Chapter 82: Ranking The next day, in a canyon outside Wuhun City. Because the arena was damaged by Qin Ming, the venue for subsequent competitions was temporarily changed to outside the city. Countless people arrived here early in the morning, trying to occupy a position with a wide view so as to watch the subsequent games. At this time, Hu Yanzhuo, who was wrapped in bandages like a mummy, and his father, Hu Yanzhen, the leader of the Xiangjia Sect, also came here. Accompanied by other disciples of the Xiangjia Sect, Hu Yanzhuo and his companion found an open space and sat down. After sitting down, Hu Yanzhuo couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the huge crowds of people around him. "Dad, it still feels unreal when I think about it now. That Qin Ming actually defeated me with just one palm. And there were so many people watching at the time, I was completely embarrassed..." Hearing this, Hu Yanzhen stroked his chin and added. “It’s not just that!

His Highness Qin Ming's palm not only seriously injured you. The arena that could withstand the Soul Emperor's attacks was also shattered. Judging from this destructive power, I feel that even if you reach the Soul Emperor level, you are probably no match for His Majesty Qin Ming." Upon hearing this, Hu Yanzhuo's face darkened. "Dad, please give me some face! There are other people around." "Saving you face?" Hu Yanzhen snorted softly. "I told you at the time that you were no match for His Highness Qin Ming, and I asked you to admit defeat. You insisted on having a fight with His Highness, do you know how shameful it is now?" Hearing Hu Yanzhen say this, Hu Yanzhuo muttered softly. "What do you mean you knew at that time that I was no match for Qin Ming? How could you have such foresight? It was you who wanted to join the Spirit Hall, but you asked me to give Qin Ming some slack in order to give the Spirit Hall a good reputation... We haven't even discussed the matter of joining the alliance yet, and you're already calling me Your Highness... Woo——" Before Hu Yanzhuo could finish his words, Hu Yanzhen stuffed a piece of dried meat into his mouth in an unpleasant manner. "Shut up, you." After being interrupted by Hu Yanzhen, Hu Yanzhuo said nothing more and just silently chewed the dried meat in his mouth. Just then, cheers came from the crowd in the distance.

Seeing this, Huyan Zhen stood up and said. "Look over there, little brat. His Highness Qin Ming seems to be coming over here." Hu Yanzhuo looked up. At this time, Qin Ming and several other contestants were already following the Spirit Hall deacon and walking towards the center of the venue... When Qin Ming walked by, the entire stadium became boiling. Douluo Continent is a world that advocates the use of force. Qin Ming's performance yesterday has conquered this group of young and passionate soul masters. "Qin Ming! It's Qin Ming!" Countless young soul masters cheered. "His Highness Qin Ming is too strong!" "His Highness Qin Ming pinned Hu Yanzhuo down and humiliated him! His Highness Qin Ming is the strongest soul master in history!" After hearing this, Hu Yanzhuo became a little withdrawn. He knew in his heart that the news that Qin Ming defeated him with one palm and destroyed the entire arena would soon spread across the continent. As a record-worthy achievement on Qin Ming's road to achieving the title, he will be firmly nailed to the pillar of shame. After seeing Hu Yanzhuo's expression, Hu Yanzhen spoke to comfort him. "Don't think too much, kid. His Highness Qin Ming will definitely become the youngest Titled Douluo in history in the future! His future achievements are beyond your and my imagination. Who knows, you may be proud of this achievement in the future. " As he spoke, Huyan Zhen patted Huyan Zhuo on the shoulder. "hiss-- Dad, you are pressing on my wound!" Hearing Hu Yanzhuo say this, Hu Yanzhen coughed lightly and put his hands behind his back. He turned around, stood with his hands behind his back, and no longer looked at his son's expression. Seeing this, the corners of Hu Yanzhuo's mouth twitched, but after hearing what Hu Yanzhen said, he adjusted his mentality. After a self-deprecating laugh, Hu Yanzhuo looked at Qin Ming in the field. At this time, the top four contestants of this genius battle have gathered on the field. Except for Qin Ming, the other three were all from Haotian Sect. Two of them were core disciples of Haotian Sect, and the other was Bai Yu from the Min clan. Looking at the people in the field. Hu Yanzhuo muttered to himself. “Those guys from Haotian Sect have higher soul power levels than me. If they were all defeated by Qin Ming.

The battle I lost before was not so eye-catching. It would be best if Qin Ming also used that palm strike today to defeat the people of Haotian Sect..." Just as Hu Yanzhuo was daydreaming, changes occurred again on the scene. Bai Yu took the initiative to step forward and said to Sarath. “Bishop Sarath, I choose to withdraw. I will consider today's match as my loss." As soon as Bai Yu finished speaking, two other disciples of the Haotian Sect also stood up. As if they had agreed on it, they repeated what Bai Yu had just said... Seeing this scene, all the spectators who had come out early in the morning to reserve seats and arrived at the stadium early were all furious. "Before the battle, Soul King is already afraid and is willing to admit defeat to Soul Sect? Why are you still calling yourself the Haotian Sect? You might as well change your name to the Haozi Sect!" "You think you're the best sect in the world? You're worthless!" Listening to the noise all around him, Hu Yanzhuo felt like he was about to break apart again. "How could you do this? You guys are not allowed to play like this..." At this time, in the center of the stadium. Qin Ming looked at the Haotian Sect disciples who admitted defeat with a calm expression. Qin Ming had anticipated the current situation after his last move. Seeing this, Sarath came forward. After glancing at Bai Yu and the other three, Sarath spoke softly. “Since you have all chosen to withdraw, then His Highness Qin Ming will become the champion of this genius competition. This time, the list of geniuses set by my Spirit Hall will also remove the three of you from the list. Later on, Hu Yanzhuo, Yu Wenxuan and others will take your place and be ranked in the top five of the Tianjiao List!" Hearing this, Bai Yu said with a somewhat unhappy look on his face. "Why?" "Just because I'm the Platinum Bishop of the Spirit Hall, and just because this list was published by my Spirit Hall." After glancing at Bai Yu and the other two, Sarath continued. “The fact that you have chosen to withdraw from the competition will also be announced when the list is released. If the public reaction is huge, we in the Spirit Hall might add the three of you back..." "you!"

Looking at Sarath in front of them, Bai Yu and others dared not speak out. Seeing this, Sarath snorted coldly. Then he ignored Bai Yu and the others. Sarath walked up to Qin Ming and announced loudly. "The Young Soul Master Competition under 30 years old has come to an end. Qin Ming from the Spirit Hall has won the championship of this competition." After Sarath's voice spread. Cheers rang out again in the valley. "Qin Ming!" "Qin Ming!" Many young spirit masters shouted this name, and their voices gradually merged into one. Echoing throughout the entire canyon. After a long while, everyone's emotions finally calmed down. When everyone was ready to leave, Qianxunji unfolded his martial spirit and rose into the air. The warm golden light spread out in all directions. “Everyone, slow down. I declare this as the Pope of Spirit Hall. This genius competition has come to an end, and the battle to re-rank the seven major sects in the world has officially begun." As he spoke, Qianxunji looked at Tang Xu, Yu Yuanzhen and others in the crowd and said. "All the sect leaders who are interested in competing for the ranking of the seven major sects can come out now..." (End of this chapter)