When Jian Wusheng's low voice spread across the square, everyone's eyes were on Ji Ling.

　　 Ji Ling seemed to have expected Jian Wusheng to challenge him, and his expression remained calm as usual.

　　 He stepped up to the arena, and stood ten meters away from Jian Wusheng, still with a confident smile on his mouth.

　　 "Jian Wusheng, Deacon Han's ranking is actually the final result."

　　 "Even if you are unwilling in your heart, it will not help you, you are definitely not the opponent of this king!"

　　 Ji Ling said calmly, with a certain tone, as if she was stating a fact.

　　 Jian Wusheng's face became more and more gloomy, and his eyes were full of warfare.

　　 He gave a low-pitched grin: "The little prince said it too early. Who is the first? You will know who is the first!"

　　 "Little prince, offended!"

　　 After that, he instantly drew his sword and slammed Ji Ling as fast as lightning.

　　 His speed was too fast, and there was an afterimage behind him.

　　 "Huh!"

　　 Very fierce, fast as a sword.

　　 Tens of thousands of viewers were amazed, holding their breath, sweating for Ji Ling.

　　 That sharp, dazzling sword light, like thunder tearing through the night.

　　The expressions of several young geniuses changed, and they couldn't stop Jian Wusheng's sword.

　　 But Ji Ling's face didn't change, she was still calm and confident.

　　 "Red Fire Sword!"

　　 Ji Ling also suddenly drew out the sword, let out a low drink, swept the sword across a half-moon-shaped sword light.

　　 The scarlet sword light stirred the flames, rolled up surging heat waves on the ring, and blew violent winds.

　　 "Boom!"

　　 The two sword lights collided, and there was a muffled noise.

　　 Jian Wusheng's amazing sword was defeated by Ji Ling's sword, and Jian Wusheng was also shaken back by five steps.

　　 "Fire waves three cut!"

　　 Ji Ling shouted again, brandishing the scarlet sword light to catch up, cutting out three flames of sword light.

　　 Sword Wusheng was surrounded by hot flames, and there was nowhere to hide, so he could only hurriedly wave his sword to resist.

　　 He was shocked, with an expression of disbelief on his face.

　　 "Boom boom boom!"

　　 The two swords collided again, and Jian Wusheng was repelled six steps away.

　　 Next, Ji Ling launched an attack like lightning, swaying sword light in the sky, like a violent and domineering fire.

　　 Jian Wusheng fell into a disadvantage, and he was defeated by him, and it was difficult to resist.

　　 Countless warriors on the square, seeing Ji Ling completely suppress Jian Wusheng, they all cried out incredible.

　　 Everyone realized that the little prince had been hiding his strength before.

　　 Until this moment, the little prince showed his true strength!

　　 This battle is the most stunning and eye-catching battle since the start of the introductory competition.

　　 Ji Ling and Jian Wusheng both broke out their strongest combat effectiveness, fighting fiercely in the arena, their figures flickering like ghosts, dizzying.

　　 Tens of thousands of spectators stared at the battle intently, dazzled and excited.

　　 Soon, the hundred breath time passed.

　　 Ji Ling is still full of vitality, moves swiftly like the wind, and has no injuries on his body.

　　 While Jian Wusheng had five swords in his body, there was a sword wound on his chest, back, and thigh arms, with blood flowing like a shot.

　　 He has reached the end of the crossbow, and can only helplessly admit defeat.

　　 "Little lord, my skills are not as good as others, so I am willing to give up!"

　　 When Jian Wusheng gave up, Ji Ling retracted the sword and smiled confidently.

　　 Everyone around the ring had seen Ji Ling's true strength, and only then did they believe what he had said before.

The strength ranking given by 　　 Great Skyzong is basically the final ranking, and it is difficult to deviate.

　　 Jian Wusheng withdrew from the ring with a pale complexion.

　　Han Qiaosheng boarded the ring and announced loudly: "Jian Wusheng failed to challenge, maintain the original ranking."

　　 "Who else wants to challenge?"

　　 All the young geniuses were silent, not daring to challenge easily.

　　 Wei Lingfeng, ranked fourth, originally wanted to challenge Ji Tianxing to win third place and avenge Jiang Baiyu.

　　 However, after the failure of Jian Wusheng's challenge, he was filled with hesitation and did not dare to fight easily.

　　 Tens of thousands of people on the square also recognized the ranking announced by Deacon Han, and all believed that the ranking was correct, and Ji Ling was the well-deserved first genius.

　　 However, just as everyone was whispering and talking, a heroic and tall black figure stepped onto the ring.

　　 "I, Ji Tianxing, challenge Ji Ling here!"

　　 Ji Tianxing walked onto the ring without expression, looked at Ji Ling with cold eyes, and launched a challenge.

　　 Suddenly, the eyes of tens of thousands of people gathered on him, and there were bursts of exclamation in the crowd.

　　 "God! Jian Wusheng has failed the challenge, yet Ji Tianxing dare to challenge the little lord?"

　　 "This guy really does not live or die! The strength of the little prince is stronger than Jian Wusheng, at least the Seventh Level of the True Origin Realm!"

　　 "He dare to question Deacon Han's ranking, really arrogant!"

　　 "Hey, Ji Tianxing used to be the number one genius. It seems that he is ranked third, very unwilling, and even delusional to regain the number one!"

　　 "I bet that Ji Tianxing is definitely not the opponent of the little prince, he will lose within 30 strokes!"

　　 "Thirty strokes? You look too high on Ji Tianxing, I think twenty strokes are enough!"

　　 Countless people sneered at Ji Tianxing and sneered at him, believing that he would definitely lose.

　　Only the little princess looked up at Ji Tianxing from the stage and waved a small fist at him to cheer for him.

　　 "Brother Tianxing, I believe you! Come on!"

　　 Amid the noisy discussion of everyone~lightnovelpub.net~ Ji Ling walked onto the ring with a smile.

　　 He looked at Ji Tianxing playfully, a sneer of contempt at the corner of his mouth.

　　 "Ji Tianxing, what if you regain your strength? Do you think you are still the first genius?"

　　 "Hehe...you will pay for your challenge!"

　　 "This king will let you know that you will be this king on the first day, and you will always be trampled on by this king!"

　　 Ji Ling's tone was very cold, and even contained a hint of murder.

　　 Ji Tianxing has determined that Ji Ling is the despicable master behind the scenes, his life and death enemy!

　　 Therefore, Ji Ling would have a murderous heart against him, and he was not surprised.

　　 He looked at Ji Ling with gloomy eyes, and said in a cold tone: "Ji Ling! I will also let you know that the strength captured by conspiracy and tricks is nothing but dreams!"

　　 "Your confidence and arrogance, that's it!"

When 　　's words fell, he instantly urged six sword auras and turned into golden streamers to attack Ji Ling.

　　 "Yujian Volley! Streaming Light Sword Net!"

　　 He held the Black Dragon Sword in his left hand, and the Yujian Jue in his right hand, manipulating the sword energy to form a sword net, and under the hood towards Ji Ling.

　　 "咻咻咻!"

　　 Sword energy flew horizontally, dragging out a long golden streamer, strangling around Ji Ling.

　　 Ji Ling's complexion changed slightly, a solemn color flashed under his eyes, and he immediately drew his sword to fight back.

　　 "Red Fire Sword!"

　　 He also burst out of his strongest strength, displayed his unique swordsmanship, shed more than a dozen sword lights, and wanted to forcefully cut through the streamer sword net.