CHAPTER 739: CHAPTER 744 THE TERRIFYING WANG HAO

"I didn’t expect that Ling Chen actually had some skills."

"Yes! Even Wang Hao couldn’t catch up to him, it seems he had been hiding his true strength in the previous two matches."

"That’s right, if he had used this movement technique earlier, dealing with Tong Nan and Yang Zhe would have been much easier."

Watching the changes on the stage, the crowd beneath was abuzz with conversation.

"It’s just a movement technique, what’s so great about that?" someone in the crowd said: "Even if Ling Chen’s movement technique is formidable, the strength difference is still there. Just wait and see, Ling Chen won’t last long."

At this moment, Ling Chen was swiftly moving across the stage, dodging Wang Hao’s pursuit. The two ran around the ring for tens of meters, and Ling Chen started feeling his breath becoming unsteady.

Although Su He had taught him the Nine Yang Qiankun Step, his strength was after all much weaker than Wang Hao’s; it was difficult to keep it up for long.

The most important thing was that the Nine Yang Qiankun Step was powerful, but it also consumed a great deal of Inner Strength, each step draining a significant amount of it. In this regard, Ling Chen was at an even greater disadvantage.

Therefore, if this continued, once he ran out of stamina, Ling Chen’s defeat was inevitable.

No, he had to find a way to turn the tables.

In a flash of thought, Ling Chen, who was charging forward, came to a sudden halt. Then twisting his waist, his right hand brushed over his waist. As the Tianling Blade came into his hand, Ling Chen turned and thrust backward, directly towards Wang Hao’s forehead.

Seeing the sharp point of the sword thrusting towards him, Wang Hao hastily stopped, lightly tapped on the floor with his foot, and immediately retreated, avoiding the sword thrust.

After the missed strike, Ling Chen did not continue to pursue but retreated backward, widening the distance between them.

Retreating to the weapons rack, Ling Chen put away the Tianling Blade, and took down a bow and arrows from the rack.

Seeing Ling Chen’s actions, the crowd nodded silently. As expected, Ling Chen had chosen the bow and arrows. However, it was uncertain whether Ling Chen’s archery would pose a threat to Wang Hao.

Just as the crowd was pondering, Ling Chen raised the longbow in his hands, and placed a sharp arrow on the bowstring.

"You think you can deal with me using archery?" Wang Hao’s mouth curled slightly, clearly not taking Ling Chen’s tactics seriously.

At that moment, Ling Chen raised the longbow, aiming the arrowhead at Wang Hao’s forehead, following the movement of his body’s direction.

Suddenly, Ling Chen’s arrowhead sharply turned to the side, and the arrow was shot instantly.

Seeing this, the crowd was taken aback for a moment. Ling Chen didn’t aim at Wang Hao but shot the arrow next to him.

Everyone had seen Ling Chen’s archery before, he wouldn’t make such a rudimentary mistake.

But then, why did he do that?

As everyone was filled with doubt, Ling Chen fired several more arrows, all of them flying past Wang Hao’s body and sticking into the floor.

Wang Hao frowned slightly, looking at the few arrows in the floor with a flicker of confusion in his eyes. Like everyone else, he didn’t understand what Ling Chen was trying to do.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Ling Chen suddenly put down the bow and arrows, then sped up, running rapidly around Wang Hao.

As Ling Chen ran, Wang Hao, standing in the middle of the ring, suddenly felt his whole body tighten, as if his hands and feet were bound, unable to move.

What...

Seeing this, everyone was shocked.

Wang Hao looked down and realized that there was a fine thread on his body. He had only been concerned with watching the arrows before, and hadn’t noticed that the ends of the arrows were connected to fine threads.

At this moment, entangled by silk threads, Wang Hao’s body was tightly restrained, standing motionless there.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ling Chen once again drew out the Tianling Blade from his waist and thrust it towards the trapped Wang Hao.

As the tip of the sword approached, Wang Hao’s brow furrowed, and he suddenly stomped on the floor with both feet. Instantly, Wang Hao’s body leapt upward. As he jumped, the silk threads were all stretched taut. Not only that, but the arrows that were embedded in the floor were also pulled out, springing up with his body.

With a thrust into the air, Ling Chen, without hesitation, tapped the ground with the tips of his toes, and instantly changed the direction of his sword strike, pursuing Wang Hao above him.

However, before the sword tip could pierce Wang Hao’s body, Ling Chen felt the Tianling Blade in his hand tighten. Looking up, Ling Chen was surprised to find that the tip of the Tianling Blade was actually caught between Wang Hao’s two feet.

Before Ling Chen could react, Wang Hao twisted his waist and lightly stepped twice on the blade with his toes.

Suddenly, Ling Chen felt a strong force transmitted through the blade, and the Tianling Blade was immediately knocked aside.

With the threat of the Tianling Blade gone, Wang Hao finally landed on the ground, hastily retreated a few steps, all the way to the edge of the arena.

"Not bad!" Wang Hao looked at Ling Chen and said: "It’s a good move, but such a low-level trick is useless against me." With these words, Wang Hao swayed his body, and his entire Hua Realm strength burst forth, instantly breaking the silk threads that were entwined around him.

Impressive!

Ling Chen’s heart sank. He thought he could catch him off guard, but he did not expect Wang Hao’s strength to be so formidable that he could not be trapped.

This move was devised by him, because he was clear in his mind that it would be very difficult to threaten Wang Hao with just archery. Therefore, only through special means could Wang Hao be restrained. Unfortunately, he still underestimated Wang Hao’s strength.

Those silk threads were obtained with great difficulty, and they were very strong, able to withstand hundreds of kilograms in weight despite their fineness. However, under the powerful Hua Realm force of Wang Hao, those silk threads broke in an instant, showing how formidable Wang Hao’s strength was.

"Your tricks must be exhausted by now, now it’s my turn."

As soon as these words fell, Wang Hao tapped the ground with his toes, and the Shattered Leaf Step was unfolded again, like a gust of wind, pressing down on Ling Chen instantly.

Seeing Wang Hao rushing at him, Ling Chen, without even thinking, raised the Tianling Blade horizontally and stabbed it towards Wang Hao’s chest. If Wang Hao continued to approach at the same speed, his body would eventually be penetrated by the Tianling Blade.

However, just as Wang Hao was about to come close, he bent his knees sharply and leaped high, instantly clearing over Ling Chen’s head.

Not good!

Ling Chen was secretly alarmed, and he hurriedly executed the Nine Yang Qiankun Step to stay far away, not giving Wang Hao the chance to get close.

But just as Ling Chen’s body moved away and before he could stabilize his stance, he felt a gust of wind hitting him.

Eh?

With a quick glance from the corner of his eye, Ling Chen only saw a figure flashing by. Before he could react, a strong force suddenly pounded down, directly sending his body flying.

Thud!

A mouthful of fresh blood spurted out, and Ling Chen fell heavily on the floor, feeling extremely painful all over.

So fast!

Ling Chen clenched his teeth tightly, his face pale, looking at Wang Hao with a hint of shock in his eyes.

This guy... had actually been holding back his true strength.

From Wang Hao’s previous move, it was clear that his strength had increased by thirty percent compared to before. Of course, part of the reason was himself.

The continuous battles had exhausted his strength too much, and he couldn’t keep up with Wang Hao’s pace any longer.

What should be done now?