Eighteen huge battle platforms are suspended in the air.
The battle platform is very huge, the battle platform is black, it seems to be cast from a strange metal, there are many runes on it, full of thick feeling, as if it is indestructible.
"Rules for the second round. First, I will break up the eighteen factions and spread them across eighteen battle platforms, with sixteen people in each battle platform!"
"These sixteen people will fight against each other in turn. Each of them will fight against the other fifteen people. In the end, the four people with the best results in each battle stage will advance!"
"Those who have advanced will get 100 points each, and those who have not advanced will have no points!"
"In the end, there will be seventy-two people who will advance to the eighteen battle stages. These seventy-two people will fight in pairs. In the end, the strongest nine people will be determined. These nine people will fight in turn. , decide the specific ranking!"
The leader of Tianhong continued to announce.
No one is surprised, they have known this rule for a long time.
This is the most classic arena battle rule, and it is also the fairest.
Many power competitions will adopt this rule.
Lu Ming has seen many such rules along the way.
And after the Vietnam War, the points gained are getting more and more.
Advance to the 72nd place, each with 100 points.
Then play against each other in twos, advance to the 36th place, and get 200 points each.
Thirty-six will enter the eighteenth place, and each person will get 300 points.
Eighteen into nine, each person can get 500 points.
For a faction, the more people rush to the back, the more points it will get.
Once you become the top three, there will be additional rewards, so a top talent will get amazing points along the way.
"Now, I will roll the roll and assign your battle platforms, the first battle platform, Wuhan University, Yao Lin..."
"Platform No. 2..."
"Platform No. 3, Muyun..."
... ... .
The leader of Tianhong read out a series of names and assigned everyone to eighteen battle platforms.
Those who read the name went to the corresponding battle platform, and Lu Ming was assigned to the third battle platform.
Soon, the allocation is complete.
Lu Ming glanced at it, and he knew it in his heart.
Eighteen strengths, each with sixteen people, are assigned to eighteen battle platforms, with almost no duplication.
There is only one person of the same faction in a battle arena. This is also for the sake of fairness, so that everyone who competes can go all out.
Swish Swish Swish!
The figure flickered, and a figure appeared on every battle platform.
These are the elders from various forces to act as referees.
The person on the third battle platform was a middle-aged man with green hair.
"My name is Liu Feichuan, and I'm the referee on stage 3. Next, I will arrange for your duel. In this duel, there is only winner and loser, not life and death. So if you feel that you are invincible, you'd better admit defeat as soon as possible. Admit defeat, be killed or wounded, take responsibility yourself, understand?"
Liu Fei wore it and drank a lot.
"Understood!" Lu Ming and others replied,
"Alright, the first round, Mu Yun, Zong Fei, come up!"
Liu Feichuan gave a light drink.
"The first one, is it my turn?"
Lu Ming was slightly taken aback, but it didn't matter.
Anyway, to fight against the other 15 people, morning and night, it's the same.
He stepped out and landed on the battle platform.
On the other side, a burly young man named Zong Fei also landed on the battle platform.
Zong Fei glanced at Lu Ming, and there was a hint of contempt at the corner of his mouth.
"The fifth level of the gods? I advise you to admit defeat, lest you seek abuse!"
Zong Fei smiled easily, and a powerful aura filled his body.
Shenjun is the sixth level, one level higher than Lu Ming.
Although, in this world, there is no lack of Tianjiao who can leapfrog to fight, but he is a Tianjiao himself, even if Lu Ming can leapfrog World War II, he cannot surpass him.
Therefore, when he saw that Lu Ming only had the fifth level of the Shenjun, he was very relaxed.
"This sentence is what I want to give you. I feel that if I admit defeat, I will get hurt in the face and affect the rest of the game!"
Lu Ming said.
"Hehe, your mouth is quite tough. I don't know if your strength is so tough. Let's see!"
Zong Fei shouted loudly, stepped on the battle platform, and amidst the roar of the battle platform, his burly body rushed towards Lu Ming, punching Lu Ming with a punch.
"Fengshen legs!"
With a thought, Lu Ming kicked it out.
In the soles of his feet, at least dozens of leg-like secret techniques were fused. Once activated, it swept towards Zong Fei like a whirlwind, with an astonishingly fast speed.
Last come first!
bump!
Lu Ming kicked Zong Fei in the face. Zong Fei screamed and flew back faster than he could. He flew out of the battle platform and fell towards the square below, landing heavily on the ground. On the ground, vomiting blood.
Senseless!
Zong Fei was completely dazed, his head buzzed non-stop, and his eyes turned white.
"Forehead!"
The people on the third battle platform, and some people who noticed this side, were also a little dazed. Unexpectedly, the two decided the winner in an instant.
Moreover, the person with the fifth level of the gods won.
"Um!"
Head Wang nodded. He was not surprised that Lu Ming won.
As for Zong Fei's sect, some masters snorted coldly and glanced at Lu Ming a few more times, feeling a little annoyed.
Tianjiao, who is also on the third battle platform, couldn't help but looked at Lu Ming a few times.
Some people have solemn eyes, some people have indifferent expressions, and some people disdain...
On other battle stages, there are also a few people paying attention to this side.
Such as Han Feng, Qi Ping and others.
They hated Lu Ming very much. On their side, it was not their turn to fight yet. They found out that Lu Ming was playing on stage 3, so they naturally looked over here, wanting to see how Lu Ming was suppressed.
Never expected that Lu Ming would defeat his opponent with one move.
"With some strength, it's no wonder that you are so arrogant, but it's just that, after all, it's only the fifth level of the gods..."
Han Feng snorted coldly in his heart.
He was even more upset when he didn't see Lu Ming being abused.
Qi Ping felt the same way.
"On the third battle platform, how many people are very strong, let's see how long this kid can be proud!"
Qi Ping thought coldly.
"Mu Yun wins!"
Liu Feichuan also looked at Lu Ming a few more times, and announced Lu Ming's victory.
Lu Ming withdrew from the battle stage, and Liu Feichuan announced the duel of the next group.
The game continues.
There was only one person on stage three, which caught Lu Ming's attention.
Because this person's cultivation base is stronger, he has reached the quasi-emperor level, he is a proud man from a powerful race, and he is a foreign aid invited by a force.
He solved his opponent with a very easy move.
As for the rest, Kunou, the supreme genius, did not arouse Lu Ming's interest.
Soon, eighteen people and nine groups of competitions were over.
"Muyun, charge, come on stage and fight!"
Liu Feichuan called Lu Ming's name again.
Lu Ming stepped onto the stage, and at the same time, another young man also stepped onto the stage.
This is a young man wearing wings. As soon as he came to the stage, his body suddenly grew bigger and changed into his original shape. He was a giant bird.
No, it should be the original divine body.