plumnovel Chapter 62 Six-Game Winning Streak
Chapter 62 Six-Game Winning Streak
The battle continues.
The fifth match.
The sixth match.
The seventh game.
The eighth match.
Lu Yuan always ended his attacks with a single palm strike.
The audience went wild.
The name "Chen Dagou" echoed repeatedly under the dome of the martial arts hall.
There were betting odds set up at the scene, with people placing bets to see who would win or lose.
but.
At this point, no one dared to bet on his loss.
"He just defeated last year's tenth-ranked player on the yellow list, right?"
"Yes, I didn't expect that I still couldn't last a single move against him."
"Doesn't that mean Chen Dagou has already made it into the top ten of the Yellow List?"
Lu Yuan remained standing on the stage.
According to the rules, he should now be challenged by a Yellow List warrior who is ranked higher than him.
However, the martial artists present seemed to be shocked by Lu Yuan's strength, and no one wanted to go up and become cannon fodder.
"Is it Chen Dagou? I'll go and meet him."
Seeing that no one dared to go on stage,
A burly man carrying a large knife stepped forward.
With a powerful leap, he covered a distance of more than ten meters and soared onto the arena.
"Chen Dagou, is it? I, Xu Er, will fight you. You'd better watch out, my greatsword weighs a thousand pounds, it can cut through even the hardest bones in an instant," Xu Er said.
Xu Er was a martial artist in the late stage of blood clotting. He was eight feet tall, his arms were much thicker than Lu Yuan's thighs, and his whole body was made of muscle.
"This Xu Er is at the late stage of Blood Coagulation. Moreover, he possesses superhuman strength. Will Chen Da Gou win so decisively this time?"
Hearing the whispers of the crowd, Shen Qingyan also began to worry.
Shen Qingyan also began to worry.
Xu Er was fifth on last year's list of honored officials!
Compared to those people before, their strength is simply not in the same league.
Lu Yuan was arranged by Sect Master Tie. If something were to happen to him on stage, the Shen family would definitely have a hard time explaining themselves.
"roar!"
Xu Er roared!
His strong arms swung the broadsword around.
"The Mad Lion Saber Technique!"
His swordsmanship was bold and sweeping, each strike carrying a powerful surge of energy.
Under such an offensive, even if Lu Yuan is strong, he will definitely have to retreat and dodge.
As long as Lu Yuan retreats to dodge, the subsequent sword strikes will come one after another.
They defeated him with overwhelming force.
Lu Yuan remained standing there, coldly watching Xu Er.
"You're a little better than before."
"Arrogant!"
Just as Xu Er's broadsword was about to strike Lu Yuan,
Lu Yuan made a move.
It's still just one move.
"Rock-Smashing Palm!"
The Rock-Smashing Palm, enhanced with the Strength attribute, was unleashed.
The large sword was instantly shaken and changed direction, falling to the ground to the side.
Xu Er had to mobilize almost all his internal energy to barely control the direction of the knife's swing.
"Good lad! Interesting!"
The audience in the stadium became even more excited upon seeing this.
"Finally, someone can withstand even one move from him!"
"In my opinion, Xu Er didn't even use his full strength. If Xu Er had fought with all his might, Chen Dagou would definitely have lost!"
Before Xu Er could make another move...
Lu Yuan raised his hand and unleashed another Rock-Shattering Palm.
This time it's different from the previous one.
With a single palm strike, a scorching wave of air swept across the entire arena.
The shockwave didn't push Xu Er towards him; it enveloped him entirely in the center.
Xu Er's broadsword was burned and curled at the edges like a piece of paper in the intense heat wave.
He was forced to stagger back seven or eight steps before he could barely regain his footing.
The clothes shrank noticeably from being baked by the heatwave.
Xu Er gritted his teeth, and a dark golden aura suddenly exploded around his body.
The phantom of a lion appeared behind him.
It is the power of bloodline.
"Very good, you actually forced me to use my full strength!"
He swung his sword straight at Lu Yuan.
The lion's shadow roared and pounced, following the blade's edge.
This time, Lu Yuan didn't hold back.
