At this time on the stage, Murong Hao and Xuan Yi were at a heated stage. The duel between the two masters attracted continuous applause from everyone in the audience.

Xuan Yi flew up in the air, holding a sword, like an eagle staring at its prey in the air, staring at Murong Hao on the arena, suddenly turning the hand holding the sword, and stabbed Murong Hao quickly.

Murong Hao jumped to the side and turned somersault to avoid his blow. Shan Liao knelt down and turned around with a spear in his hand and swept towards Xuan Yi who was facing down with his sword pointed at the ground because he missed Murong Hao.

Xuan Yi reacted quickly, and the sword in his hand seemed to be elastic, launching him into the air. He quickly adjusted his body shape in the air, flew upside down and landed steadily on the ring.

Murong Hao didn't give him a chance to breathe, and stabbed him with a gun. The red tassel gun seemed to come alive in his hands, stabbing Xuan Yi repeatedly.

Xuan Yi was not slow in his movements, dodging left and right to avoid his series of thrusts. Seeing the opportunity, he tiptoed and somersaulted from above Murong Hao's head to behind Murong Hao. The sword in his hand was pointed at Murong Hao's back.

, swept down, and swung out a sword energy. The sword energy was transformed by internal force. The stronger the internal force, the higher the damage of the sword energy.

As for Xuan Yi's sword, he used 70% of his internal strength. If Murong Hao hadn't caught it, he would have been injured.

When he jumped up, Murong Hao quickly retracted his strength, turned around and held the gun in both hands to block Xuan Yi's sword.

Although Murong Hao was not injured, he was still knocked back a few steps by the sword energy, and his hands holding the gun were numb from the shock.

He knew that Xuan Yi was powerful, but he didn't expect that Xuan Yi's internal strength was so deep, and he didn't expect that despite his young age, his martial arts skills were so good.

"You are a good guard."

Mo Qingcheng, who was behind the crowd, looked at the ring with deep eyes.

When Han Shaolei heard him praising Xuan Yi, as if he was praising himself, he raised his chin, waved his hair on his temples, and said arrogantly, "Of course, you don't even look at whose bodyguard he is, huh~"

"But you are quite powerful in this...and other things, but...you are still more humble than our Xuan Yi." Han Shaolei showed off proudly.

Mo Qingcheng did not speak. Murong Hao did not use spiritual power and had no internal power. Being able to fight Xuan Yi, an early innate master, for so long is enough to prove that the martial arts skills Murong Hao learned have the strength of an innate master. He can also see this.

The more you practice martial arts, the stronger your strength becomes.

The strength of the innate masters in the early stage was not to be boasted. In the end, Murong Hao lost to Xuan Yi without using spiritual power. He only missed one move, and Xuan Yi narrowly won.

Han Shaolei laughed happily: "Hahaha! Let me just say that our Xuan Yi is awesome! Look, look, he wins."

Mo Qingcheng didn't say anything more, turned around and left.

"Hey, don't leave! Tell me quickly, is our Xuan Yi very powerful?"

"Hey... don't walk so fast!"

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Xuan Yi cupped his fists and saluted Murong Hao, then walked off the stage to mind his own business.

Wherever he passed, all the onlookers gave way to him.

"This guy is so awesome."

"Our head coach is not bad either!"

"That's right. Being able to compete with such a master and win by just a little bit is pretty impressive."

"I have to say that the last sword was so beautiful."

Only Xuan Yi knew about the last sword strike. He used 100% of his power to defeat Murong Hao.

Although Murong Hao failed to defeat Xuan Yi in the end, his strength was recognized by everyone.

A thousand and one teams were very excited about this.

Xiang Shicheng in the team was very excited on the way.

"Xiaohao is so awesome,"

"What Xiaohao? From now on, I will call you chief coach instead." Xiang Shicheng patted Wei Songjun on the shoulder and said with a smile.

Not only was Wei Songjun not angry, but he laughed and said, "Haha, yes, yes, I have to call the chief coach."

"You don't have to be like this, just call me Xiao Hao as before." Murong Hao said with a smile.

Wu Bin was the first to object: "That won't work. Who doesn't know that our team is the last team, and there will be a head coach. How many people will die from envy? You must be called the head coach. You have face.

Say yes."

The rest of the team responded loudly "Yes~" to give him face.

Wu Bin was very satisfied with his answer. He put his arm around Murong Hao's shoulders and continued: "So, head coach, please stop being pretentious!"

Murong Hao shook his head helplessly, thinking that it would be fine if they were happy...
Chapter completed!