The first round of competition screening lasted until the evening of the third day.
In the evening, the winner was decided among the last team of finalists. When the name of the last winner became larger, it marked the successful end of the first round of competition.
In the first round of competition, half of the contestants were screened out, limiting the number of finalists to more than a hundred.
Wang Dong, like everyone else, was waiting for the changes in Black Stone on the martial arts field. If nothing unexpected happened, the winner of the first round would face the second pairing.
What surprised Wang Dong was that the black stone tablet showed that the sixth junior brother actually passed the first round of the competition and successfully advanced. This was something Wang Dong didn't want to see. He began to look forward to matching the sixth junior brother in the next competition. By then, he would personally ruin the sixth junior brother's journey to the competition.
As everyone waited anxiously, the Black Stone finally changed. In their field of vision, the names on the Black Stone began to move again. In a few breaths, a new matching list appeared.
"Good opportunity, watch the move!" Almost at the moment the list appeared, a sharp-eyed person cooperated with the guidance of the black stone tablet and attacked his opponent directly, catching his opponent off guard.
For a moment, the crowd around the black stone monument was in chaos, fighting each other in pairs. In the short time it took for the black stone monument to obtain a new matching list, someone's name had already disappeared from the monument.
The names of the winners that stood out doubled in size again. Wang Dong noticed that among the winners in this short period of time, there was the name of the sixth junior brother. Wang Dong had no doubt that the sixth junior brother had outed his opponent the moment the list appeared. , he smiled coldly, looking forward to being matched with the sixth junior brother next time, while looking for his opponent's name on the black stone tablet.
After some inspection, Wang Dong discovered that the opponent Heishi arranged for him this time was actually the Guihai Sect disciple who was good at using the black strange ruler. This disciple who used the black ruler was the first to win in the first round of the competition, so Wang Dong was quite impressed by him. The opponent had a sixth-level martial arts training and was quite strong.
After concentrating on the guidance given to him by Black Stone, Wang Dong found that the Black Ruler disciple seemed to be resting in his residence at this time. Wang Dong twitched the corner of his mouth, gave up the idea of looking for him, and turned around to walk to his practice room.
Taking advantage of the darkness, Wang Dong sat cross-legged on a futon and started the Jade Plate Purification Technique. The feeling of the heavenly spirit being nourished made him couldn't help but let out a comfortable moan.
"Go to the Sword Domain Space to practice..." Wang Dong muttered to himself after the Jade Pan Pudu had been running for three days. Just as he was about to send his thoughts to the sword realm space, a sudden flash of lightning in his mind stopped him in an instant.
"What a risk, I almost forgot Black Stone's guidance!" Wang Dong sat down on the futon again and said, "If I enter the sword domain space, it will definitely affect Black Stone's induction. If Black Stone loses control of me, Sensing, it would be terrible if I was judged to be out!"
"Your idea is correct..." Sword Soul affirmed and echoed: "Even if the black stone tablet can sense you in the Sword Domain space, your opponent will also know that you are in a mysterious space. In that case, Sword The secret of the domain space is exposed!”
"Fortunately, I discovered it in time!" Wang Dong nodded and started practicing "Returning to the Sea".
Late at night, Wang Dong had been running the Guihai Jue for an unknown number of days. The feeling of abundant soul power in his body made him energetic. Just as he was about to continue his efforts and improve his cultivation towards the late fifth level of martial arts, Wang Dong suddenly stopped the seal in his hand and quickly stood up in the practice room.
"Here he comes!" The guiding sense of the black stone tablet in his mind made Wang Dong realize that his opponent was moving in his direction at an alarming speed. Wang Dong did not hesitate and rushed out of the practice room first. The open space outside the door is waiting for the arrival of his opponent.
"Junior Brother Wang, I kept you waiting!" After a few breaths, a disciple of the Guihai Sect carrying a black strange ruler appeared in front of Wang Dong: "Since Junior Brother Wang is ready, then I, Mo Chi, will come to ask for advice. , let’s see who is most qualified to participate in this competition!”
