After waiting for a while, the betting ended.
The referee on the stage announced the start, then quickly stepped off the ring.
Zhou Feng, the Mountain-Shattering Fist, charged towards Zhang Haoran as soon as the referee called out 'start'.
In a flash, he appeared within his optimal sword-drawing distance. But he remained motionless, wide-eyed, staring at his opponent, as if he had been scared stiff.
Zhou Feng had seen more than a few rookies who hadn't seen blood before. There was even one he had personally beaten to death, and he hadn't seen the opponent's instructor come to the rescue. Zhou Feng was not surprised by Zhang Haoran's performance.
Zhou Feng immediately felt that this round was a sure win, and he had earned more money. He truly hoped to encounter more little brats from Martial Arts Universities.
When the two were only two meters apart, Zhou Feng fiercely threw a punch. However, in his perception, this punch only had about 30 Qi and Blood.
Even if this punch landed on him, it wouldn't be a big problem. He had the Major Achievement Golden Bell Cover Iron Shirt protecting him.
Zhang Haoran leaned back and raised his leg, his Chuō Jiǎo striking first. Like a long spear, it pointed directly at the opponent's throat.
If it continued, Zhou Feng would definitely be unlucky, after all, legs are longer than arms.
But Zhou Feng did not retract his right fist; instead, he raised his left fist to block his throat.
He planned to block this kick and then punch the opponent to death.
However, the opponent raising his left fist to block his throat exposed his vital heart area.
Zhang Haoran's right leg was like a trembling long spear. First, it struck Zhou Feng's left fist with considerable force. The alloy boot striking the alloy gauntlet produced a shower of sparks.
Zhou Feng's forward-rushing body paused with it. Then, the Chuō Jiǎo lifted higher, striking towards Zhou Feng's face.
Zhou Feng reacted very quickly, raising his left arm, intending to block the incoming kick, but he was still too slow. Shadowless Kick is known for its speed. The fact that Zhou Feng could react at all already showed he was very formidable.
Striking the throat, the glabella, and the heart—these three points had almost become instinct for him.
The Chuō Jiǎo struck Zhou Feng's glabella. At this moment, Zhou Feng's left fist had just passed his nose. Immediately after, the third strike landed on Zhou Feng's heart.
Each of Zhang Haoran's kicks unleashed 20 Qi and Blood. A stream of bright red blood gushed from Zhou Feng's glabella and heart.
After retracting his leg, he took a step to the left, moving to the right side of Zhou Feng's body. His longsword was unsheathed, a crisp sword cry accompanied by a flash of flowing light, and with one strike, the head was severed.
Zhang Haoran lunged forward, dodging the spurting blood.
This sword strike only used the minimum consumption of 30 Qi and Blood.
He sheathed his longsword and turned to look at the headless corpse lying on the ground.
In his ears, he heard the high-pitched shouts from the audience, some cheering, as the instant life-or-death moment combined with the head-severing sword strike was too cool.
There were also curses from those who had lost their bets.
Actually, Zhang Haoran didn't have to draw his sword. Because he had already been hit in the glabella and heart, Zhou Feng was already dead.
He was about to step off the ring. At this moment, the referee walked up, stopping Zhang Haoran. He was very vigilant. He directly pulled a Qi and Blood Pill from his Pregnant and threw it into his mouth, his hand on the sword hilt.
The referee did not approach but explained his intention. Zhou Feng's younger brother wanted to avenge his brother; he was also a First Rank Peak Martial Artist.
He was willing to put up both brothers' entire fortune, one hundred million, to fight him in the next match. He would receive this one hundred million regardless of whether he won or lost.
Zhang Haoran nodded after listening to the referee. At the same time, he proposed that this one hundred million be directly bet on the next match, betting on himself to win.
One hundred million is a lot; these brothers were quite wealthy.
He just didn't know why they would come to fight in an underground black fight.
The main reason he agreed to fight another match was not the one hundred million. It was because he didn't want an enemy to be alive. That might lead to them ambushing him at some point.
