Destined Martial God Chapter 82

Hundred Feet Gate, peak of trials, summit!

Looking at the Spring Earth Returning Palm that was easily dispelled, for the first time in Lin Mengyao's life, she had a bad thought about that person.

It was as if the omnipotent, fairy-like man had been slapped down onto the altar by Yu Haoran. He could not help but become a little dazed.

Seeing Lin Mengyao who had suddenly fallen into a daze, Yu Haoran finally could not harden his heart and hurt her.

Thus, he raised his hand and struck out with a bone-piercing palm strike, using the bone-chilling cold air to directly neutralize the warmth of the Returning Spring Earth, preventing Lin Mengyao, who was in a daze, from getting hit by the Spring Earth, which did not consume too much of its power.

The two palm-strikes that had completely lost their power finally merged into a gentle breeze.

A light breeze blew past Lin Mengyao's hair, making her look like a fairy in the wind, surprising Meng Fanwei who had been watching the compet.i.tion closely all along.

As for Meng Fanwei's opponent, the disciple who was only a level 9 Martial Disciple, he was just standing there drooling.

Lin Mengyao, who had been caressed by the gentle breeze, woke up and felt her beautiful hair which had once again fallen down. She knew that Yu Haoran had been merciful just now, otherwise, she definitely would not have been standing here safe and sound.

When he thought about how Yu Haoran's comprehension of the Light Wind Palm far surpa.s.sed his and how the talent had displayed far exceeded his own, his original desire to compete with him immediately lightened by a lot.

Extending her hand to pick up the hair that was scattered across the ground, Lin Mengyao laughed lightly and said: "Thank you senior brother for showing mercy. Meng Yao knows that she is no match for Senior brother, so I admit defeat!"

Seeing that Lin Mengyao did not continue to show off and had even voluntarily admitted defeat, Yu Haoran secretly heaved a sigh of relief, and then looked towards Meng Fanwei.

At this moment, Meng Fanwei, who had recovered from his shock, couldn't help but lower his head in embarra.s.sment under Yu Haoran's attentive gaze.

After that, he realized that his opponent was staring at Lin Mengyao in a daze, and could not help but remind him: "Hey, our compet.i.tion is not over yet!"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Oh! Thank you for reminding me, Senior Brother! "

The disciple who was woken up was stunned for a moment, but after that, he reacted. Seeing that Meng Fanwei did not take the opportunity to sneak in a sneak attack him while he was still in a daze, at the same time that he hurriedly thanked Meng Fanwei, he felt that Meng Fanwei was someone who could not help but have a good impression about him.

"According to your cultivation level, I should call you Senior Brother. "Although I did not know that Senior Martial Brother was not a match for me, a Grade Nine Martial Disciple, even though he had the cultivation of a Grade One Martial Warrior, Senior Martial Brother could rest a.s.sured that I would do my best to defeat him without harming you."

"Alright!"

Meng Fanwei who was already depressed to begin with was unable to suppress the anger in his heart after hearing his opponent's good intentions of looking down on him.

After gritting his teeth and saying "good", he directly exploded with his full strength, and with just one move, he had caused his opponent to faint.

"Kid, don't let me see you again in the future. Otherwise, if I see you again, I'll knock you out once."

Due to the rules of the tournament, Meng Fanwei could at most only knock his opponent out, but he could neither kill nor heavily injure him. This caused the anger in his heart to not completely dissipate yet.

Thus, he took advantage of the fact that his opponent had fainted to threaten him.

"Yu Haoran, I know that I'm not your match, but you want me to obediently admit defeat.

After taking care of the opponent that made him feel depressed, Meng Fanwei did not use his three minutes of rest time to directly start challenging Yu Haoran.

With regards to this, Yu Haoran shrugged his shoulders, and said with an indifferent tone: "Up to you!"

"Raging Inferno!" Facing Yu Haoran's indifferent att.i.tude, Meng Fanwei took a deep breath, and quickly calmed himself down.

He knew that Yu Haoran was very strong, and that a fight between two people might only require one or two moves to determine the victor, so he did not probe further and directly used his strongest move.

The wind could not only aid the fire, but also extinguish it!

Seeing Meng Fanwei use a fire attributed martial skill, Yu Haoran used a move to break the technique, using the attribute counter. He directly used the cold wind from the Light Wind Palm to pierce through, pressing on Meng Fanwei with the cold, and extinguis.h.i.+ng him with the wind.

"Boom …!" The palm attacks, which contained both the intent of fire and the cold, clashed against each other, instantly producing a series of soft rumbling sounds.

Accompanied by a light boom, the two formless palm techniques clashed, unexpectedly producing traces of scorching fire and a trace of chilling white light in the air.

When they saw the power produced by the battle between Yu Haoran and the martial skills, which could only be controlled by a martial master, both the higher ups of the Hundred Feet Gate and the disciples partic.i.p.ating in the compet.i.tion looked at them in shock.

Actually, not to mention the higher ups of the Hundred Feet Gate, even the partic.i.p.ant Meng Fanwei had a shocked expression on his face as he looked at the continuously extinguis.h.i.+ng red and white lights in the air.

This was because he also did not expect that the Ardent Flames of a warrior of the first stage would actually be able to manifest elemental energy.

But to Yu Haoran, this kind of phenomenon was very normal.

The reason why the scorching heat and the cold gleam could take the form of elemental energy was not because the two palm techniques had reached the Martial Master realm. It was because the attributes were compatible with each other, forming a natural image.

In the air, the white light that was filled with coldness and the red light that was filled with scorching heat blended together, constantly growing and swallowing each other.

Although the power of the white light filled with chilliness was far from being as strong as the scorching red light, it held an absolute advantage in terms of devouring power and speed.

Ten seconds later, the two powers, which were originally evenly matched, became white as they devoured each other.

After the last trace of the burning red light disappeared, the white light that did not have any repulsive effects was also invisible in the air.

Originally, Yu Haoran thought that swallowing each other would consume the majority of the cold wind's bone-piercing energy, and would require him to use another two moves before he could defeat Meng Fanwei. But what Yu Haoran did not expect was that after consuming a large amount of scorching energy, not only did the cold wind's power not weaken at all, it even increased its power by more than ten times.

Facing such a powerful force, not to mention Meng Fanwei, who was only a warrior of the First Rank, even a warrior of the Third Rank or even a warrior of the Sixth Rank would find it difficult to resist.

Thus, when Meng Fanwei similarly felt the increase in power, the shock on his face had already been completely replaced by paleness.

He knew that with his current strength, he definitely wouldn't be able to withstand the cold palm strike. His life and future would very likely be ruined.

In his previous life, he didn't have much hatred towards Meng Fanwei, and the reason he chose him as an opponent was to prevent him from challenging Wu Zhengjun, which would affect his final ranking, but it wasn't to take his life.

Feeling the bone-piercing cold wind, whose power had been raised by more than ten times, Yu Haoran could not help but turn and glance at Wu Wei Sword King Feng Qingyun.

At this moment, only the experts from the Hundred Feet Gate could easily disperse the cold wind. Furthermore, the only person who had no ill intent towards him was none other than Feng Qingyun, the Sword King.

Seeing Yu Haoran's pleading gaze, Feng Qingyun did not hesitate at all and gently waved his sleeves. He did not feel any energy fluctuations either, and the bone-piercing cold wind palm, whose power had increased by more than ten times, completely lost its terrifying power. In the end, it turned into a gust of wind and blew across Meng Fanwei's face.