The real focus is on the subsequent qualifying competition. Five disciples from each sect will get the real ranking of the sect based on the comprehensive scores of all the rankings they can reach. At the same time, it is also a stage for the truly strongest young generation.
Immediately afterwards, there was another competition between ordinary disciples of several sects. It was basically nothing to watch, at most it was a comparison of basic skills. Without secret martial arts, they were just a little better than ordinary amateur martial arts enthusiasts.
In the end, the general disciple competition between Xinghuanmen and Hongshajian, who ranked first, was over, and the old referee held a bell to change his previous listlessness.
"The official qualifying competition will start next. Each sect will sign up as a unit of individual disciples. The total ranking of the sect will be calculated according to a fixed formula to obtain the total ranking of the sect."
The old man waved his hand, and a few beautiful girls came up from below, wearing short skirts and long hair tied into ponytails. A young girl in the middle was holding a large square box and standing beside the old man.
"Representatives of each faction, please come up and grab the competition rankings! Then go to the competition venues for competition selection." The old man pointed to the surrounding buildings, "The rest of the competition venues are in the surrounding buildings, and you can see the number when you enter the door. Last time The three players will automatically enter the finals, and there is no need to draw a lottery."
Andreira of the Star Ring Gate smiled at Biou from a distance, turned around and walked directly to the entrance of the building behind, not bothering to look at the lottery here.
Biou sneered, turned and left unwilling to be outdone. Compared with ordinary disciples, the strength gap between the two of them was obvious, and they didn't care about the possibility of new opponents appearing behind them. Their opponents were only each other from the beginning to the end.
Garen stood in the crowd, watched the two leave the scene separately, and really felt the strong confidence and pride of the two. He didn't know the strength of the two of them, but just being able to calmly leave in front of so many secret warriors and despise everything, this attitude alone is not something ordinary people dare to do. It is the confidence gained from strong strength and record.
He couldn't help but recall the words of the elder sister Losita. Every victory will in turn nourish self-confidence and make yourself stronger.
Soon, the people in front had drawn the lottery, and it was his turn.
Garen stepped forward, reached out and randomly grabbed a lottery in the box, and took it out to have a look. 24 was written on the white note.
Go away and stand aside, and the others from Baiyunmen College, Keling Limlido and others, also grabbed and signed it out.
"Please go to the arena for those who have drawn the lottery according to the number, and the winners will go to the next arena according to the referee. The losers will return to this arena for ranking screening. They will also have a chance to challenge all opponents ranked below the other winners. All After the screening round, the top ten will be selected. The final will be held." The old man announced loudly.
Garen, Ke Ling and the others went to different arenas separately.
His signature was twenty-four. After entering the entrance of the building, a waiter led him directly along the corridor, and after turning around a few times, he came to a spacious exercise room.
The room was all white, about the size of a large conference hall, with a round white ring in the middle, surrounded by guardrails, similar to a boxing ring.
A young female referee in black was already standing on top waiting.
There were also some young people standing in the room, apparently here to watch the excitement.
There was also a bald man with a strong, deformed figure standing by the ring, staring at Garen from the moment he entered the door.
This person was wearing black leather pants, with a bare upper body, and his muscles slid from time to time with his breathing. The muscles on both shoulders were twisted and bulging like deformed old tree roots exposed to the ground.
"Please come to the stage." The female referee said loudly on the stage.
Garen withdrew his gaze from looking at the strong man, walked slowly to the side of the stage, and turned himself onto the ring.
Although his body is also very strong, there is obviously a big gap compared with the other party, just like adults and children. The man followed suit and turned onto the ring.
There are two people, one big and one small, one side is dark-skinned and wearing black leather pants, the other side is white and fair-skinned. The two stood on the stage in black and white, and the contrast was clear.
At this time, two more people squeezed in at the door, a man and a woman, both dressed in light blue clothes. It was Jayt who was going to pick up Garen and the others, and the little girl disguised as a man who tried to make him cry instead.
"Junior Sister, this is the arena of Garen in Baiyunmen. This is his first match." Jayt whispered to the girl, but his eyes naturally fell on Garen on the stage.
"This guy is very lucky. The opponent is not weak at first glance." The little girl gloated and laughed softly, "Tell him to be so arrogant at the station! This time he will definitely be repaired miserably."
Jay nodded.
"The opponent is Benjamin, the third disciple of Shengquan Sect. He has practiced secret martial arts for three years. Shengquan Sect is the twentieth sect. Although the sect is not strong, the third master disciple among them is definitely not strong. Normally, if I encounter this Benjamin, I can only admit defeat. I heard that this Garen was accepted as a secret martial arts disciple not long ago, and the gap is obvious."
"And." Jayt added, "That Garon has a good defense, and he will definitely be beaten for a long time." After he finished speaking, he couldn't help laughing, "This is a disaster for him."
In the arena.
Garen shook his neck, looking at his opponent in a leisurely manner. The opponent's size really gave him a strong sense of oppression. This size is almost the same as that of the second senior brother Farak, and his strength is absolutely terrifying.
He also saw Jayt and the young girl entering the door from the corner of his eye. The two obviously came to watch the fun.
"It's unlucky for you to meet me in the first match." The burly man on the opposite side grinned, showing his white teeth. "My name is Benjamin, the third Holy Fist disciple of the Holy Fist Sect. You should be honored to lose to me."
