Zhang Ruochen's first opponent was a young warrior in yellow robes, who looked about eighteen or nine years old, and his cultivation had reached the extreme level of Huangji Realm.
Being able to cultivate to the middle level at such an age can be regarded as a martial arts genius.
Holding a sharp saber, the young warrior in yellow robe said in a confident voice: "Hao family, Hao Shiqi, you are the first to challenge Your Excellency, Your Excellency, draw your sword!"
Zhang Ruochen pressed the hilt of the Flashing Soul Sword with his right hand, shook his head lightly, and said, "You are not worthy of me drawing the sword. If I do, I'm afraid it will hurt you."
"Arrogance!"
The young warrior in the yellow robe injected true energy into the broadsword, and activated the two force system inscription patterns in the broadsword. The weight of the broadsword climbed to two hundred and eighty-seven catties.
Holding the knife in both hands, he swung the big knife airtightly, and rushed towards Zhang Ruochen quickly.
With his aura, even a martial artist at the top of the Yellow Realm would not dare to confront him head-on.
"Wow!"
Zhang Ruochen stood there, motionless, raised his arm, and the scabbard swung out, striking the young yellow-robed warrior's neck.
"Bang!"
The big knife fell to the ground.
The yellow-robed boy let out a scream, and fell off the fighting platform in a mess.
He clutched his neck, stepped onto the battle stage again, picked up the big knife, stared at Zhang Ruochen in awe, and said, "Thank you for not killing me."
Fortunately, Zhang Ruochen's sword was not out of its sheath, otherwise, his head would have flown from his neck.
The second game, win!
The third game, win!
The fourth game, win!
In the next three games, Zhang Ruochen won consecutively.
He stood in the center of the battle stage, as stable as a rock, and he never moved a footstep from the beginning to the end.
All challenged opponents, no matter how strong or weak they are, are all knocked off the stage by the same move, without exception.
"How could this young man be so powerful? Luo Tian, whose cultivation has reached the extreme level of Huangji Realm, was actually taken off the battle stage with his scabbard, and he didn't even have the strength to fight back." A 16-year-old noble girl was a little confused He stared at Zhang Ruochen curiously.
Zhang Ruochen is too young, but his strength is too terrifying. A martial artist at the extreme level of Huangji Realm, not to mention forcing him to draw a sword, can't even force him to take a step back.
"He should have cultivated his sword intent to the state of 'the sword follows his heart'. If he can't break his sword intent, anyone who goes there will only be knocked off the battle stage with one move."
Xue Bingsheng pinched the folding fan, with a smile on his face, he said: "Haha! Don't you guys know his identity?"
"What identity?" Everyone asked.
Xue Bingsheng said: "He is the Ninth Prince of Yunwu Commandery. During the assessment at the end of the year, with the cultivation base of the Small Extreme Realm, he can defeat the genius of the Great Extreme Realm. With his cultivation speed, he should have reached the Middle Extreme Realm by now. No one can defeat him unless it is a fighter from the Great Perfection of the Yellow Realm."
"Haha! It turns out to be the famous Ninth Prince, a martial arts prodigy. I'll go meet him for a while."
In the stands, a bald-headed man held two hammers, kicked his feet, and leaped to the battle platform over a distance of more than ten meters.
"His Royal Highness Ninth Prince, I, Guo Sihai, are here to fight you for the fifth match. You have to be careful. My pair of hammers together weigh 800 catties. Once hit, even an iron man will be smashed." " Guo Sihai said.
All warriors who can win five consecutive matches in the Huangji martial arts palace are almost all at the Great Perfection of the Huangji Realm, and only a few geniuses are at the Great Extreme of the Huangji Realm.
Guo Sihai is a martial artist of the Great Perfection of Huangji Realm. He is eight feet tall, his arms are thicker than Zhang Ruochen's thighs, and his whole body is covered with palm-sized muscles.
"Guo Sihai is born with supernatural power. In the realm of the Great Perfection of Huangji Realm, he can explode with the strength of thirty bulls. I am afraid that the Ninth Prince will be defeated!"
Hearing everyone's discussion, the Ninth Princess also became worried, after all, he was a Dzogchen warrior.
The warriors of the Dzogchen and the warriors of the Great Pole are not at the same level of power.
"Roar!"
Guo Sihai let out a loud roar, and the bones of his whole body made a "cracking" sound, and a pair of arms moved the two hammer wheels, turning like a windmill, sending out waves of wind and waves.
"Crazy Martial Hammer Technique!"
Guo Sihai displayed a low-level human-level martial skill, unleashed all his strength, and bombarded Zhang Ruochen with two hammers at the same time.
A hammer struck Zhang Ruochen's head, and a hammer struck Zhang Ruochen's legs.
Under such a berserk attack, no matter how strong Zhang Ruochen's cultivation was, he would definitely retreat.
As long as Zhang Ruochen retreats, his follow-up moves will attack one after another, defeating Zhang Ruochen with the momentum of thunder.
"Snapped!"
Zhang Ruochen still only made one move, splitting out the scabbard and smashing it on one of the hammers.
The hammer immediately changed direction and hit Guo Sihai's chest.
"Boom!"
Guo Sihai and two hammers landed on the battle platform at the same time.
"Why...how is this?"
