My Brothers Are Geniuses While I’m The Useless One

The audience also fell silent all of a sudden. It has to be said that Zhang Haoran has benefited a lot from practicing with Old Man Tianquan for a few months. This sword, regardless of its momentum and changes, is far superior to that of an ordinary eighth-rank Dharma Saint. The eyes of all Guanghua people showed worry.

However, on the opposite side, Chen Xinzhong's expression remained unchanged, until Zhang Haoran's sword came in front of him, and then he suddenly drew out his long sword and stabbed straight out.

The speed of this sword was so fast, like a flash of lightning, it tore through the clouds, the sky and the earth in an instant, passed by Zhang Haoran's sword, and stabbed towards his ribs.

This is clearly a battle technique that hurts both sides, or a battle technique that kills both.

"Ah!" Under the stage, many people exclaimed.

But Qiu Mingxuan and others smiled slightly, not worried at all, especially Zhang Haoran himself.

After all, he was the first to strike, and he had already used his sword power to the extreme. It was too late for Chen Xinzhong to draw his sword, and the sword power hadn't even unfolded yet. How could he be hurt by both sides or even die together? Thinking of this, the smile on the corner of Zhang Haoran's mouth became more and more indifferent.

But right away, the sneer froze at the corner of his mouth, and there were bursts of piercing pain from his side, and a powerful holy energy rushed directly into his body, vibrating his internal organs and breaking his meridians.

"Hey!" The blood arrows flew out, forming a blood mist in front of his eyes.

His long sword was pointed at Chen Xinzhong's chest, but with the dissipation and confusion of the holy energy in his body, he could no longer move forward!

"Boom" the holy energy that had invaded his body collided violently with the holy energy that had not yet dissipated, causing a bowl-sized wound on his ribs.

"Ah..." Zhang Haoran screamed and flew out of the competition stage.

The smiles of Qiu Mingxuan and the others froze on their faces, and they didn't recover for a while. Zhang Haoran's strength was obviously one level above Chen Xinzhong's, and he was still a pre-emptive strike. How could he lose the battle, and the defeat was so straightforward?

"Vulnerable!" Chen Xinzhong snorted coldly, put his sword back into its sheath.

"In the first match, Guanghua Kingdom, Chen Xinzhong won!" Mr. Shuiyue announced loudly.

The cheers and shouts from the audience made the earth tremble slightly.

Qiu Mingxuan and the others just woke up like a dream, and quickly helped Zhang Haoran back.

"What happened just now? How could you have lost to him? Isn't he the seventh-rank Dharma Saint?"

"Yes, I can see clearly, he obviously only has seven blue holy beads, and his strength is far behind yours, how could he beat you?" While giving Zhang Haoran the holy pill, several people chattered Tongue asked.

Just now Zhang Haoran's defeat was too fast and unexpected, they really couldn't figure it out.

Zhang Haoran opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but before he could speak, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he passed out.

Seeing this, Qiu Mingxuan and the others had no choice but to continue to question him, so they could only order someone to carry him back to recuperate.

"How did he lose?" Qiu Mingxuan and the others looked at each other and asked the same question in unison.

There was no trace of previous confidence on their faces, each of them was still in shock, and apart from doubts, there was even a bit of fear hidden in their eyes.

"It's very simple, the speed of Chen Xinzhong's sword is too fast, even no less than that of an ordinary master of the soul sage realm." Gu Fenghua gave the answer.

"Then how is it possible? Isn't he the seventh-rank Dharma Sage? How could he have the speed of a Soul Sage?" Qiu Mingxuan and the others couldn't care less about fighting against Gu Fenghua, and asked in unison in amazement.