Wu Haojun's strength is not weak. In the past, he could beat Zhou Peiran with just one finger.

It's just that this new body is too weak, and there is no set of techniques suitable for practicing in the immortal world, so it gives people the illusion that it is powerless.

Now with the blessing of Fu Bo's demonic power, Wu Haojun naturally felt a lot more relaxed.

Zhou Peiran was not originally in such a panic, but unfortunately he had never seen Wu Haojun's moves, and he underestimated the enemy, which gave Wu Haojun an opportunity to take advantage of him.

Wu Haojun's moves are mainly attack-based, hoping to defeat his opponents in one fell swoop with his strong strength and confidence.

"I didn't expect this pretty face to have some skills?"

"His style of play consumes too much money and is not a long-term solution after all."

"This move is so strange..."

"How can you defeat your opponent if you just dodge? I don't think Wu Haojun can last long."

"He only needs one punch and that's it!"

"Fight back? Why don't you fight back?"

"Be careful! Oh...it's so dangerous!"

Another voice emerged from the crowd.

Many people sympathize with the weak, and Wu Haojun is a weakling in their eyes.

What's more, Zhou Peiran had openly provoked their goddess, so in some people's hearts, they had even begun to hope that Wu Haojun would win.

"Why don't you fight back, or do you have other ideas?"

Fu Bo's voice appeared in Wu Haojun's ears, reminding him to fight quickly.

As one of the nine demon kings, Fu Bo could see through Zhou Peiran's attack patterns at a glance and quickly find a way to break them.

Unfortunately, it was not convenient for him to take action, and Wu Haojun seemed to be deliberately delaying, never giving Zhou Peiran a fatal blow.

"It's a pity that if the arm had been stretched forward just one more inch, Wu Haojun, a loser, could have been crippled."

Ergouzi clenched his fists, hoping more than anyone else that Wu Haojun would be knocked down quickly, so that he might have a chance to replace him.

"I am a high-level warrior, but I can't even beat the lowest warrior. Where can I put my face?"

Zhou Peiran felt even more anxious. He roared violently and became violent again.

He saw his moves change, his fists dancing wildly, and like a violent storm, they smashed down on Wu Haojun's body.

However, Wu Haojun's figure still dodged left and right like a ghost, always able to avoid his attacks in the first place.

One person and one demon, working together very well.

"Isn't this body technique too strong?"

"God has moved!"

"If it were me, I would have been beaten to death long ago..."

People in the audience were dumbfounded and started cheering for Wu Haojun.

Zhou Peiran became angrier the more he fought. It took him so long to deal with a low-level warrior without even touching the opponent's body. He couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

Zhou Peiran's eyes turned cold, showing a trace of murderous intent, he drew out the sword from his waist and swept it out.

Splitting Wind!

This is his unique move, which will definitely kill the opponent within three meters.

There was a burst of exclamation from the audience.

"Go to hell!"

Zhou Peiran's figure flashed and he was already in front of Wu Haojun.

Bang!

There was a muffled sound.

Instead of cutting down Zhou Peiran's sword, his arm was blown away by Wu Haojun's wooden sword.

There was a roar from the crowd, but no one expected that Wu Haojun actually blocked Zhou Peiran's sword.

They couldn't understand even more, how could a low-level warrior have such a method?

Zhou Peiran's expression turned even more grim, and he hurriedly followed up with three more sword strikes.

Wu Haojun was blocking from left to right, looking very embarrassed, but he still avoided all the attacks.

Here at the summit, everyone was talking a lot.

Especially Jiang Shuying’s grandfather Wu Wei, Su Qiaoqiao’s father Su Mingrui, and Zhou Peiran’s master Situ Jin.

"How many rounds do you think this kid can last under Zhou Peiran's hands?"

Wu Wei looked very relaxed and asked with a smile.

"I think within ten moves, he will be defeated by my disciple!"

Situ Jin said with great confidence, but the cold sweat on his forehead exposed his innermost feelings.

Su Mingrui, who was standing in the middle, said nothing. His eyes were extremely serious and fell on Wu Haojun, as if he wanted to see through him.

"Brother Su, what do you think?"

Wu Wei asked again.

"In my opinion, Wu Haojun is not simple."

Su Mingrui said lightly, then looked to the side: "Has he really defeated a monster?"

Ning Bo'an said: "Brother Su, are you kidding me? I was not in the village at the time, how could I know these things? Zhou Peiran has been attacking with ferocious moves. If you don't pay attention, you will be defeated by him!"

"It just looks like it."

Su Mingrui's tone was very calm, with no expression on his face.

On the other side, Zhou Peiran was like a mad lion, roaring crazily and fighting more and more fiercely.

"Level 10 Gale Wind Slash!"

Zhou Peiran shouted loudly and struck again.

This was a move he originally planned to use in the decisive battle, but ended up using it at this time.

"Zhou Peiran's swordsmanship has actually reached such a level!"

The expression on Jiang Shuying's face has become less relaxed than before.

He originally thought that after four years of training in Binhai City, he would definitely win the championship in this competition, but he did not expect that Zhou Peiran's swordsmanship could be so domineering.

If the two of them really fight, he may only be 60% sure.

In this case, Wu Haojun may be in bad luck.

Su Qiaoqiao was also paying close attention to every move on the stage.

Not only did she memorize all of Zhou Peiran's moves, but she also knew Wu Haojun's movements by heart.

In her heart, no matter who wins in the end, Wu Haojun or Zhou Peiran, they already have countermeasures to keep themselves in an invincible position.

"So fast!"

Wu Haojun was shocked and quickly retreated.

In an instant, the things in front of him once again turned into numbers composed of "0" and "1".

Everything around me seems to be just a bunch of numbers.

This seriously interfered with Wu Haojun's line of sight.

Facing Zhou Peiran's fierce attack, there is no way to be careless.

Wu Haojun immediately changed his strategy and needed to determine the winner as soon as possible.

"Bang!"

Wu Haojun stepped on the ground with his right foot and exerted force so hard that his whole body was ejected.

There was a muffled sound.

Wu Haojun bumped into Zhou Peiran hard.

On the arena.

A figure floated by.

After Zhou Peiran was hit by Wu Haojun, his body bounced away like a ball.

There was a burst of exclamation from the audience.

Then it suddenly became quiet, and you could only hear the occasional chirping of birds from the surrounding trees.

"How...how is this possible?"

Wu Haojun was just a low-level warrior, so it was quite surprising that he could survive Zhou Peiran's fierce attack unscathed.
To be continued...