To put it bluntly, Xu Er's bloodline power is simply an enhancement of his own martial arts skills.
He was exactly the same as Zhao Li back then.
His swordsmanship was characterized by wide, sweeping strokes.
To subdue the enemy by force.
Since it was a contest of strength, Lu Yuan wasn't afraid of him.
"Rock-Smashing Palm!"
With all the buffs applied, the Rock-Shattering Palm technique at its peak power is unleashed.
The immense power, accompanied by a fiery red shockwave, rushed straight towards Xu Er.
The fiery red aura slowly condensed into a fiery red phantom of a Qilin.
With its beard bristling and fangs bared, it collided violently with the phantom of a lion in mid-air.
The lion's shadow was smashed into countless points of light, and Xu Er's broadsword flew out of his hand and stuck on the edge of the arena, the blade still humming and trembling.
The audience all stood up.
"A Qilin! Could he be of Qilin blood?"
"Fifth on the Yellow List... He actually defeated the fifth-ranked person on the Yellow List head-on!"
"Just one palm strike... just one palm strike?"
Xu Er staggered to his feet and pulled out the large knife stuck in the ground.
Seeing that Lu Yuan showed no intention of attacking again, they realized that Lu Yuan was not going to attack them again.
He hurriedly cupped his hands to Lu Yuan and said, "Thank you for your mercy, Young Master Chen. You are indeed a martial arts prodigy. I am completely convinced of my defeat."
In the distance, in a luxurious private room.
In the main seat sat a child who looked no more than eight or nine years old.
On either side of the child were two graceful maids. One held a teapot, ready to refill the child's teacup at any time. The other gently plucked grapes from her hand, occasionally feeding them to the child.
"This person is quite interesting."
The child, dressed in a noticeably oversized moon-colored robe, swung his legs in his seat.
His gaze toward Lu Yuan was full of amusement.
Behind him, the middle-aged deacon in charge of recording leaned down and asked in a low voice, "Your Excellency the Guide, after the competition, should I go and make contact to see if I can be recruited into the Pavilion?"
The child swallowed the grape the maid offered him and pondered for a moment.
"No rush, let's take another look..."
On the arena, Lu Yuan remained standing there.
According to the rules, Lu Yuan has been promoted to fifth place on the Yellow List.
If he continues to challenge, he can only challenge the higher-ups one by one.
"Young Master Chen, would you like to continue?" the host asked cautiously.
"Continue... I will continue the challenge!" Lu Yuan's voice was incredibly firm.
Lu Yuan had just finished speaking.
The next challenger jumped onto the stage.
He was a young man who looked like a scholar, with a long sword hanging at his waist.
The scholar stood opposite Lu Yuan on the arena for a long time, then suddenly took his long sword from his waist.
He placed his sword, scabbard and all, on the edge of the arena.
He didn't make a move, but simply bowed to Lu Yuan.
"I give up!"
"Brother Chen, our Tibetan School is willing to be your friend. I'm withdrawing from this round."
Then, something outrageous happened.
The third-ranked disciple of the Hidden Soldiers Manor also announced his withdrawal.
The second-place winner, a genius of Tang Clan hidden weapons, also withdrew.
The three strongest individuals in the top five of the Yellow List all voluntarily withdrew on the same afternoon.
This has never happened before in the history of the Martial Arts Academy.
Before the audience could even react, the host announced loudly that Chen Dagou had won twelve consecutive games.
The thirteenth match, which was also the last one.
Facing the team ranked first on the yellow list.
Amidst the expectant gazes of the crowd, the top-ranked player on the yellow list stepped onto the arena.
He was a thin young man.
He was dressed in all black, which seemed to have been worn for a long time. The cuffs were tightly tied, and the cloth boots on his feet were even worn with frayed edges.
What is most striking is the huge scar on his face.
It stretches from the left brow bone all the way to the right chin, as if something had plowed it up long ago.
He stood in the center of the ring, not looking at the audience or the host, but quietly gazing at Lu Yuan.
"You were number one on the previous yellow list, what's your name?"
"Ah Tian." The man in black's voice wasn't loud, but it was clear. "A rogue cultivator, not very famous."