Weapon Master

On arena number 320, the Flame Feather Spear in Tang Huan\'s hands swept out like a dragon, creating an incomparably terrifying fiery-red storm with an overflowing might.

"Aooo!" A frightened expression flashed in the eyes of a tall young man. He roared and crazily smashed out the black hammer in his hand.

"Bam!"

The spear and hammer fiercely collided, and an earth-shattering sound echoed out, causing the surrounding space to tremble.

The burly man let out a muffled groan. Just as the hammer in his hand left his hand, the long spear swept at his waist like a bolt of lightning. In a split-second, the burly figure flew back like a cloud amidst the shocked cries of the crowd below, landing successively with the giant hammer.

With a roll, the burly man crawled back up. He did not appear to be injured, but his already swarthy face became even more so like the bottom of a pot.

"Who the hell is this guy?"

"He Yunlong\'s cultivation is at the Peak Rank Six True Spirit and he\'s even an expert ranked in the top 500 of the Sword-fighting Scoreboard, yet he\'s so weak that he couldn\'t even withstand a single blow?"

"I\'ve never seen this person before. He can\'t be new, right?"

"..."

Beneath the stage, everybody was discussing amongst themselves as one surprised gaze after another landed on Tang Huan.

Tang Huan retracted his spear and stood there, but did not walk towards the referee stand, in a blink of an eye, he looked down the stage, two pairs of eyes looking at the people below. Just as everyone was feeling suspicious, Tang Huan suddenly laughed, and then shouted out loud: "Which other friend is willing to come up and fight with me?"

This fellow still wanted to fight with someone else?

The power Tang Huan and He Yunlong displayed was just too shocking. Ordinary Rank Six True Spirit cultivators would not have much of a difference with giving out points when they go up, even if the Peak Rank Six True Spirit cultivators were to fight them, they would not have much of a chance of winning.

Tang Huan frowned, he had already realized what was going on.

However, this was not a problem. With a thought, Tang Huan intentionally sneered: "So many disciples that were prepared, are they all cowards?"

The expressions of many people in the audience went slightly pale.

They knew very well in their hearts that Tang Huan was goading them to the stage, but knowing that was one thing. Whether or not they could endure it, was another.

"Shut up!"

Indeed, after a short moment, an explosive shout rang out, "You only just won a single battle yet you dare to be this arrogant. In that case, I shall help you to understand just how powerful you are! " The person who spoke was a short, thin, and weak young man, but the Qi that was being emitted from his body was extremely tyrannical, even stronger than the recently defeated He Yunlong.

"Then cut the crap, hurry up and come up!" Tang Huan\'s face revealed a look of disdain.

"Humph!"

The short man was enraged, his figure flashed, and shot towards the referee stand like lightning.

Around the arena, there were cultivators who immediately recognized the short man\'s identity, and immediately, cries of alarm rang out from the crowd.

"Chu Huan! It\'s actually Chu Huan! "

"Chu Huan has accumulated over two thousand points, and his ranking in the Sword-fighting Scoreboard has far surpassed He Yunlong\'s."

"Let\'s see if that guy can still act so arrogantly now."

"..."

Everyone\'s eyes lit up in excitement as they muttered to themselves.

Not long later, the short man called Chu Huan came out from the referee stand s into the stage, holding onto a huge blade. The length of the blade was more than two times of its height, and the blade itself was as wide as a door. With such a small and thin body coupled with such a weapon, it was indeed a bit comical.

"Begin!"

A loud shout came from the referee stand and two figures rapidly approached.

"Bam!"

However, after only a few dozen breaths of time, a rather short and thin figure was shot out with a loud sound, staggering to the edge of the stage, and then, with a step into the air, actually fell down with his weapon, causing his face to be covered in dust.

The person who lost, was actually Chu Huan.

Looking at this scene, the surroundings of the stage were completely silent. Even Chu Huan, who was stronger than He Yunlong, was defeated so quickly?

It was just that with the cultivation of the Rank Six True Spirit, he had actually defeated two experts of the Peak Rank Six True Spirit in a row!

Just how strong was that fellow?

Everyone was shocked, but many sharp-eyed people noticed that Tang Huan\'s chest was moving up and down slightly, and the hands holding onto the spear seemed to be trembling.

After seeing this, many cultivators let out sighs of relief.

It seemed that after that guy had won two rounds consecutively, his energy consumption was not little either. At this time, if there was another expert of Peak Rank Six True Spirit up there, he would probably be able to win. However, that fellow should also be aware of his current situation. He should stop at the moment he sees the situation, and not continue to stay on stage.

"Who else?"

A voice suddenly sounded from the arena.

Everyone was startled, but soon after, many people revealed expressions of interest. That guy was actually so arrogant, and he still wanted to fight for the third time?

"Me!"

A black clothed man who was as thin as a bamboo pole suddenly sneered. A sinister look flashed in his eyes, and practically at the same time that the voice sounded, he had already shot towards the referee stand s like lightning.

In just a short moment, the black clothed man had arrived at the arena.

However, he went up and down quickly.

"Aoouuu ~ ~ ~"

Several dozen breaths later, the black-clothed man was blasted off the stage. He Yunlong and Chu Huan who were defeated in the beginning were not really injured, but this guy directly fainted. However, Tang Huan\'s condition was even worse, the abnormality in his chest and hands was even more obvious.

"Again!" On the stage, Tang Huan shouted out once again.

"Motherf * cker, I don\'t believe that I can still hold on after three consecutive matches!"

"..."

"Next!"

"Haha, is this kid sick? He\'s about to fall, and he still wants to fight." Since he wants to be abused, then I shall properly satisfy him. "

"..."

"He\'s simply trash! Can you be any less pussy! "

"He still hasn\'t fallen down. This is so infuriating. It\'s just turning ten points. Even if I have to risk some injuries, I will knock him over."

"..."

One by one, Rank Six True Spirit cultivators walked onto the stage...

Tang Huan looked more and more out of sorts. Almost every cultivator that came up on stage felt that they could defeat Tang Huan, but every time, they would be swept down the stage by Tang Huan\'s Flame Feather Spear. Especially that time just now, Tang Huan was swaying unsteadily, as if he could fall to the ground at any time. However, in the end, the fellow who wanted to take advantage of the situation was swept away by him.

This situation was extremely strange.

Anyone who could cultivate to the True Spirit Level at such a young age was naturally not a fool. More and more cultivators felt that the situation was not right, and when Tang Huan forced the ninth Rank Six True Spirit Cultivator out of the stage, the entire stage became silent, and no one else came up to fight.