Quick Wear: The Pure Beauty Becomes the Boss's Favorite

The warm spring sun shines on the arena.

The twenty contestants who successfully entered the finals of the Eight Clans Trial Competition sat in the stands, looking expectantly at their opponents presented on the light screen.

Now it’s the top 20 into the top 10.

Only by defeating their opponents can they advance.

But Han Yun does not need to participate in the competition, so among the 19 contestants waiting to compete, there will be one lucky one who will enter the top ten directly, and it all depends on one's luck.

Everyone looked at the light screen in front of them with anticipation.

Yan Hao also turned his gaze to the light curtain to check the opponent he was about to face, but he saw that there was no opponent behind his name.

"What's going on? Am I a bye?"

"Wait, I'm the lucky one who can be promoted to the top ten directly without fighting."

Yan Yun, who led the team to the competition, looked at the blank space behind the silly third brother on the screen, and couldn't help but sigh that the silly younger brother really has good luck.

He made it into the top ten without playing a single game.

This feeling of winning without any effort is much better than when he made it into the top ten from the preliminary round.

Fortunately, he is over 30 years old, otherwise the unscrupulous brother would definitely force him to participate in the competition and would not be able to see him enjoying a happy life with the beautiful woman.

Han Yun glanced at the words on the screen and said, "You are lucky, but you won't be so lucky next time. It's time for you to go on stage and compete."

He hoped Yan Hao could actually practice it.

Only actual combat can improve Yan Hao's cultivation. The opponent's cultivation is still improving too slowly. He suspects that this guy is not trying his best.

Yan Hao cheered a little in his heart.

Yay! He can stick with Han Yun for a little longer! Who wants to fight with those guys?

But after hearing Han Yun's next words, he felt a headache again. He quietly looked away and rubbed the corner of his clothes repeatedly in anger.

His boyfriend is good in every way except that he always likes to force him to practice and never gives him a chance to lie down, which makes him quite distressed.

Why must he practice? It is enough for him to have Han Yun.

Han Jun watched two games with Yan Hao, and then dragged Yan Hao back to practice.

He wanted Yan Hao to break through to the emperor level as soon as possible.

Yan Hao hugged Han Jun's arm with tears in his eyes, his face full of unhappiness.

"Han Yun, the day after tomorrow will be the Ten Powers Competition, so I don't need to continue practicing."

"No, it's better to sharpen your sword before the battle." Han Jun coldly dragged away Yan Hao who refused to go back, and brought another thick magic skill book.

Yan Hao: "Second brother, help!"

He slipped to the door and planned to look for Yan Yun, but was pulled back by Han Jun with a cold face.

"Don't run. Stay here obediently."

Hearing the words he often said when asking for a kiss, Yan Hao covered his mouth tightly, feeling that he had shot himself in the foot.

Please, some deity, come and save the child!

****

Two days later.

Yan Hao returned to the competition field again and stared at the light screen in front of him with shining eyes.

Come find an opponent! He doesn't want to practice anymore!

As he looked expectantly, five pairs of competitors appeared on the light screen in front of him.

Han Jun from the Snow Demon tribe vs. Sylvia from the Elf tribe.

Yan Hao of the Undead Clan vs. Oriel of the Giant Clan.

When Yan Hao saw his name, he turned around and looked at the big guy who was the leader of the giants.

Oh my god! This guy is so strong!

Han Jun raised his eyes and glanced at the elf princess Sylvia. There was a chill in his silver eyes, which made Sylvia feel cold in her heart.

Sylvia's throat was dry and her fingers clenched.

What kind of damn luck do I have? I was matched with Han Yun by chance! ! Could it be that I will be eliminated in the top ten of this competition today?

The worst thing is that it was her first game.

The female referee from the elf tribe spread her wings and flew to the center of the arena. She picked up the microphone and said loudly: "The top ten to five finals have officially begun. Now is the first match of the system matching."

"Please invite Sylvia and Hanjun to the stage."

Sylvia stood up at the referee's call and walked straight to the arena below.

Han Jun leaped up and landed on the arena.

The female referee flew to the periphery of the venue, waved her slender hand, held the microphone and said loudly: "The game will end when the contestant voluntarily admits defeat or loses the ability to fight."

“Now, the game begins!!!”

Sylvia held the summoning staff tightly and chanted softly: "Great Elf Goddess, I call upon my companions in the name of the summoner."

"Jade snake, listen to my call and come here!"

Han Jun did not take the opportunity to interrupt her summoning directly, but allowed the other party to complete the summoning.

After all, he had promised his father that he would not let the elves, the organizers of this competition, lose too badly, and he had to leave some opportunities for his opponents to perform.

But his kindness ended there.

Just as Sylvia summoned the jade snake, the snowflakes condensed on Han Yun's fingertips glanced forward and instantly froze the jade snake that had just landed.

The huge jade snake turned into an ice sculpture in seconds.

Sylvia's expression was slightly stagnant, "..."

No way! I just summoned the Jade Snake and it hasn't had time to attack yet!

Han Jun took back the snowflake and took the first step toward the arena. However, this step was so fast that the spectators could not catch a glimpse of his figure at all. When they saw it clearly, they were dumbfounded.

With Han Yun as the center of the circle, everything turned into ice and frost.

Facing Han Junweiya, Silvia knelt on one knee without any resistance, and the summoning staff in her hand fell to the ice with a bang.

She used all her strength to resist the pressure, but was still unable to straighten her back.

Kneeling on one knee turned into prostrating oneself.

Two breaths later, Sylvia fainted.