"Nothing you can ask for!" Wang Dong responded coldly. He found that the Guihai Sect disciple who called himself Mo Chi actually showed a hint of surprise and disappointment when he saw him waiting in formation outside the door. After thinking about it for a moment, Wang Dong understood the reason for the other party's expression - this Mo Chi actually wanted to catch him off guard, but he unexpectedly noticed it first.
"I'm offended!" Although the ink ruler was disappointed, he had no intention of backing down. He took the black ruler from behind, clenched his hands, bent his body, and rushed towards Wang Dong.
Finally got a chance to fight. Wang Dong curled up his mouth with satisfaction. He spread his legs and made a stance. Then he danced his hands in the "Overlord Guihai Fist" starting position, waiting for the opponent. close.
"Junior Brother Wang doesn't use weapons?" Seeing Wang Dong's posture, Mo Chi sped up, and raised the long black ruler in his hand. He only heard him say: "In that case, the quota for this promotion, I Just accept it!”
"So close to the end of the world!"
While he was talking, the ink ruler had already rushed to Wang Dong. He waved the long ruler down, and an astonishing phenomenon occurred - his long ruler quickly decomposed into countless small rulers connected in a series, and as it After decomposition, the long ruler composed of these small rulers actually grew in length at an alarming scale. Almost in an instant, one end of the long ruler hit Wang Dong's face.
"Well done! Overlord Patrolling the Sea!" Sensing the magic of the opponent's weapon, Wang Dong's lips curved slightly. What he wanted was to see something he had never been exposed to in the battle, so that he could prepare for future battles. With a wealth of combat experience stored in him, and the soul power surging in his right arm, Wang Dong struck out with an Overlord Patrol, slamming into the side of the strange ruler.
The moment Wang Dong attacked the long ruler, the ruler actually retracted under the control of Mo Ruler. Wang Dong was stunned. No wonder his move was called "So close to the end of the world". This ruler can stretch and retract freely. It does mean that. Wang Dong didn't stop, like a sharp arrow, he shot straight towards Mo Chi, and was met by another Overlord Xun Hai.
"Let's stop here!" Seeing Wang Dong coming menacingly, the corners of Mo Chi's mouth curled up evilly, and he saw the long ruler in his hand sweeping across. The long ruler actually twisted and folded in his swing. The next moment, this long ruler Chi found a tricky angle, crossed Wang Dong's arm, and hit Wang Dong's chest directly.
"Humph, what a trick!" Wang Dong dodged the blow from the long ruler. Unexpectedly, the long ruler was as flexible as a snake and folded up again, biting his chest tightly. Wang Dong Notice that the edge of this long ruler is full of extremely sharp blades. If it is hit by it, the skin will peel off without losing the flesh.
"Hahaha... Junior Brother Wang, I will accept the advanced spot." The ink ruler flexibly controlled the long ruler and attacked all the way. The unarmed Wang Dong could only dodge, which made him smile proudly. Speak up.
"Interesting, is there any other way?" Although he was hit by the opponent's strange ruler, Wang Dong's face did not show a trace of difficulty. He dodged and said to the opponent.
"Junior brother Wang, stop being so brave!" Mo Chi said with a proud smile: "You can't get close to me, what can you do... you, you!"
Mo Chi's playful tone suddenly turned into shock. In his field of vision, Wang Dong seemed to be familiar with his long ruler attack. He actually found and used every gap in the ruler with great precision. A strange movement technique came to him.
"Overlord patrols the sea!" The Good Fortune Martial Spirit gave Wang Dong an astonishing understanding of all the techniques. Although Mo Chi's long-foot offensive was messy and complicated, which dazzled everyone who saw it, Wang Dong used the Good Fortune Martial Spirit to find out the rules. Obviously Not difficult. After figuring out Chang Chi's attack path, Wang Dong lost the patience to play and prepared to end the battle with one blow.
