Chapter 116: The Overbearing Yuan Institute

  With a swaggering eight-character step, Han Feng walked down from the high platform.

  He deliberately jumped into the crowd, and wherever he went, the crowd parted like a river.

  Crows and sparrows make no sound, jeers and shouts suddenly disappear.

  Han Feng's performance was truly beyond words. Those who had just been scolding Han Feng all looked complicated in their eyes.

  Even someone as strong as Han Xuan is called trash by them, then what are they themselves?

  Is it even worse than trash?

  A group of people all shut their mouths, even the instructors sitting on the high platform were extremely surprised.

  The power of this move alone is already enough to take out some of them.

  Han Feng walked back to Da Shixiong and the others with his head held high, sitting down with his legs crossed.

  Daoguang Shizun is really too lazy to talk about him. The three words "win without pride" are of no use to Han Feng.

  But anyway, as a member of the Han family, there's no need to know this. Emperor Daoguang smiled lightly and let it go.

  Anyway, let everyone witness the strength of Yuan Yuan, since they want to be admired, then let them be thoroughly shocked.

  Looking at Lu Fan and Chu Xing on the viewing platform, Daoguang Shizun coughed lightly and made a gesture to the two.

  The implication in his eyes was very clear: if you two performed worse than Han Feng, be prepared to come back and face punishment.

  Chu Xing's body shook for a moment, and Lu Fan burst out laughing.

  Across from him, Leng Han and others were all pale with fear, their original arrogance and disdain thoroughly shattered by Han Feng's one sword.

  "Cold and harsh senior brother, you go for the second round. Can't let them be too arrogant."

  Tian Bu Xing and Yu Hua turned their heads to look at Leng Han. In their opinion, among the five of them now, only Leng Han could guarantee a victory. So they hoped that Leng Han would stand out at this moment and win the first round, dampening the sharp momentum of their opponents.

  Leng Han didn't say a word, but his eyes were filled with a hint of horror as he stared at Lu Fan.

  These people have no idea how terrifying Lu Fan is, thinking that as long as he goes up, he will definitely win, but in fact, he himself knows very well that even if he goes up, the other side will still lose for sure as long as Lu Fan stands out.

  Leng Han was hesitating, but a fellow student named Jiu Shang couldn't hold back and stormed out with anger in his eyes.

  "This round, I'll take it."

  He was taken aback for a moment, and the wine had already been poured out.

  The people in the Yin-Yang Institute below started shouting again at this time.

  The voice was not loud enough and some people were whispering to each other.

  "Can Brother Wine really recover? Those people from the First Yuan Court seem to have some real skills!"

  "Nonsense, Wine Sword will definitely win. Even if Yuan Institute is a trash institute, it's still an institute with a master, and there should be at least one person who looks slightly stronger, which is normal. But it's absolutely impossible for every single one of them to be that strong, Wine Sword Brother will surely win."

  "What Brother Wang Dachui said makes sense."

  "Get rid of the trash in Yuan's hospital."

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  On this side, Chu Hang and Lu Fan exchanged a glance, and Lu Fan smiled and said: "Brother Chu Hang, are you going up or am I?"

  Chu Hang patted Lu Fan's shoulder and said: "I'll go first. Brother Lu Fan, wait for the next one to give them a fatal blow, don't show mercy."

  Lu Fan nodded lightly and said, "Don't worry."

  Chu Xing's senior brother walked out with a long sword in hand and beckoned to Jiu Shuang with his finger.

  Several masters' eyes were now on Chu Xing, and Han Feng's performance just now had already made it clear to the masters that the disciples of Yuanyuan Academy still had some skills, so now several masters wanted to see how the other disciples of Yuanyuan Academy would perform.

  Shen Tu Shizun, who was relatively close to Li Qing, lowered his voice and asked in a low tone.

  "Yi Qing, your First Rank Institute, how many disciples have actually mastered those earth-level martial skills that you've been keeping under wraps?"

  Yi Qing smiled and said: "Not many, just five."

  The other masters were taken aback when they heard what Yiqing Master had said, and their faces all changed color.

  "Is that all? You have only five disciples in the First Yuan Institute. What is this little guy practicing? Oh my... Yin Yang Xuan Long Sword."

  Shen Tu hadn't finished speaking when he saw Chu Xing raise his sword with one hand, the Eight Trigrams Array appearing under his feet, and a dragon-shaped aura coiling around his sword.

  The other masters were shocked, the Yin-Yang Xuanlong Sword was another Earth-level technique. Master Xingyuan's face looked difficult to look at, he naturally knew the significance of this Earth-level technique. With such a technique, even if this kid only had the initial stage of Neigang's power, he could still fight against the peak of Neigang's warrior to the end. But this kid's body clearly also had the cultivation of the peak of Neigang, which meant that even warriors in the Waiyang realm might not be his opponent.

  Chu Xing coldly gazed at Jiu Shang in front of him and swung his hand, releasing a sword energy.

  Jiu Shang saw the moment when Chu Xing's body burst out with a powerful aura, and he accelerated his charge. His fist was surrounded by a dense light, still wrapped in a layer of special aura.

  "Needle Fist!"

  Facing Chu Xing's released sword energy, Jiu Shang chose to fight back without hesitation.

  At the moment he saw the wine-soaked movement, Xingyuan Shizun closed his eyes.

  This idiot, directly taking on the Dragon's Fury, is simply asking for death. The bunch of physically strong lunatics from Yokoyama Institute may not even be able to withstand it, let alone a mere Wine Scar who only has decent fist techniques.