Han Jun didn't even draw his sword, he just used Wia to make the elven princess faint.

The female referee opened her mouth in shock.

She stared blankly at Han Yun standing in the field, her hair standing on end, and she felt a bone-chilling feeling as if she was completely blocked by ice and snow blowing in her face.

This contestant's cultivation was too strong! She was clearly not in that frost area, but she still felt the cold pressure.

She raised her eyes and looked at the light curtain that appeared again.

The level information of both parties given on the light screen was clearly presented in front of everyone.

[Han Jun: Imperial Grade 9th Rank Ice Assassin]

[Silvia: Royal Grade 4 Light Summoner]

The female referee twisted her neck with an incredulous look on her face as she looked at the young man in white on the arena.

"I declare the first match, Han Yun the winner."

She has hosted so many matches, but this one is the one with the biggest disparity in strength she has ever seen. The difference between the two sides is as much as fourteen levels!

The audience in the stadium stared in amazement at Han Yun who was unfrozen and returned to the stands.

Oh my goodness! An imperial ninth-level assassin!

No matter who it is, once they face Han Jun, they will be suppressed by him and unable to stand up, let alone use magic to defeat Han Jun.

After being unsealed by Han Jun, the jade snake quickly rushed back to Sylvia's summoning space. It didn't want to confront Han Jun again, for fear that it would turn into an ice sculpture again.

Sylvia was also taken away by the Chinese medicine practitioner.

The Snow Demon Clan elder silently covered his face, not wanting to accept the Elf King's fierce look again.

What are you looking at? I didn't hit your daughter!

After glaring at the leader of the Snow Demon Clan, the Elf King turned to look at Han Jun who had returned to the stands.

This snow monster is growing too fast.

He and Han Mo are also old acquaintances, but the other party was not as fast as Han Jun in cultivation back then.

Han Mo grew into a powerful Venerable-level warrior when he was in his thirties. This speed of cultivation was extremely fast in the entire continent, but Han Mo's son was even faster than him.

Within thirty years, Han Yun will definitely be promoted to the rank of Venerable.

Having reached this conclusion, the Elf King withdrew his gaze and stopped staring at Han Yun.

It was just a game, he wouldn't be stupid enough.

Rather than offending a future powerful master, it is better to find a way to make friends with him.

Within ten years, Han Yun will become the master of Hanyin Mountain.

The other seven top ten contestants except Yan Hao looked at Han Jun in disbelief.

Han Jun is actually at the ninth level of the Emperor Class!

This guy is even more talented than Jin Chuan, the emperor-level warrior who appeared more than a thousand years ago.

A 21-year-old emperor-level assassin, unprecedented!

It seems that they will miss the championship this time and can only compete for the runner-up position.

If you can't get first place, you can always get second place!

They gathered themselves together and looked with confidence at the female referee who flew to the center of the arena.

"Now we are going to have the second match of the top ten to five finals. The two contestants are Yan Hao and O'Leary. Please invite the two contestants to the stage."

Yan Hao left the stands and walked onto the competition stage.

O'Lear jumped directly onto the arena. He was extremely strong with broad shoulders and a big waist, like a sturdy bull, exuding a rough and burly charm.

Both sides have the cultivation level of ninth level king.

Yan Yun, who was sitting in the stands, clicked his tongue and stared at his silly brother with pity.

"Third brother, you have finally met a strong enemy."

Yan Hao raised his eyebrows, grasped the dark staff, and began to use the newly learned magic skills.

Sharp black bone spurs instantly shot out from the ground.

Seeing this, the female referee quickly hid under the stage to avoid being affected by their fight.

The contestants this year are too fierce, she has to hide from them.

Olier raised his foot and stepped on the black bone spurs, crushing them all with brute force.

"They can't defeat me!"

Yan Hao chuckled, "Then try this."

He held his staff in front of him, and unconscious undead spirits were gathered together, and the undead army pounced on Oriel with their fangs and claws.

An undead storm gradually formed with him as the center.

The tornado filled with dark aura headed straight towards Oriel under Yan Hao's control.

Olier punched the undead army, but it seemed like there were endless undead that kept rushing towards him, and the tornado swept him off the stage into the storm.

He smashed into the tornado again, using his tenacity to tear open the storm space that trapped him.

"I hate you magicians the most."

"If you want to fight, just fight. Why do you always do these fancy things? Fighting makes me feel upset."

Yan Hao released a dark blade of light to block O'Neill's forward momentum.

Black wings of death lifted him into the air.

He waved his staff, and the wall of undead formed by the undead army smashed directly towards Oriel.

O'Learn's calves sank directly into the stage.

He tried his best to resist the wall of the undead, but the wall, which was heavy enough to crush him into a pancake, was still descending, causing the giant warrior to continue to be trapped.

Yan Hao once again mobilized his magical power and condensed a dark light spear to shoot at Oriel.

The spear of light pierced straight into O'Neill's chest.

Oriel was nailed to the spot by the wall of the dead and had no time to dodge before he was hit by the spear of light, and his strong body smashed into the ground of the arena.

The female referee quietly poked her head out.

She flapped her cyan wings and walked forward to check. After confirming that O'Neill had fainted, she raised the microphone and announced the final result of the game.

"I declare the second match to be won by Yan Hao."

Upon hearing this, Yan Hao happily put away his staff, canceled all his magic skills, and happily ran to Han Yun to show off his skills.

"Hanjun, look, I won too~"

Han Jun patted Yan Hao's head, and a gentle light flashed in his silver eyes.

"Well done, keep it up."