25 minutes later...
The remaining eight people on the stage huddled together, trembling in a small corner.
Ignoring their own injuries, the eight people worked together to form a barrier to prevent them from accidentally harming the others.
Although the arena is large, they would feel more at ease if an additional barrier was erected.
Those two are just too terrifying in their fighting style.
In their view, Xiao Hao was kneeling on the ground, the tip of his sword touching the ground.
One eye had already been gouged out, half of his left arm was severed, and he was covered in blood.
His body was covered in bloody sword wounds, and in some places there was a burnt smell from spiritual energy.
The cultivator was also in bad shape; his right arm was completely severed, and since he already had little spiritual energy, it was now almost completely depleted.
He thought he could quickly deal with this kid at the first level of the Spirit Gathering Realm.
Unexpectedly, this kid is like an unkillable cockroach, his injuries keep healing.
He didn't know why, but he felt extremely annoyed during his battles with him.
The cultivator looked at Xiao Hao with a look of horror. This kid actually traded injuries with him.
Despite having his eyes gouged out, Xiao Hao also cut off his right arm.
"Hahaha! Old Chu woman, did you see that? I'll show you how I win in a minute!"
Xiao Hao grinned menacingly, his face covered in wounds and blood.
Especially the eyes; one of the eyeballs had been punctured and ripped open, making it look extremely ferocious and terrifying.
Wang Feng, sitting below the stage, had an extremely serious expression. How could his disciple be so foolish as to refuse to admit defeat even now?
Chu Yan'er no longer felt the joy she had fifteen minutes ago.
Looking at Xiao Hao's terrifying and ferocious appearance, a hint of worry rose in her eyes.
Why did that brat go to such lengths just because she mocked him? I should have known better than to laugh at him.
She quickly waved to Xiao Hao, who was looking over, and made a few gestures to signal him to admit defeat.
"Old Chu woman! You want me to admit defeat? No way!!"
Xiao Hao showed no appreciation whatsoever and cursed Chu Yan'er.
"Judge, he admits defeat! Let him come down!"
Wang Feng waved and shouted at the judge.
"No one else has the right to decide their wins or losses. Don't worry, the fatal wound will be prevented."
The judge spoke coldly.
"Master! Isn't fighting against opponents of higher levels a required course for geniuses? Just watch, your disciple is definitely a genius!"
Xiao Hao didn't disrespect Wang Feng; instead, he started talking about what Wang Feng had been saying.
Wang Feng sighed helplessly, patted his forehead, and wondered if he had brainwashed him too much.
Should we grab the judge by the neck and force him to open the barrier?
Wang Feng pondered for a moment, glancing at the large pillar and the barrier in the distance, but ultimately abandoned the idea.
Now they understood the rules of the competition: if they couldn't kill him, they had to fight him to the point of near death.
However, not everyone would go to such lengths. A normal person would admit defeat if they realized they couldn't win, unlike Xiao Hao.
However, there are places even more devastating than Xiao Hao's.
He was only stopped by a spiritual attack from the barrier when he was about to die.
Or they might be saved by the power of the barrier when they are on the verge of death.
"Fool, it's not too late for you to admit defeat now. Don't end up with a lifelong disability instead of joining the Little Sword Sect!"
The cultivator opposite Xiao Hao said a few words, and he was also a little scared. This kid was completely desperate when it came to fighting later on.
"Hahaha! Since you're scared, why don't you just admit defeat?"
Xiao Hao's smile was now even more terrifying and ferocious. He knelt on the ground, supporting himself with his sword in his right hand as he looked at the cultivator.
You deserve to die!
The cultivator cursed upon hearing Xiao Hao's words, his heart filled with immense anger; his left arm was severed.
If we can't get into the Lesser Sword Sect, we'll have to spend another wave of resources to get in.
Moreover, how could he possibly admit defeat? If he were to step down from this ring today, he certainly wouldn't be able to fight again anytime soon.
We'll just have to wait another ten years.
After saying that, he once again imbued his low-grade yellow-level longsword with a layer of blue spiritual power, but this time it was so dim that it was almost invisible.
One of the reasons Xiao Hao was able to injure him was the difference in their weapons; Xiao Hao's sword was a mid-grade yellow-rank weapon.
When slashing, the vibrations transmitted through the hands are largely neutralized by the sword.
Moreover, thanks to the recovery provided by the jade disc, Xiao Hao's spiritual power far surpasses his.
"Hahaha! Again!"
Xiao Hao laughed maniacally, stood up, and exerted all his strength to activate his sword.
His body gradually turned dark red, and he exuded a fiery aura.
The longsword in his hand once again erupted with an even stronger layer of fiery light.
"You possess the Sun Sword Body!!"
The monk was shocked by what he saw; he had attacked too fiercely just now.
Moreover, Xiao Hao didn't have the sword body activated like he does now, so he didn't recognize him.
"Hehehe! Who knows!"
Xiao Hao smiled, raised his sword, and charged at the cultivator once again.
Countless people below the stage were also drawn to their low-level battle and turned to look.
Although they were at a lower level, the battle was incredibly exciting to watch. It was a battle between geniuses of different levels. Would they win or lose?
On the arena, Xiao Hao was now burning hot all over, his fighting spirit soaring. He felt all the pain in his body had disappeared, and all he wanted was to fight to his heart's content.
Damn it!
The cultivator had no choice but to take the hit head-on.
I was seriously injured this time. If I can't beat him, I won't be able to fight today, and tomorrow will be another selection competition.
In other words, he can only wait for the next entrance competition, and since he won't join a sect, he'll have to pay for his injuries himself.
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