  A powerful blast directly sent Jiu Shang flying out, and the terrifying Xuan Dragon's power instantly sealed off Jiu Shang's strength.

  A practitioner of boxing cannot get close and does not have the skill to release his power from a distance, then his outcome is already sealed.

  Chu Xing stood still, lightly and easily sending out several sword auras in succession.

  Fierce sword energy fell on Jiu Shang's body like a stormy rain.

  After sixty-six thirty-six sword energies passed by, Jiu Shang was lying on the ground like a broken sack.

  His entire body was covered in wounds, and the originally pockmarked bluestone beneath him had been sliced smooth as a mirror by the sword energy.

  On the bluestone, there is a simple Bagua formation. This is still the result of Chu Hang's hand. Otherwise, if Chu Hang had used his 99 eighty-one sword energies, Jiu Xiang would have definitely died without a complete corpse.

  It was as silent as death again, and the disciples of Yinyang Academy were speechless.

  Completely defeated, it's like bullying an infant.

  Jiǔ Shāng, who has always been ranked high in the Yin Yang Academy, actually lost to this extent. Compared to his previous loss, this one is even more pathetic.

  After all, everyone saw it in the last game, Han Feng came up and directly used his strongest move.

  But this time, Chu Xingming was clearly playing around, casually waving a few sword energies, and Jiu Shang Shixiong was defeated.

  Many disciples of the Yin-Yang Academy turned pale, and as soon as they shouted out, it was like a series of slaps, constantly slapping their faces, causing their facial features to twist.

  How did this happen?

  This is the voice of most Yin Yang Institute students.

  Lian Yanqing, Huan Yue, Xuan Feng, Qiao Xuan and other top students from various branches looked at Yuan Institute with a different gaze.

  One is okay, but two are a bit of a handful.

  If all five disciples of Yuanmen were at this level, their status would suffer a great impact.

  This year's college ranking war may really produce some unexpected surprises.

  Chu Xing walked down from the stage with a sword on his back, smiling lightly. As he left, he nodded at Lu Fan, meaning to leave the rest to him.

  Han Feng shouted at Lu Fan on the stage: "Lu Fan, it's the last game, don't let them save face. Hurry up and settle it, we still have things to do when we get back."

  Lu Fan nodded calmly and walked out slowly.

  At this moment, Yu Hua and Tian Bu Liang both looked towards Leng Han. Among the remaining three people, only Leng Han's strength was the strongest.

  He gritted his teeth and walked out, even though he was a little scared, but since it involved the face of the Yin Yang Institute, he had to stand up.

  "This chill is making me feel a bit guilty. My composure is unstable!"

  Shen Tu Shizun took one glance and saw that Leng Han was not quite right.

  Yi Qing smiled and said: "A student of the Yin Yang Institute, I can understand."

  Xingyuan gave him a fierce glare and clenched his fists.

  Yi Qing laughed heartily, he just wanted to see the downfall of the Yin Yang Institute. Suddenly, Yi Qing shouted at Lu Fan: "Lu Fan, why don't you take out your sword and chop the melon, settle this quickly."

  Lu Fan smiled and said: "Master, there's no need to draw your sword."

  The corners of his mouth curled up into a smile, and Lu Fan seemed confident and self-assured.

  One glance at Lu Fan's demeanor was enough, so he didn't say much more.

  The disciples of the Yin-Yang Institute below were unhappy when they heard this. What's with the chopping melons and cutting vegetables?

  A voice rose up and two students shouted loudly.

  "Come on, Brother Leng Han, you're a strong contender in the martial arts rankings."

  "Yes, Brother Leng Han won't lose."

  The two of them shouted and suddenly found that there were not many people echoing.

  Next to him, an old student pulled his clothes and said, "Don't shout, don't you know? That Lu Ming is also a strong player on the martial arts list."

  The disciples were shocked and exclaimed: "What? When did he get on the martial arts ranking?"

  The old disciple sighed and said: "Just a few months ago. He defeated Zhao Kuo of the Hengshan School in public."

  On the other side, Qiao Xuan teased Zhao Gou: "Black Tiger, I heard you lost to this kid named Lu Fan?"

  Zao Ku's face turned dark and he said: "What about it?"

  Qiao Xuan's eyes flashed with a hint of light, and he said, "Nothing. It seems that the First Yuan Courtyard is quite interesting after all."

  On the high platform, Cold Hardness released its own aura.

  Still at this level, several months have passed and he hasn't improved in the slightest.

  Lu Fan slightly furrowed his brow, he still thought Leng Han would give him a little surprise. After careful consideration, oh, it's probably that Leng Han has been recovering from injuries this whole time.

  Shaking his head, since the cold couldn't bring him any surprises, he didn't even bother to put out his hand.

  With his hands behind him, Lu Fan looked at Qiao Xuan calmly.

  As soon as this move came out, Xingyuan's face suddenly turned black, and he said in a cold voice: "A wildly arrogant little boy."

  "A clear and respected teacher smiled and said: 'Is it arrogant or not? Just take a look and you'll know, no need for so many useless words.'"

  Leng Han drew his sword and prepared to charge at Lu Fan. Just as he took a step forward, a terrifying aura suddenly descended upon him.

  Like mountains, like raging seas, like a collapsing sky.

  Leng Han was directly pressed down and lay on the ground. The terrifying aura brought infinite weight, making it impossible for him to lift a single finger.

  The powerful aura on his body shattered like a phantom, and he sank three feet into the bluestone.

  Everyone was shocked because the person next to him didn't feel any aura at all.

  Lu Fan stood still on the spot, calm as water.

  For a moment, including all the masters, their expressions changed drastically.