Supremacy Starts With The Mysterious System

The competition between the younger generation of Han family had finally welcomed the most exciting part.    

    

Han Xiu, battle, Han Feng.    

    

Han Xiu looked at the young man standing in front of him, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion in his heart. A few days ago, he hadn't put this young man in his eyes, but now, this young man was gradually catching up to him.    

    

"No, the first one is mine." Han Xiu softly muttered in his heart. Immediately, he heard Elder Han Xuan's words, "Begin." His body rushed towards Han Feng.    

    

Han Feng's eyes stiffened a little when he sensed the pressure that was rushing towards him. Immediately, a sharp intent burst forth. He took a step forward and a palm print was sent flying.    

    

Buzz!    

    

The moment the two of them exchanged blows, the fighting stage seemed to tremble. Everyone's eyes widened, afraid that they would miss a moment.    

    

He waved his folding fan, which looked like a sharp blade that was about to tear someone apart, forming a deadly storm. Han Feng was in the middle of the storm. His palm trembled, producing terrifying palm prints that shattered the storm.    

    

"It seems like the folding fan alone won't be able to do anything to you." Han Xiu sighed. He unfolded the folding fan, turning it into a sharp blade that emitted a terrifying light.    

    

"Han Xiu, I'll change to a sword." The crowd was shocked. In the previous battles, Han Xiu had always used a folding fan. In less than three moves, he would definitely knock his opponent off the stage. Only Han Feng had forced Han Xiu to use a sword.    

    

"I will allow you to use your weapon, otherwise, others will say that I am bullying you." Han Xiu looked down from above. His tone was incomparably arrogant.    

    

"Then you better not regret it." Han Feng smiled faintly, then looked at the crowd, "Is there anyone who wants to borrow a sword from me?"    

    

"I am willing!"    

    

"Use mine!"    

    

A few sword-wielding disciples immediately shouted out. Only one of the disciples sitting at the front quickly threw out his sword, and it landed in Han Feng's hand.    

    

Han Feng looked at the sword in front of him. Although it was a bit old, it was still very sharp. It couldn't be said to be an Ordinary Weapon, but it was still much better than his own sword.    

    

"Come on." Han Feng said.    

    

"How can you fight me with such a broken sword?" Han Xiu sneered in his heart. His sword was a half-step Ordinary Weapon. It took him a lot of effort to merge his sword into the folding fan.    

    

A sword light appeared, and a murderous intent roared between the heaven and earth. Han Xiu's sword was like a flash of light as it thrust out like a beam of light.    

    

"Break!" Han Feng shouted out loudly. A sharp sword seemed to have broken through the space, and numerous sword afterimages were left on the fighting stage at an extreme speed.    

    

"Your sword has a grand momentum, but it's not real." Han Feng had exposed Han Xiu's weakness, causing the latter's expression to turn ugly.    

    

The sword technique that he was most proud of was not worth mentioning in Han Feng's eyes.    

    

"What right do you have to talk about me? You don't deserve to talk about swords." Han Xiu spat out the cold voice and unleashed his killing move. The sword was about to cut the wind and clouds in the sky.    

    

"Brother Han Xiu's sword is so beautiful!" Everyone felt dizzy and dazzled. It was as if streams of light had descended from the sky.    

    

Han Xiu's sword was like a spark that streaked across the night sky. Silver light splashed in all directions. It was as if everything was going to be destroyed by his sword light.    

    

In comparison, Han Feng's sword technique was much more ordinary, but it was extremely fast, surpassing everything.    

    

Their swords clashed on the fighting stage. The sound of metal colliding was incessant, and the sound of killing could be heard throughout the Han family. Even the elders on the elder seats were secretly shocked.    

    

"Feng, it's really possible for him to get first place." Han Pojun was very happy. His nephew was the first.    

    

Furthermore, Han Feng was different from Han Xiu. Han Xiu had been nurtured by his family since he was young, and he had all kinds of resources. As for Han Feng, he had been relying on himself all the way until now.    

    

Han Feng had given him too much of a shock.    