Garen was speechless, this guy felt good about himself, and shouted that he had won before the fight even started.
"I'm Garen, ranked 17th Baiyunmen disciple, can we start?" He looked at the referee at the side.
clang.
The female referee nodded and shook the small silver bell in her hand.
"The competition begins." She hurriedly turned herself off the ring to avoid being affected.
Garen narrowed his eyes and looked at Benjamin.
This is the first time he has fought against a real disciple of the secret martial arts world. He has the giant elephant secret martial arts, and the opponent also has his own secret martial arts. It depends on the fighting experience and power gap between the two sides.
"Try your strength first."
Garen was certain. Slowly assume the standard posture of Baiyun's fighting skills.
"please."
"The posture is good, it depends on the strength. Rank seventeen, don't let me down." Benjamin smiled, and walked over with his hands in a boxing posture.
laugh!
With a stretch of his right fist, he disappeared instantly, turning into a black line and hitting Garen's chin.
A very simple uppercut, just fast and powerful. Before he hit it, Garen felt a slight gust of wind under his chin squeezing his skin.
"What a strong force." Garen's heart moved, his posture changed instantly, and his right elbow moved forward, just in front of the fist.
Boom!
Fist and elbow collided, and the two took a step back.
Garen squinted and looked across.
"The strength is very strong, it should be close to 2. If this is his normal strength, plus the impact and speed, this person can play with the same strength as me. It is indeed very strong. It's just that I am stronger!"
His current strength attribute itself is 2.45. It doesn't look like a good figure, but the body muscle density is very high. It looks inconspicuous, but when it really explodes, it is much stronger than ordinary people.
"Get rid of him, Benjamin! Get rid of him!" The little girl next to Jayt suddenly shouted loudly. He kept waving his fist like a little girl. "That guy from Baiyunmen said you're a big b*tch, he let you kill you with one hand!"
"No one would be fooled by such a stupid aggressive method." Garen was speechless. His eyes moved to the opposite side.
"Forehead"
Seeing the other side, he was also speechless.
Benjamin's forehead was bulging with blue veins, his eyes were red, and it was obvious that he was really angry.
"You kid." He was dressed roughly. "Overlord!!"
He roared violently, and his fists turned slightly black, from normal dark skin to jet black like ink.
"I'm going to beat you to death!!" Benjamin rushed towards Garen, panting like a mad rhino. The ring also made a creaking noise amidst his dull footsteps.
A straight punch!
Benjamin's fist hit Garen's chest like a blackened metal block. It was as if a heavy and thick hammer hit Garen hard.
"Shoot! Rush! Step!"
Garen suddenly made a sound, raised his elbow, knocked his fist away, and bumped his body forward, hitting the opponent's chest.
Benjamin's face turned pale, and his body was thrown backwards by the collision.
Garen chuckled softly, raised his right foot just in time, and stomped forward.
boom!
The ring vibrated violently, and Benjamin was stepped down from the air by Gallon's foot. He lay on the ring, foaming at the mouth, and passed out.
Garen made three moves in a row, directly kicking down Benjamin, who had already been knocked into the air, onto the ring.
Bai Yun's fighting skills have reached the intermediate level, which can already be regarded as a true experienced level. It is too easy to deal with a guy who has never experienced cruel actual combat.
The intermediate-level Baiyun fighting skills, the four forms are interlocking, and the use is natural and quick, and he is already very good at using the openings and openings of the battle. However, Benjamin's fighting level was still at the elementary level, the gap was too large, and Garen hadn't used half of his strength before it was over. The opponent's secret martial arts had no effect at all.
The entire hall was silent, and the referees beside the stage didn't expect it to end so quickly, so they froze for a while before rushing to the stage to ring the bell.
"Winner! White Cloud Gate Garen! The next match will be number 17."
Only then did the spectators at the side of the ring come to their senses, and only then did they come to their senses when they heard the referee's voice, and they immediately started making noise. A few people from the Holy Fist Sect rushed to the stage to check Benjamin's condition, and found that nothing happened but passed out, and he was relieved.
Jayt and the girl stood at the door with blank faces.
"What a fighting level!" Jait murmured, "Among the disciples I have met, his fighting level is enough to rank in the top ten!"
The girl who waved her fist and shouted to kill Garen earlier also withered now. Even with her level, it can be seen that the two sides are not competing at the same level at all.
Watching Garen come down from the stage, straighten his clothes and walk towards the door, the two quickly give up their seats.
When Garen passed by the two of them, he glanced at the girl. He slowly stretched out his hand and hung it in front of the girl's neck, and shook it suddenly.
"Crack." He imitated the sound of bones breaking.
The girl's body trembled, her whole body trembled, and her face was pale. Like a cute and pitiful deer.
"Little guy, you're still too young." Garen laughed and walked out of the door, followed the waiter outside the door to the 17th arena.
Jayt on one side was also suppressed by Garon's intentional aura just now, and he felt like he would be defeated instantly if he moved. He could only watch his junior sister being bullied, and didn't dare to do anything at all.
Now that Garen left, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Junior Sister. Are you okay?" He could actually see that Garen had no ill intentions towards Junior Sister, but just punished her for her actions just now.
Wow! !
The girl wailed loudly, tears streaming down her face.
(end of this chapter)