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Sakura Martial Arts Tournament, the final scene.

The lively martial arts conference is not only a stage for martial artists to show their strength, but also a feast in the hearts of all participants. Here, everyone can feel the passion and enthusiasm of martial arts, as well as the infinite yearning for the strong.

But today.

All the people have become a thing of the past.

And only the two people standing on the stage, only the two of them, can create suspense.

"Dear viewers!"

"Hello everyone!"

"I am Lao Song, the official commentator for this event!"

“Today is the exciting moment!”

“Although the two players on the stage, I think most people are more familiar with them than us commentators!”

"But I still want to introduce them separately!"

"The first one is Sheng Pan'an, an outstanding disciple from Xuantian Sect! He only has the strength of the Bigu period, but on the stage of this martial arts competition, he showed extraordinary strength! No matter how strong he is in Xuantian Sect, he is already the most popular disciple of Xuantian Sect."

"And the other contestant is a disciple from the Golden Light Sect. He has never lost a match since the martial arts tournament. From a personal point of view, or for dedicated cultivators, his matches, although not very entertaining to watch, are definitely educational in nature. Although I don't understand it, many cultivators' forums have commented on it this way!"

indeed.

The confrontation between Taichi and others.

Although it's not a one-hit-kill or fancy big move.

However, his fighting is very instructive for fellow cultivators.

Because the way he won was very simple, it was all through his understanding of martial arts and using cleverness to win the game.

"Today, on the stage of the finals, who will win? Let's wait and see!"

After the commentator finished his opening remarks.

Thunderous cheers broke out at the scene.

Obviously, two contestants began to enter the stage and started to get ready.

"Sheng Panan, so handsome!"

"He is so charming and suave, a pear blossom outshining a crabapple blossom. He is simply known as Sheng Pan'an in the martial arts world!"

"No, in the original version of the movie, it seems that the person in Jianghu is called Zhou Botong?"

"Come on, Sheng Panan!"

"Come on, come on, if you win the championship, I'll show you super-thin black stockings!"

"I want to see it too!"

"Today, I'm making a bet here. As long as Sheng Panan wins the championship, I'll give it to the brothers for free."

"Fuck, that's what you girls from EDG said back then, did you really keep your promise?"

"This scene is really lively, but it's a pity that I can't afford the plane ticket, let alone the ticket to the scene!"

"I heard that the ticket to the finals has been sold for $1000 a piece!"

"Fuck, Sakura really made a fortune this time. How many people are here? At least tens of thousands? That's tens of millions of dollars?"

"These are small heads. You can also pay attention to the advertisements on the scene!"

"Yes, the advertising revenue is almost several hundred million US dollars!"

“And then there’s the flow of people, which brings economic benefits to the surrounding areas!”

"Let's hold one in Daxia as well. That way, I can buy tickets no matter how expensive they are. But going to Sakura is a bit troublesome, and I need to get a visa!"

"What's the use of a visa? Can't you just fly there directly? If you fly there by yourself, it seems that you don't need a visa?"

"Brother, that's called sneaking!"

"Smuggling, it seems that no one from Master Yun onwards in my Xuantian Sect has signed any documents?"

"Mr. Yun: What is a visa? Smuggling? Put me in jail?"

"Hahaha, you don't have to have a visa, but you have to be a figure of Mr. Yun's level."

Yun Feifei’s live broadcast room.

Netizens began to post comments crazily.

Almost 70 to 80 million people have gathered here.

The live broadcast room of Yun Feifei this time was very lively.

Almost more than half of the people on the entire platform are in Yun Feifei’s live broadcast room.

Fortunately, a server was specially added to Yun Feifei’s live broadcast room, otherwise it might have crashed.

A thud.

With the sound of the gong.

The two warriors began to take the stage.

There was no showmanship this time.

Both of them walked onto the stage slowly.

And they bowed to each other.

In the audience seats on the sidelines, people were talking about it and exclaiming from time to time. Some waved their arms, as if they wanted to personally participate in this fierce competition. The girls hid behind their fans and whispered to each other, but their eyes secretly revealed their admiration for the strong man.