"Hmph, you underestimate my magical ruler! Thousand-foot armor!" The ink ruler sneered, raised his hand and retracted it, and countless small rulers were recalled by him. Following his movements, these small rulers jingled. It attached to his body and turned into a pair of armor. Mo Chi said proudly: "Even the Overlord Xunhai, a seventh-level warrior, can't do anything... Poof!"
Before Mo Chi finished speaking, a cloud of red mist spewed out from his mouth, and his whole body was blasted out by Wang Dong like a cannonball. How could Overlord Xunhai, who had three times the power, be comparable to a seventh-level warrior? When Wang Dong retracted his hand, the ink ruler had already lost consciousness and fell to the ground helplessly.
"Sure enough, actual combat is still exciting!" Wang Dong slightly curved his mouth and glanced at Mo Chi in the distance. He saw that the thousand-foot armor on the opponent's chest was dented by the overlord Guihai who had three times the power. Go down.
Blackstone's guidance sense disappeared again, and Wang Dong knew that he had advanced again, which made him look forward to the next duel.
Once again shortlisted, Wang, who originally wanted to go back to the practice room, shook his head. He turned around and walked to the unconscious Mo Chi. He raised his hand to check his injuries. Fortunately, the other person's injuries were not serious. He was just injured by his strong force. The blow knocked him unconscious.
Wang Dong couldn't help but sigh that this strange ruler was indeed no ordinary weapon. It could attack and defend freely, which was very miraculous. Moreover, under Wang Dong's gaze, the dented part of this magical ruler began to slowly repair itself.
"I...failed?" While Wang Dong was investigating, Mo Chi woke up slowly. Seeing Wang Dong close at hand, he subconsciously asked, feeling the guidance of the black stone tablet leaving him. His expression darkened, and after a long time, he tremblingly asked Wang Dong: "Tell me... you, what kind of cultivation level are you!"
"Mid-level fifth-level warrior." Wang Dong smiled slightly and responded to the other party.
"Is this the suppression of earth-level martial arts?" Mo Chi suddenly showed a look of shock and disappointment when he heard this: "I am a sixth-level martial arts disciple, but I am not defeated by one of your moves. Is it because I am a yellow-level martial spirit? Martial spirit The difference is so huge..."
Wang Dong smiled and said nothing and did not respond to the other party's question. Seeing that the other party was fine, he stood up and left. Before taking two steps, Wang Dong turned around again: "Brother Mo Chi, you don't have to feel sorry for yourself. I can tell you, You are the strongest level six martial artist I have ever seen, and with your magical weapon, you can be sure that you will never meet an opponent at the same level."
"Junior brother Wang, I have written down your words!" After hearing Wang Dong's words, Mo Chi's expression improved a lot. He reached out and touched the Chi armor on his body, and saw a small folding sound coming from it. , finally turned into a long black ruler. Mo Chi struggled to get up and carried the long ruler behind his back: "Junior brother Wang, I wish you a smooth journey to the competition."
"I'd like to lend you some good words!" Wang Dong responded with his hand raised: "By the way, Senior Brother Mo, is this strange ruler your weapon soul?"
"You... how do you know!" After hearing Wang Dong's words, Mo Chi's face became a little nervous, as if Wang Dong had discovered the deepest secret in his heart.
"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone else." Seeing Mo Chi's nervous look, Wang Dong confirmed his guess and comforted him at the same time.
While comforting the other party, Wang Dong was also quite surprised. No wonder this ruler was so powerful. It turned out to be the other party's weapon spirit!
You must know that in the martial arts apprentice stage, the weapon soul belonging to the yellow-level martial soul cannot be trained into the shape of a weapon at all. Only when the weapon soul cultivator has reached the level of a martial artist can he transform his martial soul into the shape of a weapon. , the ink ruler in front of him can transform the soul of the weapon in advance. Either there is some adventure or the martial soul is quite special. This is not what Wang Dong is interested in.
The only thing that interests Wang Dong is that the opponent uses his powerful weapon soul to give him a hearty battle. This is Wang Dong's biggest benefit.
(End of chapter)