"That may not be the case! As far as I know, Wang Hao's cultivation is also not low, and he also has the legendary sword-controlling technique as a killer move, so he may be able to compete with Han Feiyang."

"That's right! In the ring competition, the situation changes rapidly, and no one can determine the outcome until the last moment. You said before that Tang Xin could win, but what happened? Even if you tried your best, you still lost to Zhang Yiqing."

"..."

Looking at the two players on the ring, the audience below the stage was arguing.

Some people think Han Feiyang can win, while others think Wang Hao is a dark horse.

It was a case of each party having their own reasons, and no one could convince the other.

"Both players are ready, and the first match of the 16-to-8 match officially begins!"

After confirming that the two were fine, Zhang Qizheng spoke loudly and announced the start of the match.

The noisy scene soon became quiet.

Everyone stared at the ring intently, fearing to miss the wonderful moments of the two masters.

"Please."

Han Feiyang stretched out one hand, looking like you just let it go.

"Hmph!"

Wang Hao was not polite, and with one step, the whole person turned into a residual image, rushed forward quickly, and then punched Han Feiyang.

The momentum was like thunder, vast and amazing.

Many people only knew that he was good at swordsmanship, but they didn't know that his boxing and kicking skills were also unique.

Some of the opponents he met before didn't even have the qualifications for him to draw his sword.

"Fighting?"

Han Feiyang hooked the corner of his mouth, without dodging or avoiding, and punched out as well.

"Bang!"

The fists of both sides collided in the air, making a loud bang.

The surging energy waves spread out.

Han Feiyang stood still, while Wang Hao was knocked back several steps, and his arm was numb.

It was obvious that Wang Hao was slightly inferior in strength and cultivation. JrNovels.com