Repugnant Gateway Chapter 200

Gao Yuan and the others didn't seem to be disappointed in Li Bu Zhi's defeat, because they were well aware that the power struggle for the throne couldn't be compared to someone like Li Bu Zhi.

No one knew what he was looking for or what he was waiting for.

Cui Hao, an official of the Ministry of Rites, was surprised. He had not expected An Zhe to win so quickly.

Legend has it that all the students in this year's Tournament were outstanding, and there were even some who had stepped into the spatial realm at such a young age.

Li Bu Zhi was one of them, a young genius who had already broken through to the Xumi Realm.

If his opponent had not been a contender, his life might have continued for many more years.

After all, there weren't many cultivators at his age that could touch the spatial realm. Even in the Da Xi sect, a talent like his would at least earn him a place in a sect below the medium scale.

However, all of this was ruined by An Zhe's fists and kicks.

It's so boring. I really want to go over to the battle of Partridge.

To put it bluntly, fighting with first-grade students was so boring. I really want to go to the senior year to fight...

If his arm was broken, he could reattach it, but if his mind was destroyed, then it would be much harder to recover.

The others from Xiongyan School hurriedly came over and helped the injured Li Bu Zhi up before walking back.

Li Bu Zhi, who was sweating profusely, glared at An Zhe in pain. If looks could kill, An Zhe would have been torn into pieces long ago.

The people who had been clamoring all became silent. Everyone began to calculate their strength once more.

Among them, there were a lot of people who were not convinced by An Zaiyue's words. They felt that An Zaihai was nothing more than a man held up by the military. If they had the luck, they would definitely not be worse than An Zaiyue, or even stronger.

A lot of people have said in private that if I had a backer, I would have been famous all over the world.

Everyone sees someone else's success and turns to themselves.

But they could not see, or did not want to see, the efforts of others for such success, and they attributed it all to luck.

Cui Hao was disappointed. He reached into the box again.

""The one who'll be competing next is Wang Cong of the Great Cauldron Academy.""

Cui Hao looked over at the people from the Great Cauldron Academy. ""Go on stage.""

Wang Cong was a muscular man who looked to be about 1.9 meters tall.

His body was a little bloated, but it was said that he was born with supernatural strength.

In truth, his cultivation level was slightly inferior to Li Bu's.

However, if he fought with Li Bu Zhi, Li Bu Zhi would lose miserably.

Although Wang Cong's body was very muscular, he was a man with a small head and small face.

It looked completely out of proportion to the body, with the head of the Edith on the body of the Fork Astorre.

Her eyes were small, her nose was small, and her mouth was small as well. Her nose was thin and pointed, and although it was small, it was quite straight. No matter how one looked at it, it was a little strange.

As Wang Cong walked up, his footsteps were so heavy that it felt as if the ground was shaking with his steps.

Cui Hao reached into the box again and turned around. He then opened a ball of paper and said, ""His opponent is … Martial Arts Academy!""

An Zeng, who had yet to leave the stage, stopped and frowned slightly as he looked back at Cui Hao.

The crowd was in a frenzy as they discussed amongst themselves.

""Why me again?""

Cui Hao came over, ""Why can't it be you?""

A ： I just finished a game and I won it.

""According to the rules, I won't go up until the next round.""

Cui Hao said, ""That's the theory, but there will always be mistakes, right?""

""Maybe someone forgot to write your name twice, and I happen to pull it out again.""

""Since you said it was a mistake, why didn't you correct it?""

Cui Hao said, ""Although someone might have made a mistake, rules are rules. Since I've called for you, you must go on stage to compete.""

""If you don't compete, I will treat you as an automatic abstention. That way, you can leave. You can leave at any time.""

Wang Cong sneered, ""What? Are you going to give up on your own?""

He turned around and walked back to the field.

Cui Hao said, ""I won't say too much about the rules. I will say the same thing. Besides not allowing anyone to die, there are no restrictions on the competition.""

""Oh … That's right, it should be until the appointed time.""

Wang Cong waited for him to finish before striding towards An Zeng. The sound of his feet hitting the ground rang out.

An Xuan politely cupped his fist while Wang Cong, who was a head taller than An He, threw a punch over.

An Zeng frowned slightly and dodged to the side.

Wang Cong's punch hit nothing but air. After he rushed over, he grabbed a stone lion on the ground and carried it in his arms.

The stone lion weighed at least a thousand pounds, and the muscles on its arms bulged. Holding the stone lion in his arms, he smashed down towards An Zhan.

An Zeng dodged to the side once again, and the stone lion smashed into the ground, causing quite a bit of rubble to form a huge crater on the ground.

Amidst the dust and gravel, Wang Cong rushed over once again.

An Zeng threw out a punch, but it still looked ordinary.

However, the fist wind suddenly appeared in front of Wang Cong and caused him to stagger.

However, Wang Cong merely shook his head for a moment, then cursed and continued walking forward.

His muscles were too strange. Logically speaking, it was impossible for an ascending cultivator to block off this Qi Explosion.

However, Wang Cong's clothes were only shattered by the explosion of air. There wasn't even a scar on his bronze-colored skin.

""Little weak chicken, watch me tear you apart!""

Wang Cong walked over with a bang. With a wave of his hand, a black Damascus Steel Staff appeared in his hand.

This steel pole seemed to be as thick as an ordinary person's forearm and was two meters long. Therefore, Wang Cong definitely had a spatial magical equipment on him.