    

"Feng, how did you do it?" Although Han Pojun didn't cultivate the Sword Dao, he could tell that... Han Feng's sword technique was extremely fast. Any martial skill could be used at an absolute speed. Unless Han Xiu's strength far exceeded Han Feng's. But he obviously could not do it.    

    

"In the end, I have underestimated you." As soon as Han Xiu finished speaking, a monstrous sword light emerged from his body, and a fierce gale howled out. At this moment, Han Xiu seemed to be able to control the power of the wind, which made his attack even more powerful.    

    

"It can combine the power of wind and the power of the sword. Han Xiu. As expected of the number one genius of Han family." Han Feng couldn't help but praise in his heart, although he didn't like Han Xiu. Han Xiu was the most powerful opponent he had ever met.    

    

Although Jiuqing had taken Qin Shuang from the Qin family as his disciple, in terms of cultivation, Qin Shuang was definitely not as good as Han Xiu.    

    

"Today, I will take your life!" Han Xiu shouted loudly. The sword light was even more dazzling. The wind blades were like swords, real and fake, making it hard for people to see where his sword was.    

    

"He is also one of the three great geniuses of the Han family. Han Xiu's combat strength is far greater than Han Shenghu and Han Meier's." The crowd was shocked when they saw Han Xiu's full strength. If they were on the fighting stage, they would be killed in the blink of an eye.    

    

"You can't do it." Sword Qi surged out from Han Feng's body as well. At this moment, it was as if he had turned into a sword, cutting through everything.    

    

Han Feng gazed at the monstrous vortex of wind blades. He took a step forward, and the sword Qi soared into the sky. He then spat out a deadly voice.    

    

"Nine Killing Sword Art, First Kill!"    

    

The extreme sword Qi seemed to be able to pierce through everything, and it was unstoppable. The boundless sword might shattered all the wind blades, and all the flowing lights in front of Han Xiu were annihilated.    

    

"How is this possible?" A look of disbelief appeared on Han Xiu's face. After that, he slashed out another violent sword storm, and it wreaked havoc. If it was touched, it would immediately be killed.    

    

Han Feng took another step forward. Sword light surged and surged out.    

    

"Second kill!"    

    

The sound of killing turned into endless devil power that suppressed everything, causing people's hearts to tremble.    

    

"What kind of sword technique is Feng using?" Han Pojun looked at the two sword energies of Han Feng, and his heart trembled. If he was at the same level as Han Feng, he would have been torn apart long ago.    

    

"Third kill!" Han Feng took another step forward, and the battle stage shook continuously. Han Xiu's sword storm had shattered, and blood was rolling in his chest. It was as if a terrifying force had entered his body and injured him.    

    

"Roar!" Han Xiu roared in anger. A huge sword seal condensed. Spiritual Qi was rolling in the air as it rushed towards Han Feng.    

    

"Han Xiu has a lot of tricks up his sleeve. Almost all of them can kill warriors of the same realm in an instant. It's a pity that he met Han Feng." Han Meier muttered to herself, seemingly feeling sorry for Han Xiu.    

    

At this moment, Han Shenghu no longer had that kind of hatred towards Han Feng. When he faced Han Xiu, he had almost no strength to attack. He could only defend, but Han Feng was able to force Han Xiu to such an extent. This was enough to prove Han Feng's strength. No wonder Han Meier praised such a person.    

    

The combat strength of these two men was definitely comparable to a Spiritual Martial Stage Level Seven.    

    

In the past, everyone had only heard that powerful geniuses could jump ranks to fight, and their true combat strength was beyond their cultivation realm. Today, they had truly witnessed it!    

    

"Fourth kill!" Han Feng swung his sword once more. His Qi became even stronger, and his killing intent was boundless. No matter how many techniques he had, they would all be shattered by this sword strike.    

    

Swoosh!    

    

The huge sword mark was torn apart. The terrifying sword Qi even left a deep mark on the martial stage. Elder Han Xuan's eyes were filled with shock. He hated the fact that it had only been a short period of time. Otherwise, Han Feng would have been able to step into the Hongqiao Town alone in less than a year!    

