On the high platform, Shi Hailong smiled and nodded gently, and several old men next to him also nodded secretly.
Some things cannot be seen from the surface until they reach a certain level.
Shi Hailong chuckled and said: "Of these two people, one has the courage to dare to gamble, the other knows how to advance and retreat, and does not deliberately pursue victory. There are so many geniuses. In fact, this is why they can stand out from the crowd."
An old man next to him nodded and said: "It's hard to tell the difference between the two in terms of skills. Xiao Chen's sword skills and Jiang Zimo's palm skills, neither one can do anything to the other."
"If you want to win, you can only go beyond fighting with skills, truly use strategy, and tilt the balance of the battle in your favor according to your own characteristics."
Another person said: "Jiang Zimo's characteristic is his unremitting fighting power, so he should try to delay the battle and wait until the opponent's vitality weakens before he can really decide the outcome with a heavy move."
"Xiao Chen's characteristics are that he is physically strong and his energy is explosive, but wearing it down consumes too much energy. Therefore, in a situation where both sides are hurt, Jiang Zimo is forced to decide the outcome with one move, even if he is seriously injured."
Shi Hailong chuckled and said: "Both of them are talents. We are really looking forward to it at the Ancient Tower. How far these people can go may surprise us."
The simple battle, explained by a group of martial emperor-level masters on the stage, left everyone in the underground speechless.
Unexpectedly, there are so many ways to do this seemingly ordinary move. Each one of them thought deeply and understood it secretly.
Xiao Chen dispersed the Qinglong Qi in his left hand, looked at Jiang Zimo who retreated to the edge of the ring and said, "You can actually take a gamble. After I am seriously injured, my body will be weak, and I may not be able to defeat you."
Jiang Zimo shook his head and smiled: "You don't have to be self-effacing. I won't fight without a 70% winning rate. If you win this game, let's see who can go further in the Ancient Tower!"
Geniuses have their own self-confidence. Although Jiang Zimo lost this game, he had no doubt about the twenty places. He would definitely be one of them.
Xiao Chen nodded and said: "Then we meet at the Ancient Tower!"
The ring battle continued, and Xiao Chen was a little helpless. Except for Jiang Zimo, all the opponents in the next few rounds were timid before they even started fighting and gave up on the field.
At the end of the fifteenth round of drawing, Xiao Chen drew the blue wooden sign with the number eight. When he walked to the ring with the red wooden sign with the number eight on it.
It was discovered that the opponent was a rather interesting figure. It was Leng Yun, the young master of the Sacred Volcano Villa, who had taken away the heart of the origin of the Yin Fire.
Looking at Xiao Chen who jumped onto the ring, Leng Yun couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth, clenched his fists tightly, and almost released his murderous aura.
After calming down, Leng Yun's expression returned to normal and he said, "I'm not as good as you, so admit defeat."
Xiao Chen didn't want to let him go like this, and said with a faint smile: "Why do you want to give up and not want to return to your original heart?"
Leng Yun, who was originally prepared to die, immediately turned cold when he heard these words. The suppressed anger in his heart suddenly burst out, and he clenched his fingers with a bang.
It took him ten years of cultivation to reach the size of a baby's fist.
After ten years of hard work, having it taken away by Xiao Chen was simply more uncomfortable than killing him.
Closing his eyes, Leng Yun took several deep breaths, and then said in a cold voice: "It's okay, you can keep it for a while, and I will get it back with interest when the time comes!"
Xiao Chen looked at this person's back and frowned slightly. This guy was indeed calm-minded.
Being so stimulated by yourself can calm you down and prevent you from doing impulsive things. Xiao Chen's plan to defeat him directly and openly in the ring ended in vain.
The battle ended in a hurry, Xiao Chen returned to the bottom of the statue of Emperor Tianwu, and together with others, began to pay attention to the battle on the field.
"This Chu Chaoyun is really low-key. He has won fifteen games in a row without making any noise. Even Pei Shaoxuan was defeated by him."
"The most important thing is that I haven't seen him pull out the sword on his back. I didn't expect that besides Xiao Chen, there are such powerful people in the Qin Kingdom."
"I underestimated them before, but Duanmu Qing seems to have won about ten games, and her strength cannot be underestimated."
The players who were not fighting outside the ring, or who had already finished fighting, looked at the people on the ring and began to discuss in a low voice.
Xiao Chen's heart moved, and he followed everyone's gaze and saw that Chu Chaoyun's opponent was a swordsman from Chu State.
With a long sword on his back, the expression on his face is always so calm and indifferent, neither deliberate nor artificial.
As if that was how he was, how he should be, everything was natural.
After not seeing each other for half a year, Chu Chaoyun was still the same as Xiao Chen when they said goodbye to each other in Tiandao Pavilion. It was the first time they saw him, and Chu Chaoyun did not change at all.
Xiao Chen has never had the slightest doubt about his strength, even though he is making rapid progress and defeating countless geniuses from all over the world.
Facing Chu Chaoyun, I still felt a little unclear, like an old well. The more I thought about it, the more unfathomable it became.
"He won again. This guy has won fifteen games in a row. Like Zuo Mo, Xiaochen and others, he has not lost a single game."
"What a dark horse, so surprising!"
Chu Chaoyun's battle was over, he wasted some time, defeated the swordsman from Chu State, and then walked down the stage in silence.
After the past few days, no one dared to look down upon him anymore. Even the top figure Xia Xiyan from the Tomb of Jiang Zimo Chu looked at him with a slightly different look.
Night fell quietly, and the first day of the ring battle ended like this. Some people were happy and some were worried.
Those who were lucky were complacent, saying that the few rounds they encountered were not powerful people, and they easily defeated their opponents and won most of the victories.
I couldn't stop complaining about my bad luck. Most of the fifteen battles involved tasks of Zuo Mo's level. As a result, I lost more than half of them and was ranked at the bottom.
Of course, these are just a few. Most of them have good or bad luck. Their opponents are strong or weak, and they fight their way through with their strength.
Shi Hailong was on the high platform and said loudly: "Don't leave. Let's spend the whole night in the square talking about things. After the results of the battle come out tomorrow, we will open the Ancient Tower immediately. The Ancient Tower must be opened before dusk."
When everyone heard this, they didn't react much. They just spent the night in the square, without any pressure at all.
They each found a place, sat cross-legged, and began to regulate their breathing or practice.
Xiao Chen found a place with relatively few people, and without much hesitation, he sat cross-legged and closed his eyes to practice.
The next morning the sun shone down, and the warriors sitting cross-legged opened their eyes, stood up, and began to stretch their muscles in preparation for a new day's duel.
The first round of drawing began, Xiao Chen got a red wooden sign with the number 23 on it, and waited for the first eighteen players to finish their battle.
Find a ring, hang up the wooden sign, and start to wait quietly for your opponent.
I hope there won't be another warrior who gets timid before fighting. That really doesn't matter, Xiao Chen thought with some helplessness in his heart.
call out!
While he was meditating, a familiar figure jumped onto the ring. The man looked at Xiao Chen and smiled lightly: "It's a bit of bad luck. I actually got the swordsman in white robe that everyone is afraid of."
Xiao Chen narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at this person solemnly, and said: "Chu Chaoyun!"
Chu Chaoyun smiled faintly and said: "There is no need to reminisce about the past. It is still the same as before, you and I each use one move, and one move determines the outcome."
Xiao Chen clasped his right hand on the handle of the sword and said, "Okay, I'm also curious whether your sword's edge is still as sharp as before."
Chapter 487 Victory or Loss