Fortunately, there were not many people who admitted defeat, only a few, and it did not affect the normal progress of the competition.
The fights went on one after another. Xu Chunniang and Liu Yujia won one match each, and the score became three points, remaining tied.
Many people who originally did not pay attention to the tenth group began to pay attention to the confrontation between the two.
There are not many situations where the score is very close like this.
"There is no suspense in the first group, Ning Ke'er is ahead of the other three. In the second group, Song Wen'an and Tang Tang both scored three points, but Senior Brother Song is definitely not as good as Senior Brother Tang, so there is no suspense either. The situation in the other groups is similar, and we can basically see who will advance to the top ten. Not to mention the third, fourth, and sixth groups."
"Xu Chunniang and Liu Yujia have both won three games. In the duel between the two, one of them will successfully advance to the top ten. I am really looking forward to the battle between the two."
One person frowned, complaining that the competition was not exciting enough.
"I feel that the rules set by the sect are not very reasonable. I want to see the duel between Senior Sister Lan Wei and Senior Brother Xia Changge, not them unilaterally crushing others. The top ten disciples should be arranged to continue the duel, so that everyone can know who is the number one in the outer sect."
Someone nearby sneered and retorted, "The sect holds the outer sect competition to select talents, not to determine who is superior or inferior. I heard that the inner sect competition seems to have such a showdown between strong men. If you want to see it, wouldn't you build a foundation first?"
"You! I'm just talking. Is it that easy to build a foundation? Even if Senior Sister Lan Wei can obtain the foundation-building pill this time, it's not 100% certain that she can build a foundation."
"Oh! I was just saying that."
The man was so angry that he turned around to look at the duel on the stage, just in time to see Ning K'er defeat her opponent and become the first person to advance into the top ten.
"Group 2, No. 4 Song Wen'an versus No. 4 Tang Tang."
Following a light shout from the foundation-building cultivator, two figures walked onto the stage one after the other.
Tang Tang had a head full of black hair and a ruddy complexion, which formed a sharp contrast with Song Wen'an, who had a head full of white hair and a face full of wrinkles.
He shook his head with some sympathy, "Brother Song, you are someone I admire very much. Seeing how hard it was for you to win the first three games, I really don't want to fight you in the arena. You are old, you should enjoy your old age, why bother to fight for your life here."
Song Wen'an was very calm, "I am already in my twilight years. I earn a day's profit every day I live. It doesn't matter if I die on the road to building my foundation."
Tang Tang closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his expression was calm. "Since this is Senior Brother Song's choice, I will not show mercy."
Although he admired Song Wen'an as a person, since it was related to the important matter of building the foundation, he would never hold back in the fight.
As the fight officially began, Tang Tang said no more, took out his spiritual weapon, the flying sickle, and attacked the opponent.
Song Wen'an calmly threw down the formation flag, kept moving, and controlled the formation to avoid Tang Tang's attack.
As a top-grade spiritual weapon, the flying sickle has extremely strong offensive and destructive power, and it constantly destroys the newly arranged formations.
Song Wen'an set up the formation very quickly, but no matter how fast the formation was, it could not keep up with the speed of the flying sickle.
The flying sickle soared into the sky and cut his left arm hard, spilling a lot of blood.
Song Wen'an's left arm trembled slightly, but he ignored it and just controlled the formation to dodge.
Soon, he was stabbed twice in the right arm, and blood stained his sleeves red.
When the disciples outside the venue saw this scene, they couldn't help but feel worried for Song Wen'an.
"If this continues, Senior Brother Song will have no way out. Although he is good at formations, Senior Brother Tang has a flying sickle in his hand, and no formation can be broken."
"Senior Brother Song always has bad luck in every competition. Just like this time, if he had met a weaker opponent, he might have won. But Senior Brother Tang is not weak."
"This is his sixth time participating in the competition, and perhaps his last. Senior Brother Song is really working hard, ah."
In the fighting arena, the game became more and more brutal.
Tang Tang controlled the flying sickle like an experienced hunter. No matter how Song Wen'an hid, he could always find his hiding place.
Song Wen'an was covered in blood, with wounds everywhere from being cut by the flying sickle, and there were even two bloody marks on his face.
But he remained calm and persisted, as if he could not see how big the gap was between himself and Tang Tang.
The foundation-building monks in charge of this competition could not help but be moved. It is easy to say that one should put life and death aside, but in fact, how many people can really do it
But the ending has already been determined, and even if you sacrifice your life, you can't change it.
He sighed inwardly and developed respect for this white-haired Qigong practitioner.
But at this moment, the scene changed. In full view of everyone, Song Wen'an disappeared.
Everyone is familiar with this scene.
As a formation practitioner, Song Wen'an is proficient in various formations. At the moment, he is just using a concealing formation to hide his own body.
Doing this can at most delay time but won't change anything.
Tang Tang was very cautious. After Song Wen'an disappeared, he did not act rashly. Instead, he used magic to explore the way first, and then drove the flying sickle towards the formation.
The flying sickle split the formation in just two strikes, destroying the concealed formation.
After the concealing formation was destroyed, Song Wen'an's blood-stained figure could no longer be hidden, and his whereabouts were revealed.
Tang Tang controlled the flying sickle without hesitation and continued to kill him.
Looking at Tang Tang on the field, who was inexplicably attacking the air, everyone couldn't help but widen their eyes.
"What's going on? What is Senior Brother Tang doing? Are you looking for the center of the formation?"
"Senior Brother Song has studied the formation for decades, how can it be so easy for him to find the center of the formation? Didn't you see that Senior Brother Tang relied on brute force to break the formation before? I guess Senior Brother Tang is looking for the base of the formation."
However, half a quarter of an hour passed, and Tang Tang was still like a headless fly, driving the flying sickle to attack erratically, seemingly without any plan.
Everyone was confused and didn't know what Senior Brother Tang's intention was.
Tang Tang on the ring controlled the flying sickle and chopped it fiercely towards Song Wen'an's neck.
Since Senior Brother Song is unwilling to admit defeat, we can only fight to the death.
Seeing Fei Yan cut off Senior Brother Song's head and a large amount of blood spilled, Tang Tang finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He finally won the fight.
I'm so tired.
Tang Tang suddenly felt weak, as if his life was rapidly slipping away.
But, how is that possible
Song Wen'an was no match for him at all. He was suppressed the whole time and couldn't hurt himself at all.
Tang Tang lowered his head as if noticing something, and discovered that a flying sword had pierced his chest at some point, leaving a large hole from which blood was oozing out.
He couldn't help but widen his eyes. This must be an illusion, otherwise why didn't he feel any pain at all
Tang Tang fell on the ring, and when he died, there was a look of disbelief on his face.