The Qingming elder comforted sad Hua Ling, "The strength of this Qin Shiyan is already comparable to that of Tian Hai. It's excusable that you are not her opponent. After all, your cultivation is inferior to hers a level."
She had been frowning and ignored everyone. She just back to her seat and looked ahead with sluggish eyes, thinking about something.
Feng Yuan was anxious and stood up, "Let me show up, I promise to win the next round!"
"You?" The elder looked at him, "That Wang Yan has the cultivation at the third level of the Martial Artist State, a level higher than you! You are not her opponent and let Peng Chengren contest with her to be sure to win, I think it is easy for him. And your mission is to win that arrogant guy in the last round!" He pointed to Zhang Yan.
Excitement crushed Feng Yuan, "Well, okay! I must destroy that guy and let him know my strength! How dares he, a Xiantian-level disciple, to be against me?! I will let him regret provoking me!"
"You must win, Brother Peng. I am waiting to my turn! If you lose, I can't show up then!" He was worried.
Peng Chengren stood up and looked coldly at Feng Yuan, "I know!" He stepped to the stage.
Feng Yuan looked at Peng Chengren behind and grinned, "Hey, why he is always so cold, and his eyes scary!"
Mo Ning responded, "If you know what has happened to him, you know why. You'd better not provoke him. Although his cultivation is not high, he is a good killer!"
Peng Chengren did not say anything. After they two greeted each other with a hold fist salute, he rushed toward her without any weapons. So fast, he flashed at her, allowing her no time to take out her weapon. Followed by a pair of daggers in his hands, he stabbed them toward her neck.
She retreated, at once, in fear, mobilized spiritual energy to form a shield and took out her sword to block his attack. But his speed was too fast, when she was about to back it off, he suddenly disappeared.
Her pupil enlarged in shock. She wanted to leave where she stood, but she reacted late and he suddenly blocked behind her and, once again, put the daggers on her neck. Her spiritual energy was instantly pressed back so that she withdrew her sword unwillingly.
He left ten feet away from her and walked down the stage without any expression and words.
Wang Yan stunned for two minutes. She did not expect that she would lose so quickly.
Zhang Yan was also a little shocked by his body skills. He seemed to be a killer by nature and always kept alert and be ready for a battle.
Tian Hai shook his head, "It is not her carelessness, but the big gap between their instinct reaction to battles. Peng Chengren is a killer who has been trained in blood. Though same cultivation level, their actual combat ability is different!"
The Big Elder was lost. Qin Shizhen's victory once made him see hope, but he did not expect that it would be shattered so quickly, "I didn't expect there to be such a disciple in the Qingming school. He is amazing! It seems that the God does not favor us! If Su He is still alive, we must win!"
Zhang Yan snorted, 'If he is alive, you dead.'
Qin Shiyan responded, "We have Zhang Yan! He should have a try and maybe he can win!"
The Big Elder snorted and yelled at Zhang Yan, "Are you going to be a shame on the stage? Such a waste! We'd better give up!" The Big Elder hated him very much.
"A waste? Then what is Long Yu, your grandson? He is even not my opponent! He doesn't deserve to be a waste, does he?" Zhang Yan was irritated and his anger burst out.
The Big Elder didn't know how to refute, after all, his grandson did lose to Zhang Yan. He was irritated too, "How dare you brat to be against me again and again?! Don't you think I dare not to destroy you since the Master has warned? Believe it or not, I dare to do it now!"