworm, trying to block Qin Hao's fierce attack.

However, when Lin Yuan touched the sword, he found that his power was so insignificant in front of Qin Hao. The surging power was like an insurmountable mountain.

"boom!"

There was a loud bang, like a thunderclap, and Lin Yuan flew backwards like a kite with a broken string. His body drew an arc in the air, and then fell heavily to the platform, looking extremely embarrassed.

The moment he landed, dust flew everywhere. Lin Yuan's clothes were torn, he had multiple injuries on his body, and blood stained his clothes red.

Qin Hao stood proudly, holding the magic sword, and said coldly: "Next."

His voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard throughout the entire training ground, carrying a hint of pride and majesty.

Everyone was shocked and gasped. They originally thought that Lin Yuan could easily defeat Qin Hao, but they didn't expect the outcome to be so unexpected.

All the disciples and elders widened their eyes and looked at the tall young man on the platform in disbelief.

The other true disciples also looked serious and began to take Qin Hao seriously.

"This guy is no ordinary person."

They realized that this new guy was quite powerful, and their previous contempt for Qin Hao instantly disappeared, replaced by a reassessment and vigilance of Qin Hao's strength.

"Lin Yuan is just a waste, there is nothing to be proud of!"

A roar suddenly sounded, and the next moment, a figure quickly landed on the platform.

This person was burly and muscular, and each muscle was full of explosive power. He was none other than Wang Meng, who was ranked in the top three among the true disciples. His appearance instantly caused a burst of exclamations. "It turned out to be Senior Brother Wang Meng. His strength ranks in the top three among the true disciples!" Someone shouted excitedly.

"Qin Hao is bound to lose!" Some people also firmly believe that Wang Meng will put an end to Qin Hao's arrogance.

Wang Meng stood on the high platform, staring at Qin Hao with a sharp gaze, and said, "Boy, don't be so arrogant!"

His voice was like a loud bell, making people's ears buzz, and at the same time it also showed his strong self-confidence and majesty.

Qin Hao smiled slightly, not taking Wang Meng's threat seriously at all, and said calmly: "Then give it a try."

His tone was relaxed, yet contained a hint of provocation.

How could Wang Meng, with his violent temper, tolerate such a provocation? The fight between the two sides broke out instantly.

Wang Meng took the lead in launching an attack. He swung the heavy axe in his hand, creating a gust of wind. Wherever the axe blade passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, making a sharp whistling sound. Each of his moves was powerful and he vowed to chop Qin Hao in half with one axe.

Qin Hao's figure flashed, like a phantom, easily avoiding Wang Meng's attack. His movements were like a ghost, making it difficult to predict. He moved lightly and nimbly, moving freely between Wang Meng's attacks.

"The secret method of the holy land! You haven't even become a true disciple yet, but you're actually practicing the secret method of the holy land!"

Wang Meng became even angrier upon seeing this. His eyes were red like an angry lion. He kept attacking and his axe skills became more and more fierce. There was no flaw between his moves, forming an impenetrable attack network.

However, Qin Hao was always at ease. There was a cold light flashing in his eyes, and a strong sword intent swept out. The ruthless sword intent was cold and sharp, which made everyone feel frightened.

Wang Meng was also caught off guard by the ruthless sword intent, and his moves became messy.

Qin Hao seized the opportunity and stabbed out with his sword when there was a slight flaw in Wang Meng's axe technique. This sword seemed simple, but it contained Qin Hao's full strength.

The sword was as fast as lightning and instantly broke through Wang Meng's defense.

Wang Meng wanted to resist, but found it was too late.

"puff!"

The sword pierced Wang Meng's shoulder, and blood splattered everywhere. The bright red blood was particularly dazzling in the sunlight. Wang Meng groaned in pain, his body shook a few times, and he almost lost his balance.

Qin Hao said coldly: "You lose!"

His voice was cold, without a trace of mercy.

The whole audience was silent, and everyone was speechless with shock at the sudden ending. Then, there was a burst of exclamations.

"How is this possible? Qin Hao even defeated Wang Meng!"

"What kind of strength is he? It's so scary!"

People were talking about it and were extremely shocked by Qin Hao's strength.

Even Wang Meng, whose strength ranked among the top three among Qin Hao's disciples, was defeated by Qin Hao?
How can this be?

"No, I haven't lost yet!"

Wang Meng roared angrily and was about to stand up, but found that he could not move at all.

The next moment, his clothes were torn to pieces, and dozens of crisscrossing bloodstains slowly appeared on his body.

Wang suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes full of shock, and he obviously couldn't believe that he would lose.

"What, when did the sword wound appear..."

(End of this chapter)