Seeing him agree, the referee immediately announced the news loudly: the revenge battle.
Moreover, Zhang Haoran's consumption was clearly not small just now, having used a total of 90 Qi and Blood.
Now, he only had 180 Qi and Blood left. The one hundred million the opponent spent bought him this 90 Qi and Blood.
Even if Zhang Haoran took a Qi and Blood Pill, it would still require digestion time.
The opponent's title was Impermanence Blade Zhou Qing.
Compared to his brother, he was noticeably much thinner, and his height was only 1.7 meters. He held a short blade in his right hand, the blade shining brightly. Just by looking at the material, it should be a D-grade alloy blade.
After the five-minute betting period passed, Zhou Qing charged towards Zhang Haoran. It was clear that neither of these brothers had practiced more Advanced footwork.
They were still using basic footwork, and had only practiced it to Minor Achievement.
Actually, among Martial Artists in society, this was already considered good.
Zhou Qing rushed forward, but his short blade was hidden behind him. From the looks of it, if Zhang Haoran used Chuō Jiǎo, Zhou Qing would definitely take the kick head-on and then give him a slash.
If he were truly cut on the leg by Zhou Qing, in Zhou Qing's opinion, he could then be cut to death in a few more slashes, avenging his brother.
As soon as Zhang Haoran saw the opponent charging straight at him, he roughly understood Zhou Qing's intention. He didn't want to be cut by the opponent. So he unleashed Cloud Step to maneuver around Zhou Qing.
Even though he only used Cloud Step, and Cloud Step was only executed to the Minor Achievement level, it was still much faster than Zhou Qing.
Basic footwork and Intermediate footwork still differ greatly.
Zhou Qing, seeing that he was at a disadvantage in footwork, could only constantly burst forth with Qi and Blood from his feet to catch up. Moreover, Zhou Qing was experienced; as he pursued, he continuously adjusted his angle to close the distance between them.
During one pass, Zhou Qing struck with his blade. This was intentional on Zhang Haoran's part; he wanted to see how much Qi and Blood Zhou Qing could unleash.
As a result of this strike, Zhou Qing unleashed 40 Qi and Blood, which was quite good. Since the distance only allowed Zhou Qing to barely strike, he still easily dodged it.
However, it wasn't his revenge, so he certainly wasn't in a hurry. He continued to wear down the opponent with Cloud Step. His own Qi and Blood were also slowly increasing with the recovery from the Qi and Blood Pill.
When he once again widened the distance, he realized something was wrong.
Zhou Qing's angle in pursuing him was calculated. Now, no matter whether he broke through from Zhou Qing's left or right, it was enough for the opponent to strike.
Ah, still lacking in experience! This must be noted in the future. But now, none of that matters. What matters is that Zhang Haoran plans to end the battle with the next strike.
He made a motion as if to pass Zhou Qing's right side, which was very normal, as he also used his right hand for his sword.
The moment the two crossed paths, they struck almost simultaneously. Zhou Qing swung his long-planned blade, unleashing nearly 50 Qi and Blood with this strike.
And Zhang Haoran also struck at this very moment, only slightly earlier than Zhou Qing, after all, his sword was a bit longer than Zhou Qing's short blade.
But this slight distance was almost negligible. His longsword went straight for Zhou Qing's neck, intending to cut it off.
And Zhou Qing's blade directly struck towards his heart. Zhang Haoran's height of 1.85 meters led to their blades and sword inevitably colliding in the air.
However, Zhou Qing's blade only unleashed less than 50 Qi and Blood. But this sword strike of Zhang Haoran's was taught by Li Changsheng; not only was the sword strike incredibly fast and locked onto the target, but it also unleashed over 80 Qi and Blood.
Blade and sword collided, and Zhou Qing's short blade was directly sent flying. Zhang Haoran's longsword swept straight through. With a flash of cold light, it cut across Zhou Qing's neck.
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