Martial God Sovereign

Chapter 003

At 8 o'clock in the morning, all the people of the Han family gathered on the martial arts field. The Han family's clan gathering is an annual meeting where the younger generation competes and competes. Teenagers from 12 to 18 years old can participate.

The order of the ranking of the clan associations will directly determine the amount of training subsidies received in the coming year.

The annual clan meeting is divided into two games. The first is a campaign contest, where the younger generation in the Han family will compete to select the top ten; the second is a ranking contest, the top ten selected by the contest, and the Han family The young disciples who went to study in Liuyunzong competed together.

The contest will be held today, and the ranking will be held in ten days!

"Xiaoyu!" In the crowd, a tall and beautiful girl squeezed away from the crowd and walked towards Han Yu. Others are very surprised. Han Shuang is the leader of the younger generation in the family. He is usually arrogant and indifferent, but he seems to be a different person to Han Yu.

"Sister Han Shuang!" Han Yu smiled slightly. Now that he has cultivated vitality, he appears more confident.

Han Shuang approached Han Yu's ear and whispered: "Xiaoyu, I have already greeted Han Kang and Han Lin. If they meet you, they will let you go!"

Although Han Shuang looked down on Han Yu by saying this, Han Yu was very moved. Today, the younger generation of the Han family, except for his cousin Han Yi, who is far away studying art in the Liuyunzong, Han Shuang treats him best.

"Sister Han Shuang, don't worry, if I can't get the first place, I will never fall!" Han Yu's eyes flashed with determination.

Han Shuang nodded. She liked Han Yu's character of not admitting defeat, but she sighed secretly in her heart. At this time, it wasn't that Han Yu could solve the problem without admitting defeat.

"Hey, I heard you right, the waste still wants to take first place? The last one!" A short, chubby, pink-faced teenager walked over. This person's name is Han Kun, who is Han Qingyun's grandson. He is arrogant and domineering in the Han family, and few people dare to provoke him.

Han Yu glanced at Han Kun coldly, and didn't say anything.

With a meaningful smile on Han Kun's face, he said, "Han Yu, I have a hunch that you will meet me in the first round and be beaten by me and kneel down to beg for mercy. You have plenty of time now. Think about it, how can you beg me!"

Han Kun turned and left after speaking. He wanted to hit Han Yu a few more words, but Han Shuang was there and he didn't dare to go too far.

Looking at Han Kun's back, Han Yu's eyes grew colder!

Standing on the high platform, Han Qingyun said some exciting words first, and then explained the rules of the competition as written in the book, and finally the Korean War announced the start of the competition.

Forty people participating in this clan meeting went to the front to draw lots. Han Yu drew to the seventh ring in the first round, and directly boarded the ring.

"Haha, how about it, brother's prediction has come true, you met me!" A short, chubby, pink-faced teenager boarded the seventh ring, not Han Kun or who.

In this competition, it was obvious that someone did it deliberately. Han Kun's father wanted to take over from the Korean War and become the next patriarch of the Han family. It would be great for Han Kun to defeat Han Yu.

Many arenas have already started, and there are many people around each arena. In contrast, the No. 7 arena has the most viewers, not to say how exciting their arena competition will be. It is because Han Yu's success or failure is related to the patriarch's stay.

"Have you figured out how to beg for mercy? If you don't speak well, I won't give up easily!" Han Kun's eyes flashed a fierce color.

His goal today is not only to defeat Han Yu, but also to humiliate Han Yu in every possible way.

"This sentence will be returned to you!" Han Yu's face sank.

"Ignorance waste, even hard-mouthed when death is imminent!"

With the start of the referee, Han Kun raised his leg and rushed over.

"Flame Fist!"

Han Kun shouted and threw out his right fist, and people saw that a group of strange flames burned on his fist, so that the temperature around him soared.

"Although Flame Fist is only a Tier 1 martial skill, it is known for its dominance. Generally, the sixth level of Yuan Wu can cultivate to great success. Unexpectedly, Han Kun of the fifth level of Yuan Wu has already cultivated to great success. His qualifications are among the juniors of the family. Count the multipliers."

Not only are ordinary people paying attention to the battle here, the Korean War, the seven elders are all looking at this side nervously, Han Kun only shot, and the elder Han Qingye of the Martial Arts Pavilion praised it.

"The power of Kun'er's punch is very difficult even for the people of Yuanwu Sixth Layer." Han Qingyun laughed, his face very proud. Han Yu absolutely can't resist Han Kun's punch, the patriarch of the Korean War is at your fingertips!

"Trash, it's no use begging for mercy now!"

Han Kun's fist was still one meter away from Han Yu, and the fist wind lifted Han Yu's hair. As the temperature soared, Han Yu's forehead was already covered with sweat.

"Haha, I'm scared of this waste, but it's too late. Brother Kun makes a move, and there is no possibility of recovery, even if he kneels to beg for mercy." One of Han Kun's attendants laughed.

Han Yu didn't move like loose body, shook hands into fists, and then blasted out with a punch.

"Brother Kun's punch has the power of a battle with the masters of Yuan Wu Sixth Layer, and the flame has terrifying destructive power. He even wants to head-on, not only is it useless, but also an idiot!" Han Kun An attendant was sarcastic, but just as he finished speaking, the smile on his face instantly solidified.

With a loud noise, the flame on Han Kun's fist was shaken away, and his body flew upside down, while Han Yu remained motionless.

Everyone was in an uproar, Han Yu knocked Han Kun away with a punch, what a great power! Of course, this punch Han Yu hasn't used his vitality yet, if he uses his vitality, the effect will be even more amazing.

"Huh!"

Before Han Kun could come back to his senses, Han Yu took a step forward and rushed out. Han Kun just staggered and stood up, Han Yu has rushed to the front, the strong wind driven by his fist made Han Kun's pupils shrink. Panicked, he quickly set up his hands to block.

"boom!"

Han Yu's fist was like a sledgehammer hitting Han Kun's arm, and Han Kun stepped back and sat on the ground. Han Yu chased after victory, spinning his body, and a whip leg slashed down, and he was hitting Han Kun's chest. Han Kun felt his heart suffocated, and opened his mouth to spout blood.

Everyone was stunned. The elders on the high platform had already come to the edge of the platform, wishing to stretch their necks to grow a giraffe. Han Qingyun's face was blue and white, and at the same time she was shocked. How could Han Yu have such a terrifying power?

"Think about how to beg for mercy?" Han Yu looked at Han Kun coldly.

Han Kun was startled, he had an intuition that if he didn't beg for mercy, Han Yu would probably kill him.

"I think……"

Before the word "lost" was spoken, Han Yu stepped on Han Kun's mouth and heard the sound of teeth crumbling with a slight effort.

"Woohoo..."

Han Kun screamed in pain, but couldn't make a sound.

"Stop it!" Han Qingyun was shocked.

Han Yu glanced at Han Qingyun, snorted coldly, kicked Han Kun on the ribs, and Han Kun rolled off the ring like a sandbag.