Guo Sihai clutched his bloody chest, struggled to get up from the ground, and stared at Zhang Ruochen who was standing straight in the center of the battle platform. He didn't see clearly how Zhang Ruochen swung the scabbard just now?
All he knew was that he was knocked off the battlefield by the hammer in his hand.
"Guo Sihai actually failed to force him to draw the sword, how could he be so strong?"
Xue Bingsheng's eyes became slightly dignified, and he said: "The Ninth Prince's sword intent state has at least reached the middle-level state of the sword following the heart, and may even reach the high-level state of the sword following the heart."
"Impossible! Even if you are a martial artist in the Xuanji Realm, there are very few people who can cultivate to the high-level realm of the sword."
Xue Bingsheng grinned slightly, and said: "Just wait and see! It's only the fifth round now, and the fighters who will appear in the future will only become stronger and stronger, and someone will try out his strength. If he can persist until the eighth round , I must personally step onto the stage and defeat him."
At this moment, Princess Nine and Shan Xiangling were also very shocked. Zhang Ruochen's strength was completely beyond their expectations.
"Defeat a martial artist at the Great Perfection of the Yellow Realm with one move! The Ninth Brother's cultivation has already broken through to the Great Extreme of the Yellow Realm, right?" said the Ninth Princess.
"It must be the realm of the Great Extreme of Huangji Realm!"
"How long has it been since the end-of-year assessment? His Royal Highness the Ninth Prince's cultivation level has been raised by two realms. It's really unbelievable." Shan Xiangling said with beautiful eyes.
If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she couldn't believe that there were such outstanding people in the world.
There was a martial artist from the Huangji Realm who was at the top of the battle stage. She was a woman in a green shirt in her twenties, and she also used a sword.
The woman in the blue shirt stood opposite Zhang Ruochen, carefully observing Zhang Ruochen's every move, trying to see the flaws in Zhang Ruochen's body.
"There is no flaw! Since there is no flaw, we can only force him to reveal it."
"Shua!"
The woman in the green shirt stepped on her feet as fast as lightning, and holding a thin sword with a fish intestine, she attacked Zhang Ruochen's legs.
Even if Zhang Ruochen couldn't be defeated, as long as he could force him to move, it would be an achievement.
As long as he moves his feet, he will definitely reveal his flaws. At that time, it will be much easier to defeat him.
Zhang Ruochen finally revealed his serious eyes. The woman in the blue shirt is very powerful in swordsmanship, reaching the realm of following her heart with her sword. Although it is only the first stage of the sword following the heart, it is already much stronger than other Dzogchen warriors in the Yellow Realm.
Zhang Ruochen closed his eyes and only listened to the sound of Jianfeng piercing through the air with his ears.
"Ding!"
He swung his scabbard and pointed it at the void, blocking the sword of the woman in blue slashing towards his legs.
The green-clothed woman was taken aback for a moment, and then quickly changed her moves, performing three sword moves in succession. Every move was accurately blocked by Zhang Ruochen.
When she was about to use the fourth sword, there was a bang, and there was a stabbing pain in her chest, as if her ribs were broken.
Zhang Ruochen held up the scabbard, tapped it on the chest of the woman in blue, and said lightly, "You are defeated!"
Fortunately, it was only the scabbard. If it were the tip of the sword, the woman in the green shirt would have been pierced through her heart.
The woman in the green shirt put the rapier sword back into its scabbard, cupped her hands and bowed to Zhang Ruochen, and said, "His Royal Highness the Ninth Prince is worthy of being a martial arts genius, I am convinced by defeat!"
Another warrior of the Great Perfection of the Yellow Realm was defeated, but he still couldn't force the Ninth Prince to even take a step back.
"Hmph! It's really abominable. He is only sixteen years old, and his martial arts cultivation has reached such a level. His life cannot be spared, and his life must not be spared."
Liu Chengfeng was very annoyed, and said to a guard standing behind him, "Go and call Han Axe, and tell me that it's time for me to use him."
"Subordinates go invite Master Han now!" The guard immediately retreated.
Liu Chengfeng stared at Shan Xiangling who was standing in the stands below, with a lustful smile in his eyes, "Shan Xiangling, when Zhang Ruochen dies on the battlefield, who can save you? Quack!"
Because of Zhang Ruochen's heaven-defying performance, the entire Huang-level Martial Arts Palace became boiling with deafening shouts.
Finally, Zhang Ruochen ushered in the seventh challenger.
Hong Tao, with the perfect cultivation base of Huangji Realm, created the Imprint of Xuanbing Divine Martial Arts, and has a record of winning 7 games in a row four times in the Huang-level Martial Arts Palace.
Moreover, he has also reached the realm of the initial stage of following one's heart.
However, instead of a sword, he uses a whip. Whip as you please.
"Hong Tao has met His Royal Highness Ninth Prince, if you offend him later, please forgive him." Hong Tao looked polite and always had a smile on his face. However, his eyes were very sharp.
Hong Tao touched his wrist lightly with his fingers, and pulled out a long golden whip.
The golden whip was thirteen meters long and only as thick as a little finger. It seemed to be a real weapon made from the tendons of some kind of wild beast.
Just wanting to straighten the long whip is not something ordinary people can do.
"Snapped!"
With a shake of Hong Tao's arm, the golden long whip spun immediately, just like a spirit snake, circling around his body, looking very flexible, emitting circles of golden light!