On the judges' panel, several highly respected martial arts masters were contemplating with their eyes closed, occasionally exchanging glances, and seemed to be silently discussing today's contestants' performances with each other.

These masters, who are also cultivators, were invited from various major sects. They can not only effectively protect the safety of the players on site, but also prevent any cheating!

Of course, the safety of the players will be protected only after one of them admits defeat.

"Mr. Sheng Pan'an, this is our first fight, please give me your guidance!"

After entering the ring.

Taiyi greeted Sheng Panan first.

"I don't deserve your advice. Today I just come here to beat you up." Sheng Pan'an didn't like the hypocritical gentleman of Sakura Monk and he confronted him directly.

Sakura people have always been like this.

Looks polite.

When you meet someone, you either be polite or bow.

But in fact, they have very bad hearts.

This nation is a group of people who can do anything. "I'm afraid today there won't be as good an opportunity as before!" Taiyi snorted, "My useless junior brothers have not mastered the unique skills of my Jinguang Sect!"

"Oh? It seems that you have completely mastered the signature skills of your Jinguan Sect?" Sheng Pan'an asked back, looking at the other party.

"I don't claim to have mastered it, but since the competition has begun, I won't be polite!" Taiyi said, and flames began to condense on his palms.

It was obvious that he was going to use the Jinguan Sect's card-removing technique, the Flame Sword.

""here we go!"

"Taiyi, a disciple of the Jinguang Sect, took the lead. Looking at this opening move, the audience who have been paying attention to this martial arts conference should know that this move should be the signature skill of the Jinguang Sect, the Flame Blade!"

"I have carefully observed all of Taiyi's game videos. In most of his past games, he did not actively attack, but always played a defensive role. He is good at breaking other people's skills. When others are weak or have a gap in their skills, he will suddenly attack and end the game in an unstoppable way!"

"And today, he was very abnormal. He actually took the initiative to attack as soon as he came up!"

"It seems that he was just playing around in previous competitions, but this time he is facing the champion. If he wins this one, the championship will be his. It seems that he will not show any mercy."

Following Lao Song’s explanation.

Above the thousands of square meters of thunder.

Taiyi, a young man who looked to be in his early twenties, had the flame in his palm slowly condensing into color.

It was a red flame.

"Seven-fold Flame Blade?" Sheng Pan'an was not surprised, but was amazed enough.

"What kind of gifted disciple of the Jinguan Sect is this guy?" A cultivator from the west side of the stage said in surprise.

"Seven-Layer Flame Blade, is it very powerful? How come he is a gifted disciple?" Another companion, who is also a cultivator, asked curiously.

"The Golden Light Sect's Flame Blade is roughly like this. Generally, in the early stage of Qi training, one can only practice the first level. In the late stage of Qi training, one can practice the second level. In the early stage of Bigu training, one can practice the third level. In the late stage of Bigu training, one can practice the fourth level. And so on. In the late stage of Lingji, one can only practice the sixth level. But if one wants to practice the seventh level, it is not the same. It depends a lot on talent. Some people may not be able to practice to the seventh level even if they have reached the late stage of Jindan."

Seeing this, the companion said in surprise, "So, according to what you said, with his current rank, he is at most at the sixth level. He has already mastered the seventh level. He is indeed an outstanding disciple with extraordinary talent."

"The seventh-level flame sword not only has the greatest increase in power and temperature, but also flies faster, so opponents who are slow to react or move will not be able to dodge it. The flame sword has an even more cruel feature, that is, if a person is injured by each level of the flame sword, the opponent's pain level will be doubled. The pain of the seventh level is beyond the reach of ordinary people. People who are hit will often faint from the pain!"

"And the difficulty of recovery is also the most difficult! After the seventh-level flame sword is injured, it needs ice-cold spring water as a medicine to heal, and this kind of cold spring only grows in the extreme north! It is very difficult to come across it. In the world of cultivation, it is a precious treasure of the sixth grade or above!"