Wang Cong rushed towards An Zeng, the Damascus Steel Rod ferociously smashing down.

An Zou noticed Wang Cong's strangeness and lightly retreated.

The Damascus Steel Rod smashed into the ground, creating a large crater with a diameter of two meters!

And now, he couldn't feel any cultivation at all. He was relying solely on his arm strength.

Seeing An Xuan evading again, Wang Cong became irritable. He strode forward, the Damascus Steel Staff in his hand sweeping across the area.

An Zeng stomped his foot, his body landing on the Damascus Steel Rod that was sweeping towards him. After that, he sent a sidekick towards Wang Cong's face.

This kick was so powerful that An Zhe didn't want to kill him, so he kept his face to himself.

However, after the kick landed on Wang Cong's face, he only tilted his head as if it didn't affect him at all.

The dust on his face was still there. He let out an ""Ah!"" as he clutched the iron rod with one hand and reached for An Zeng's clothes with the other.

An Xuan swung his body around the iron pole, avoiding Wang Cong's fist, before nimbly circling around Wang Cong's back.

This scene was exactly the same as when Qu Liuxi had defeated her first opponent back in the Illusory Realm when she was living in the city.

One could imagine just how deep Qu Liuxi's shadow had left in An Zhe's heart.

An Zeng grabbed Wang Cong's hair with one hand and squatted on Wang Cong's shoulder. Then, he swung his right hand at Wang Cong's neck with the other hand.

With a ""pa"" sound, An Zeng's palm landed on Wang Cong's neck.

Wang Cong rushed forward a few steps, his head shaking involuntarily.

However, to An Zeng's surprise, he was still fine!

He did not wish to kill someone so casually, nor did he wish to injure that person seriously. Thus, he decided to leave some leeway and did not use his cultivation.

However, with the toughness of his current body in the spatial realm, this palm strike could crack even a stone tablet.

However, Wang Cong only swayed for a moment. After cursing angrily, he recovered and swung his iron rod towards his back.

An Zeng leaped down from Wang Cong's body and landed steadily on the ground.

However, Wang Cong's pole did not miss. Not even a second after he flipped over, the pole smashed onto the back of Wang Cong's head.

With a dang sound, the hearts of the surrounding people trembled.

The power of this staff was enough to shatter even a large rock.

Wang Cong's pole smashed him forward, causing him to fall to the ground like a collapsing mountain.

However, no one expected him to stagger back to his feet after a few seconds. He raised his hand and rubbed his eyes. It was obvious that he had been shocked senseless by his actions.

He turned around, looked at where An Zaihai was fighting for, and then rushed over with a Bang Bang Bang.

An Zaiyue sighed, thinking to himself, could this guy be made of iron?

Wang Cong swung his staff towards An Zeng's head. This was clearly a life-threatening attack. After several consecutive blows with An Zaiyue, Wang Zong finally got angry and punched the iron rod.

At this moment, Gao Yuan who was watching from afar slightly frowned.

""Nine Stage Fist … This is a white rank cultivation technique. What is the background of this An Zhe technique?""

Nine Stage Fist.

In the first section, the wind and waves on his fist knocked the steel pole up into the air. The steel pole involuntarily flew up and smashed Wang Cong's head.

However, this was only the first section. The air explosions continued on the metal pole, each more intense than the last.

If this fist wind appeared in the water, he would be able to see it more clearly.

It was a force that exploded nine times in a row, each time more violent than the last.

It could continuously explode nine waves in the water. It was as shocking as the nine mushroom clouds stacked together.

The power of the successive explosions was equivalent to giving the iron rod nine times of assistance. The speed at which the iron rod was thrown backwards was so fast that it was impossible to dodge.

Bang!

The metal pole smashed onto Wang Cong's head, and in an instant, tens of thousands of plum blossoms bloomed.

Even if Wang Cong had a copper head and an iron arm, the strength of this strike was sufficient to shatter it.

The iron pole smashed open the flower on Wang Cong's head; his skin was split open and his flesh was lacerated.

Blood splattered everywhere. That scene made people feel chills in their hearts.

However, what was even more shocking was that Wang Cong wasn't dead.

There was a gaping wound on his head, and blood was pouring out.

His body fell backwards and his back smashed onto the ground.

However, he actually wanted to stand up. He tried several times to prop himself up with his hands, but his mind was in a whirl and he failed several times.

An Zeng walked over and grabbed Wang Cong's ankle. Then, he swung Wang Cong up with his arm and threw him out.

Wang Cong's body spun and flew away from the arena, landing at least thirty meters away. After landing on the ground, he rolled a few meters away.

Even so, that fella was still struggling and he sat up unsteadily.

An Zeng bent down to pick up the iron rod and threw it out.

The iron bar spun rapidly and flew towards Wang Cong like a wheel of fire, accurately hitting him on the forehead.

That sound was like it had smashed into everyone's heart, causing their hearts to twitch.

Wang Cong sat there swaying as he fell to the ground with a thud.

Cui Hao, an official of the Ministry of Rites, shook his head in disappointment and said impatiently, ""The victor is the Martial Arts Academy.""

Then he put his hand into the box, ""The next person to appear … is still from the Grand Cauldron Academy. His name is Su Feizheng.

""His opponent is … Hmm, his opponent is the Martial Arts Academy!""

An Zeng's footsteps paused. When he turned around to look at Cui Hao, killing intent had already appeared in his eyes.

Chapter end