Chapter 003

At eight o'clock in the morning, all members of the Han family gathered in the Martial Arts Field. The Han family's clan meeting is an annual meeting for the younger generation to compete and learn from each other. Teenagers between the ages of twelve and eighteen can participate.

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

The clan meeting is divided into two games every year. The first game is an election contest, where the younger generation in the Han family compete to select the top ten; The young disciples who went to study at Liuyunzong competed together.

The election competition will be held today, and the ranking competition will be held ten days later!

"Xiaoyu!" Among the crowd, a tall, beautiful girl with a pretty face pushed aside the crowd and walked towards Han Yu. The others were very surprised. Han Shuang was a leader of the younger generation of the family. He was usually arrogant and indifferent, but he seemed to be a different person to Han Yu.

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

Han Shuang came close to Han Yu's ear and whispered: "Xiaoyu, I have already greeted Han Kang and Han Lin, if they meet you, they will let you!"

Although Han Shuang's words looked down on Han Yu, Han Yu was very moved. Now the younger generation of the Han family, apart from his cousin Han Yi who is studying at Liuyunzong, Han Shuang treats him the best.

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

Han Shuang nodded. She liked Han Yu's character of not admitting defeat very much, but secretly sighed in her heart. At this time, Han Yu could not solve the problem by not admitting defeat.

"Yo ho, did I hear you right, the trash still wants to be number one? You should be number one from the bottom!" A short, fat boy with a pink complexion came over. This man's name is Han Kun, and he is the grandson of Han Qingyun. He is arrogant and domineering in the Han family, and few people dare to provoke him.

Han Yu glanced at Han Kun coldly, but 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 you will be beaten by me and kneel down and beg for mercy. You have enough time now Think about it, how can you beg me!"

After Han Kun finished speaking, he turned and left. He wanted to hit Han Yu a little more, but with Han Shuang around, he didn't dare to go too far.

Han Yu looked at Han Kun's back, and the coldness in his eyes became stronger!

Han Qingyun stood on the high platform and said some inspiring words first, then explained the rules of the competition according to the script, and finally Han Zhan announced the start of the competition.

The forty people who participated in this clan meeting went to the front to draw lots. Han Yu was drawn to the No. 7 ring in the first round, and stepped onto the ring directly.

"Haha, what's the matter, my brother's prophecy has come true, you met me!" A short, fat, pink-faced boy stepped onto the seventh ring, whoever it was, if it wasn't Han Kun.

This competition was obviously done on purpose. Han Kun's father wanted to succeed Han Zhan as the next patriarch of the Han family. It would be perfect for Han Kun to defeat Han Yu.

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

"Have you thought about how to beg for mercy? Wait a minute, if you say something bad, I won't give up easily!" Han Kun's eyes flashed a ruthless look.

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

"I'll return this sentence to you!" Han Yu's expression darkened.

"Ignorant waste, you're still stubborn when you're about to die!"

As soon as the referee started, Han Kun raised his leg and rushed over.

"Flame Fist!"

Han Kun shouted loudly and swung his right fist. People saw that a strange flame was burning on his fist, so that the surrounding temperature soared rapidly.

"Although the Flame Fist is only a first-level martial skill, it is known for its domineering. Generally, it is only at the sixth level of Yuanwu that you can achieve great success. Unexpectedly, Han Kun, who is at the fifth level of Yuanwu, has already achieved great success. His aptitude is among the juniors in the family. It counts.”

Not only ordinary people are paying attention to the battle situation here, but Han Zhan and the Seven Great Elders are all looking at this side nervously, before Han Kun made his move, Han Qingye, the elder of Martial Arts Pavilion, praised him.

"The power of Kun'er's fist is hard to resist even a person at the sixth level of Yuanwu." Han Qingyun laughed, his face very proud. Han Yu would never be able to resist Han Kun's punch, and Han Zhan's patriarchal position was at his fingertips!

"Trash, it's useless for you to beg for mercy!"

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

"Haha, this trash is scary, but it's too late. Brother Kun makes a move, and there is absolutely no possibility of taking it back, even if he knelt down and begged for mercy." One of Han Kun's followers laughed.

Han Yu's body was as still as a mountain, he shook his hands into a fist, and then punched out.

"Brother Kun's fist is as powerful as a master of the sixth level of Yuanwu, and the flame has terrifying destructive power. He even wants to fight head-to-head. He is not only useless, but also an idiot!" Han Kun said. A follower was sarcastic, but just as he finished speaking, the smile on his face froze instantly.

With a loud bang, 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 actually knocked Han Kun into the air with one punch, what a power it is! Of course, Han Yu didn't use his vitality for this punch. If he used his vitality, the effect would be even more astonishing.

"Shua!"

Before Han Kun came back to his senses, Han Yu took a step forward and rushed out. Just as Han Kun stood up staggeringly, Han Yu had already rushed forward, and the strong wind driven by his fist made Han Kun's pupils shrink. Panicked, he quickly raised his hands to block.

"boom!"

Han Yu's fist hit Han Kun's arm like a sledgehammer, and Han Kun retreated a few steps and sat down on the ground. Taking advantage of the victory, Han Yu pursued, turned his body, and chopped down with a whip leg, which hit Han Kun's chest. Han Kun felt a tightness in his heart, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Everyone was dumbfounded. The elders on the high platform had already come to the edge of the platform, wishing they could stretch their necks out to the giraffe. Han Qingyun's face turned blue and white, and at the same time, he was terrified in his heart. How could Han Yu have such terrifying power?

"Have you figured out how to beg for mercy?" Han Yu looked at Han Kun coldly.

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

"I think……"

Before the word "lose" could be said, Han Yu stepped on Han Kun's mouth, and with a little force, he heard the sound of teeth collapsing.

"Woo woo woo..."

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

"Stop!" Han Qingyun was shocked.

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