On the stage.

Sheng Panan didn't know what everyone was talking about.

He was also somewhat surprised by Taiyi's proactive attack.

"I thought you were only good at defense, but I didn't expect you to be a coward today!" Sheng Pan'an said something, but he didn't dare to be careless. He raised his arm and shouted, "Dafang Handprint!"

These are the two factions.

A competition between signature techniques.

Sheng Pan'an knew very well that it was okay for him to lose one or two moves with his other skills, but with this signature skill, he could not bring shame to the Xuantian Sect.

So the true Qi is running at full power.

He has no defense.

Instead, he pushed the big handprint out.

Between the lightning and flint.

A knife-shaped flame and a square wall flew towards each other at a rapid speed.

Bang.

Black smoke and strong air waves were generated at the place of collision.

Fortunately, the arena is over a thousand meters long.

Several wigs of the audience sitting on the edge flew off.

"Oh shit, such a powerful energy fluctuation!" Principal Wang was sitting in the front row, and all the Xuantian Sect disciples around him were fine.

Only he, just like what Stephen Chow said, managed to protect his face.

"Fuck, now I know why the front row seats are easier to sell at other concerts, but the front row seats at the martial arts tournament seem to be the cheapest?" Zhao Xiaoguang complained directly, and his milk tea flew out.

He fell directly on the bun of a beautiful girl in the back row.

The beautiful woman also started cursing.

However, she didn't want to argue with Zhao Xiaoguang about such an exciting game.

If it wasn't such an exciting game, why would you have to scold Zhao Xiaoguang to death? Couldn't you hold on to your milk tea a little more?
"You deserve it, the guys. Have I not told you that the finals will be different from ordinary matches, and the air waves will be very strong. If you don't have some strength, it's best not to come to the front row. Don't you see that most of the people sitting in the front row are cultivators, or warriors, and they can withstand these air waves." Yun Feifei was broadcasting live on her phone at the side.

She obviously had no feeling at all about the gust of wind.

Because she is right next to her ancestors.

When a strong wind blew over just now, the old ancestor didn't even move a hair.

When the powerful airflow passed through here, it was like encountering a powerful magnetic field.

Let the power disappear without a trace.

"Well, brother, grandpa, I don't know how to address you. How about we change seats? Let's sit next to our ancestor?" Principal Wang had already begged the disciple of Xuantian Sect who was in the Spirit Transformation Stage and was sitting next to Yun Mo.

"Yes, old man, you are definitely not afraid of the impact of these air waves, but we can't make it. If we continue like this, I'm afraid I'll lose my life!" Zhao Xiaoguang also pleaded.

"Fortunately, I was prepared in advance! I have already taken the ammunition!" Zhang Shunyong looked at the two people with a smile.

"Hahaha, I'm dying of laughter. Are you two here to make people laugh?"

"I remember the official people warned us that the intensity of the finals is likely to be very high, and those below the Qi Refining Stage should be careful. If injuries or even life-threatening situations occur, the official will not be responsible!"

"You thought this was the front row of a concert? You wanted to see long legs up close?"

"I am dying of laughter. These two people, combined, are less than a first-rank warrior, yet they dare to sit in the front row?"

"Just go sit behind the old man, it's safer this way!"

Yun Mo also heard the movements of these two people, and glanced at the two disciples in the God Transformation Stage behind him.

Two people stood up and changed their seats.

Now my ears are finally quiet.

"What a powerful wave! The energy waves generated by this force can be clearly felt at the scene!"

"If anyone comes to the scene, this feeling will be unforgettable for the rest of your life!"

The commentator, Lao Song, began to speak excitedly.

"It seems that once both sides entered the arena, neither side gave in to the other. Both sides used all their true energy to activate their signature skills!"

"But in reality, neither side has brought shame to their own sect's signature skills. After this attack, the two sides are evenly matched!"

"I didn't expect that this powerful flaming sword could be easily neutralized by Sheng Pan'an!" (End of this chapter)