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Technically, the power gap between the two was almost ignorable, Zhang Haoran was also one of the dark horses amongst the freshmen in Tyrion's sets and wasn't easily beaten.

But this time, he could only blame his lack of luck. Risard was famous for his unpredictable sword arts, if there was even a tiny gap between him and his opponent, then his opponent would have no chance to avoid his sword attack nor could he activate any of his super cells to avoid that strike.

He even felt as though his supercells would do little to nothing to parry or avoid the attack.

That one sword movement was almost inevitable.

Zhang Haoran who had lost the battle kept staring at Risard, he could not believe that he failed to take one attack.

Risard turned around, while he was walking down the stage, he said casually, "Train for another two years."

"Below the core students, Risard is the No.1 swordsman."

"Now that I have time to think about it, I think that one sword attack was too scary, it was way too fast for our eyes and senses to follow."

"Even those with sense enhancing supercells would find it difficult to resist the attack."

"That sword strike somehow gave people an illusion that it was too slow. If it was me, I think I will just go crazy on the spot."

"Ligan is indeed very powerful, but you guys, look over there." An Elite Student pointed at another platform, there were two people on there prepared to battle.

The rest of the Elite Students started their quiet chatter..

"It is the 'Dual Spears' Dicaed who is No.9 of the top ten Elite students. Who is his opponent? How come I've never seen him before?"

"Me neither."

"He seems to have come out of nowhere. Is there someone like him among the Elite students?"

On a platform.

A teenage boy with no expression had his right hand on his sword, he took it out and waved it in the air.

Swoosh!

Six sword light flashed out, covering Dicaed's whole body.

Dicaed smiled with confidence, waved both of his spears from left to right. The spear shadows shattered the sword light without any effort, and it did not stop there. It attacked towards his opponent.

All of a sudden.

Dicaed froze where he was, he looked down, and noticed there was a huge tear in his clothes on his chest, there was blood all over it.

"I lost. What is your name?" Dicaed knew, if it wasn't for his opponent letting him live, he would be long dead by now. But what he did not understand was that he had already shattered the six sword shadows, then how did he get attacked?

"Ligan!"

Leaving only two words, the teenager without any expression left the stage.

"Beating the No.9 Elite student brother Dicaed with only just a single attack! How unbelievable! Since when did we have this kind of character among the students?"

"Even Dicaed had been beaten with just one sword attack, this Ligan could probably compete with Risard . I just don't know who would have the better sword arts."

Not far away squeezed his eyes, staring at Ligan's back.

Finally, there was one member of the top ten Elite students who had been beaten. A lot of the Elite students who had lost hope were now expecting to see a second one, and then a third...

Soon.

At the group eight platform, someone else had beaten the No.10 Elite student "Steel Leg" Syphan.

Although Syphan was only the tenth rank Elite student among the top ten Elite students, it was only because of his head-on battling style.

His opponent was also someone training leg arts, with only three kicks, he had beaten Syphan. The first kick shattered Syphan's kick shadows, the second kick had broken Syphan's defensive energy, and the third and the last kick was only a gentle touch on Syphan's chest, which left a deep foot step. It looked effortless and very gentle, but it was indeed opposite to that.

If it was only that, it would not be this shocking for him to win. The Elite student who had beaten Syphan was called Tigan, he was nineteen years' old which was pretty old for an Elite student. He was commonly regarded as a hard worker with limited talent. But this time, his battle style had completely changed, it was like a moth that had turned into a butterfly.

"This young man is a late bloomer!"

In the Instructors' seats, someone made a comment.

Couple of Instructors sitting right next to him nodded, "Hard work could make up for the flaws, sometimes when a warrior who lacks natural talent works hard, he might just figure it all out. This young man is worth putting effort in."

"Hehe, it is not like we have never seen any late bloomers before, but this time is way more shocking than any other time. It is almost like a different person."

Harry asked Tyrion, "Tyrion, what do you think? How come I think that those three kicks were extremely simple, but I cannot figure it out why brother Syphan could not handle them."

Tyrion slowly let out a breath, "That's Ultima!"

"Ultima?" Harry did not follow.

Tyrion explained, "The so-called Ultima is actually very mysterious, which cannot really be explained by words. Put it in a simple way, is that he had sensed the meaning of nature, and combined the power of the nature with his kick arts. So that is why his kick art seemed so ordinary but somehow unstoppable. After all, human beings are like ants in front of nature."

Harry was not sure if he understood it or not.

When the competition reached the end, the contestants with high scores would only gain more, and the ones with low scores would only seem to go lower and lower.

So far, Tyrion had gained eighteen points which made him the top of the group, the same as Risard.

Finally, the competition reached the final round, the tenth round.

"The first round, No.0 against No.28!"

Once the attendant had announced the result, the Elite students around Tyrion started to cheer. In the nine rounds before, they had all witnessed how strong Tyrion was. It was not hard to see as someone rarely won nine rounds continuously. Besides the eight ace contestants, only a few people had accomplished that. Actually, if Tyrion did not have to face Risard, he might have won ten rounds.

He would be ranked first along with Risard and could have entered the finals. But now, it seemed impossible for it to happen.

While the crowd was prepared to get disappointed, Tyrion walked on the stage.

In front of him, Risard said in a relaxed manner, "You are pretty good."

"You too."

Tyrion's reply had shocked everyone else. 'Risard is only pretty good!? Is he joking? He cannot be this arrogant, can he?'

"Hehe, it is not good to be this arrogant. Let me test your limits!" Risard approved Tyrion's strength, but it did not mean that he thought Tyrion had what it takes to win against him. His body flashed, and disappeared in the air, almost as if he had melted and become a part of the wind.

Tyrion did not flinch. He waved his fist towards the left, the power of his fist and the extraordinary power of his opponent's strengthened fingers clashed against each other, making a horrible exploding sound.

Sooner, Risard's attacks had become stronger. Countless finger lights attacked Tyrion from different directions. He was still with the wind and did not reveal himself.

"When comparing movement arts, who was I ever afraid of!?" As he spoke, Tyrion also disappeared in the air, leaving those finger lights to attack the stage ground.

Pop! Boom! Swoosh!

You could only see that the fist shadows and the finger lights kept clanging together. As both of them were traveling too fast and were attacking in weird ways, one could only make out their figures for a split second.

"So freaking weird! How can we see them!? I cannot believe this Tyrion is so powerful. Obviously, he had been hiding his true power." Someone could not help but yell out.

"Risard probably hasn't used all his true power yet… has he?" freёweɓnovel.com

Hundred Thousand Burning Flames."

Risard pointed his finger in the air and used a fire attribute martial art. The fire beam cleaved the air with a loud noise.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

Tyrion's figure was torn to pieces. It was just his afterimage that was formed due to his extreme speed.

"Is that all you got?" Tyrion talked to Risard from behind.

Risard was irritated and then spun towards him. The fire beams were being cast from his fingers in every direction, they broke the edges of the stone pillars.

Tyrion took a sharp glance and quickly evaded the attacks. They were not used all at once, but in a consecutive manner. With his speed and body control, Tyrion managed to rush a distance of five steps towards Risard.

"How could this be possible? Why can't the beam hit him?"

The students were stunned in amazement with their mouths wide open.

They understood well that with just speed alone one could not make that many evasions from the beams as the gaps in between the beams were so small that they could be neglected. As the beams were in disorder, one could only evade the attacks with good eyesight, a strong spirit, continuous stamina, high speed and good reflexes.