    

Elder Han Xuan had also thought that Han Feng was a gifted genius. He was only one step away from breaking through to the Mid Spiritual Martial Stage in three months. If possible, he might be able to create a miracle in the next three months and reach the peak of the True Martial realm!    

    

Only at that level would he be able to do whatever he wanted in the Hongqiao Town. He might even have a place in the Tianfeng City.    

    

However, this was too unrealistic. Breaking through to the High Level of the Spiritual Martial Stage was too difficult. Elder Han Xuan had a deep understanding of it. Even Zhuo Feng would not be able to break through after spending several decades. No matter how talented Han Feng was, it was impossible for him to do it in a short period of time.    

    

On the fighting stage, sword Qi was everywhere. Although there were only two of them, it seemed like there were thousands of men and horses fighting. Everyone looked at the battle between the two of them with envy in their eyes.    

    

Han Meier and Han Shenghu sat at the side, feeling ashamed in their hearts. They were both geniuses, but they admitted that they were inferior to them.    

    

"Damn it!" The more Han Xiu fought, the more shocked he became. Initially, he thought that no one among the top ten geniuses could defeat him, but he never thought that he would be suppressed by Han Feng.    

    

"If I can't even defeat Han Feng, how can I compete with that man from the Qin family?"    

    

The genius from the Qin family wasn't any weaker than Han Xiu. In fact, he seemed to be the number one genius among the young generation of the Hongqiao Town.    

    

"Die!" Han Xiu roared. The endless gale caused his long hair to dance in the air. The sword intent was contained in the gale. His thought seemed to be able to make a river of blood flow.    

    

"Fifth kill!" Han Feng's aura rose once again. The Nine Killing Sword Technique killed one step at a time. No matter how strong the opponent was, he had to kill them all.    

    

"The sixth kill!" With another explosive cry, Han Feng took another step forward. In an instant, it was as if there was only a sword and a killing sword left in the world.    

    

"No matter how many kills you have, go to hell!" Han Xiu's face turned red, and all the spiritual energy in his body was ignited. He no longer had his usual arrogant look, but was tired of fighting back.    

    

The sword seals that filled the sky swept towards Han Feng, and the majestic spiritual energy forced everyone to involuntarily retreat.    

    

"Seventh kill!"    

    

A long sword dragged along a huge sword phantom. The person holding the sword seemed to look down on the world and was a peerless overlord!    

    

"The Eighth Killing Move!" The Han Feng's Sword rolled down and the sword seals that filled the sky turned into bubbles. The aura of a conqueror of the Devil Dao spread out, as if a peerless demon lord had descended to this place.    

    

"Feng has also cultivated the Devil Dao skill. How overbearing!" Han Pojun's heart trembled when he sensed the Qi from Han Feng's body. It was as if he was going to kneel down in fear.    

    

"Ninth kill!" Han Feng's voice seemed to have resounded through the heavens and earth. Demonic sounds rolled out, and the will of the sword was unleashed. In an instant, numerous sword lights appeared in front of Han Xiu, as if they could pierce through him at any time.    

    

The power of the Nine Killing Strikes was fully unleashed. The nine swords stacked on top of each other, killing in all directions. Han Xiu's attacks were all destroyed by the sword lights, causing dust to rise in all directions. It filled the air. Under the might of the nine swords, Han Xiu felt incomparably tiny. It was like a speck of dust that couldn't be resisted.    

    

Under such a terrifying sword light, Han Xiu's entire body was enveloped by it. It was as if endless sword intent had pierced through his body, making him feel as if he could die at any time.    

    

He had to admit that Han Feng's Sword Dao was stronger than his own.    

    

The Nine Killing Sword Technique was an extremely superior sword technique. Adding the fact that Han Feng had unleashed the Level Two Sword Dao, even Spiritual Martial Stage Level Seven warriors would find it hard to defend against it.    

    

Han Xiu could feel the sword Qi whistling past his ears. He no longer had the courage to resist. It wasn't because he was weak, but because his opponent was too strong.    

    

After the sword light continued for several breaths, everyone's eyes finally froze. Someone sighed.    

    

"It's over!"