C42

Chapter 42 - Vulnerability

Before anyone could even cry out in alarm, the test crystal's light changed once more and became blue, blooming out with a resplendent green light!

On the transparent test crystal, a line of dazzling green colored words appeared.

"Middle stage of the Xiantian Third Sky!"

"Pah!"

A loud and clear slap resounded throughout the silent plaza.

A middle-aged man held onto his swollen left cheek and exclaimed, "I'm not dreaming! That means that it's true, Mo Fan has the Grade Five Spirit Tattoo! "

His words were like a signal that ignited the entire square.

"Oh my god, Grade Five Spirit Tattoo! It seems like Grade Five Spirit Tattoo have never appeared in the Lingyun City before. "

"Let alone the Lingyun City, in the entire Fengling County, there probably hasn't been a genius genius born yet."

"Mo Fan is definitely a genius that only appears once every hundred years. With his natural talent, as long as he didn't die prematurely, he wouldn't die prematurely. It's definitely going to be able to be a top level expert of the Martial Ancestor Realm in the future! "

Many people started to praise Mo Xiaotian.

The corners of Mo Xiaotian's mouth were almost torn off to the hilt of his neck.

"Mo Fan, Grade Five Spirit Tattoo, cultivation at the middle stage of the Xiantian Third Sky." Qin Cang announced in a low voice.

A trace of haze flashed deep within his eyes.

Mo Fan's appearance, had not only taken away Qin Feng's limelight. And he even made Qin Cang feel a hint of threat.

"The seeded contestant spot will definitely belong to Feng'er. No one can steal it away! " Qin Cang coldly said in his heart.

Although Mo Fan's talent had reached the Grade Five Spirit Tattoo s. However, his cultivation was only at the middle stage of the Xiantian Third Sky.

In Qin Cang's opinion, as long as he used a little of his skills, Mo Fan would be eliminated from the competition.

"The selection is over. The top 16 will now be announced!"

Qin Cang said in a clear voice. In his hands, there was an additional name list. There were sixteen names written on it. It was none other than the top 16 in the selection.

First place, Mo Fan!

"Second place, Qin Feng!"

"Third place, Han Fengchen!"

"Fifteenth place, Lin Hu!"

"16th place, Feng Chong!"

"There are sixteen of them, and they will be promoted to the second round of the selection ? the strength selection!" Qin Cang's voice reverberated through the nine heavens and spread across the entire plaza.

Qin Cang paused for a moment, and then began to announce the rules of the second round of selection.

"In the strength selection, what's competing is the strength of the participants. The method of confrontation adopted is the elimination system. "

"The sixteen people that will be promoted will be randomly chosen by our City Lord for a two-on-two match. The winner will advance, and the loser will be eliminated! " Qin Cang said.

"Due to the fact that there are a total of five spots to participate in the Wind Spirit Academy's examination. Hence, the top four would immediately be awarded a spot. For the 5th, we'll have to fight for the 5th to 8th place. "

The rules were very simple, Mo Fan and the rest understood immediately.

Seeing that no one had any objections to the rules, Qin Cang took out a betrothed from his spatial ring.

There were sixteen bamboo sticks in the box. At the end of each stick was a number.

The numbers 1 to 16. Correspondingly, Mo Fan and the other sixteen participants were ranked in the first round of talent selection.

For example, Mo Fan, he ranked first in the selection. The corresponding number is 1. 5.

Qin Cang waved his sleeves, conjuring a gust of wind. He took out two bamboo sticks from the box. The numbers "9" and "15" were written on the bamboo sticks.

"First battle of the strength selection, Zhou Zheng versus Lin Hu!"

When Qin Cang's voice fell, two figures rushed to the center of the plaza and started to fight!

The ranking for talent selection only represented the quality of the participants' qualifications. It did not represent his strength.

Although Lin Hu was ranked second from the bottom in the selection of aptitude. However, his strength was not to be underestimated.

His pair of iron fists were incomparably ferocious.

After five minutes, he successfully defeated the ninth ranked Zhou Zheng and advanced.

"Second battle of the strength selection, Han Fengchen against Feng Chong!"

Qin Cang randomly took out two bamboo sticks from his bamboo stick and announced.

"Third battle of the strength selection ?"

"The seventh battle of the strength selection, Mo Fan against Qin Zhong!"

Half a minute later, Qin Cang held out two bamboo sticks as he said this.

When Mo Fan heard the name of his opponent, his eyebrows slightly raised and the corners of his mouth raised into a cold smile.

Before Lingyun City appeared, Mo Xiaotian gave him a piece of information. It was written that Mo Xiaotian believed that the person who would cause him to become a threat.

Qin Zhong was one of the people on the list.

Qin Zhong was nineteen years old this year and possessed a rank two spirit pattern. His cultivation had reached the middle stage of the Xiantian fourth stage. An entire realm higher than Mo Fan's!

More importantly, Qin Zhong was a disciple of the Qin family.

The battle between the two definitely wasn't a coincidence. It was something that Qin Cang had specially arranged.

Although it was called drawing lots randomly, with Qin Cang's cultivation. It would be too easy to cheat.

As Qin Cang's voice fell, a man with average looks and a tall and straight body walked out from the crowd.

He was Qin Zhong.

Qin Zhong's strength may not be as good as Qin Feng's. However, among the younger generation of the Qin family, they could be considered the strongest.

He naturally knew the reason why Qin Cang had arranged for him to fight with Mo Fan.

"Mo Fan, although your talent is strong, this selection of strengths is not about your talent." Qin Feng laughed sinisterly.

"You actually dared to steal Young Master Feng's limelight during the selection of aptitude. You're simply acting recklessly. In this battle, I will teach you a lesson on behalf of Young Master Feng! "

"Hehe, someone like you wants to teach me a lesson?" Mo Fan laughed coldly, and said with disdain.

"You're f * cking courting death!"

Mo Fan's attitude completely infuriated Qin Zhong. He let out a roar as he formed a seal and viciously threw it into the air.

"Boom!"

A scarlet fire seal condensed in the air with a loud bang, and with a tyrannical force, it flew towards Mo Fan ruthlessly.

This was Qin Zhong's strongest move, something that even cultivators in the late stage of the Xiantian fourth stage might not be able to withstand.

Facing the whizzing fire seal, Mo Fan's mouth raised in a slight arc. He actually watched helplessly as the attack was launched towards him without the slightest bit of defense.

Just when the Fire Seal was less than a meter away from him. Mo Fan's entire body suddenly tensed up. His right hand clenched into a fist and punched towards the seal of fire.

Mo Fan did not use a martial skill, but only relied on his physical strength to unleash that attack. The complete strength of his physical body had been unleashed to the limit.

The punch was like a thunderclap, accompanied by a series of deep sonic booms.

"Boom!"

When Mo Fan's fist collided with the fire seal. An energy shockwave swept out in all directions.

The Fire Seal that Qin Zhong had formed, was in a stalemate with Mo Fan's fist, for less than a second. It was shattered!

Mo Fan's iron fist was like a hot knife through butter. After shattering the Fire Seal, the power did not decrease and went straight for Qin Zhong's stomach.

"Pfft!"

Qin Zhong spat out a mouthful of blood, and flew out like a broken kite. He fiercely smashed into the distance, and it was unknown whether he was dead or alive.

"He can't even withstand a single blow!"

Mo Fan said indifferently.