Chapter 005: Dragon Cheers

The second round of the competition soon ended, and the top ten teams had been tentatively decided. The other nine people looked at Han Yu with complicated eyes. Finally, Han Shuang smiled at Han Yu and congratulated Han Yu.

Next, is the challenge. If someone thinks they can beat someone in the ring, they can put up a challenge, and if they win, they can take that person's place.

Everyone thought that there would be many people challenging Han Yu here, but after more than ten minutes since the start of the challenge, no one challenged Han Yu.

Three rings were challenged, two of which ended in failure. But what is surprising is that Han Feng, who is good enough to be ranked in the top five of the family, was defeated by a man of the fifth level of Yuanwu.

After the defeat, Han Feng immediately ran to the No. 7 ring, pointed at Han Yu and said, "I want to challenge you!"

After being stunned for a moment, everyone reacted.

"I just said that Han Feng, who is at the seventh level of Yuanwu, could not be easily defeated. It turns out that he wants to take this opportunity to challenge Han Yu!"

"Someone doesn't want Han Yu to advance!"

Han Zhan looked at Han Qingyun and said angrily: "Despicable and shameless, playing such a villain's tricks!"

With the strength displayed by Han Yu, no one in the audience can compare. Only a few people on the stage have the strength to suppress Han Yu. It's just that people on the stage can't compete with each other. Han Qingyun actually came up with a strategy to make people lose first, and then challenge. His intentions are not poisonous.

Han Qingyun sneered, "That's Han Feng's own choice. If Han Yu has the strength to defeat Han Feng, why worry?"

Han Zhan took a deep breath and suppressed the anger in his heart.

Han Feng jumped up and landed lightly on the No. 7 ring, his movements were unusually elegant, causing countless screams immediately. All eyes are cast, this will be the most exciting competition in the entire campaign.

Han Yu frowned slightly. Han Feng was a master of the seventh level of Yuan Wu, two levels higher than him. It was really not easy to win. However, he must not lose.

"Admit defeat now, you still have a chance, or if I do something, you won't even have a chance to admit defeat." Han Feng folded his hands behind his back, not paying attention to Han Yu at all.

"You have the ability to speak with your fist!" Han Yu responded coldly.

The corners of Han Feng's mouth were slightly raised, showing a trace of disdain, and he didn't say anything else.

"Although Han Feng's actions are a bit unethical, if Han Yu can't even pass Han Feng's test, the Clan Association won't be able to win the first place, and the final result will be the same!"

"It's rare for Han Yu to cultivate vitality. With his talent, he should be able to catch up with others quickly. It's a pity that he will be kicked out of the family before he grows up. I wonder if it will be our Han family's loss? "

"His talent? I'm laughing to death. It took three years to break through from the third level of Yuanwu to the fifth level of Yuanwu. This is the talent of the trash!"

"Shua!"

Han Feng made a move suddenly, so fast that many people didn't see what was going on, so he approached Han Yu.

Han Yu's pupils shrank, and he decided to strike first. He moved his fists in rotation, and he punched nine times in the blink of an eye. Every time Han Yu punched, the dragon in his dantian roared, which invisibly gave Han Yu a bit of momentum, but outsiders couldn't hear it.

"Beautiful fists and embroidered legs!"

With a look of disdain on his face, Han Feng didn't dodge or dodge, and punched Han Yu forcefully nine times.

"Bang bang bang..."

Under head-on collisions, both of them retreated, evenly matched.

"Now it's my turn!"

Han Feng jumped up, kicked three times in succession, and before he landed, he spun around and slashed down with a whip leg, shaking Han Yu back more than ten steps.

After Han Feng landed, he immediately rushed towards Han Yu, and his attack was Paifeng Palm. The sharp sound of the wind was like the howling of wild animals, which made some people's eardrums ache.

In the use of Paifeng Palm alone, Han Feng is ten times better than Han Jian.

Han Yu didn't take it hard, and dodged to avoid it, but Han Feng slapped him one after another, and it didn't take long to suppress Han Yu in a very small space.

"Being able to fight Han Feng for such a long time, even if Han Yu loses, he should be proud!"

"Why do I feel like Han Feng hasn't used his full strength yet, like he's playing tricks on Han Yu!"

"Shua, Shua, Shua!"

Han Feng's palm turned into countless phantoms. Although it was a palm, it changed in thousands of ways, sealing off many vital points of Han Yu.

Han Yu narrowed his eyes, suddenly took half a step to the left, and then made a right hook, hitting Han Feng's armpit. Han Feng was forced to dodge and dodge, and the palm technique failed halfway.

"Han Yu actually saw the flaws in Han Feng's palm technique, his eyesight is so vicious!" A middle-aged man sighed.

After breaking Han Feng's palm technique, Han Yu took advantage of the victory to pursue and once again performed a combined attack of wind sweeping fallen leaves and volley kicking, forcing Han Feng to retreat.

For a while, he even had the upper hand.

Everyone's eyes were wide open, and they didn't dare to blink. Many people thought that Han Yu was just a trick in Han Feng's hands, but they didn't expect to persist until now.

Han Feng was forced to the edge of the ring by Han Yu, and finally exploded!

"I don't use my full strength, do you think you can really suppress me?"

Han Feng's vitality was boiling, his body shook, and his breath suddenly rose to a higher level.

"Tiger Fist!"

Han Feng shouted loudly, his body was like a tiger jumping out, and then he punched out.

The Tiger-shaped Fist is the first form of the Dragon Tiger Fist of the Han family's second-order martial art, and it is the most powerful martial art of the Han family. Only masters above the seventh level of Yuanwu can practice.

Although Han Feng's tiger-shaped boxing has not been completed yet, its power is unimaginable. At the moment of the shot, there was a roar of a tiger.

Han Yu wanted to avoid it, but found that Han Feng's punching speed was too fast, and he didn't give him a chance at all. Gritting his teeth, mobilizing all the energy in his body, he punched out.

"Roar!" Shenlong roared, although outsiders couldn't hear it, but the momentum completely suppressed the roar of the Tiger Fist. Breathing out black energy to bless Han Yu's vitality greatly increased Han Yu's combat power.

"Boom!"

The fists of the two collided heavily, and Han Yu's body flew out like a sandbag and hit the ring. This time, Han Yu was absolutely at a disadvantage.

Han Zhan in the stands clenched his fists and was extremely nervous, while Han Qingyun sneered. After this punch, Han Yu's arm might have been crippled, and it was only a matter of time before he lost.

Han Feng withdrew his moves, and beads of sweat could not help but appear on his forehead. With his strength, it was extremely strenuous to execute the tiger-shaped fist, and almost exhausted all his vitality in one move.

After taking a deep breath, he strode towards Han Yu.

"You stomped on Han Kun's mouth just now, and now I'll give it back to you!"

Han Feng walked over and stepped towards Han Yu's mouth, but stepped on a void. At the same time, there was a sharp piercing sound, and Han Yu's fist hit his calf. Immediately, Han Feng felt a bone-cracking pain in his calf, and his body fell to the ground with a thud.

Han Yu stood up like a carp, and kicked Han Feng's lower abdomen with one kick. Han Feng quickly stretched out his hands to resist, and was kicked and slid seven or eight meters away.