"Is this even okay?"
"Can you still fight like this?"
"Wind Rat has capsized in the gutter..."
The results in the arena made the thirteen sect disciples in the audience stunned. Wang Dong actually made a shocking reversal and kicked Feng Shu out of the game with a single move of 'adapting measures to local conditions'.
Outside the field, the stone slab engraved with Feng Shu's name exploded unwillingly. Feng Shu glanced at Wang Dong resentfully, and left the trial stage in embarrassment with a trembling body.
Wang Dong took off the cloth strip from the handle of the knife and tied it back to his waist - this was his waistband. When he pretended to fall to the ground, he soaked it with water as quickly as possible and tied it to the handle of the knife. , and this was his extraordinary comeback.
"What a good boy... he is as smart as his father. Not only does he know how to adapt to changes, but he can also make full use of the environment." Guihai Sect Leader immediately began to admire after recalling the accident Wang Dong brought to him.
"Master is right. Taking advantage of the environment and adapting to the environment are completely different states of mind..." Venerable Fuhai also nodded in admiration.
The long-bearded elder narrowed his eyes slightly and curled his mouth with satisfaction. He raised his hand and waved the small flag in his hand, and the trial platform instantly became quiet.
Wang Dong completed the duel and returned to the stands from the field. When Wang Dong returned to his original seat, the exclamations on the field had not stopped. Everyone was shocked by Wang Dong's amazing tactics. Even those who sat down The two female Xiuyu Hall disciples and several Tianlei Gang disciples on both sides of Wang Dong also looked at Wang Dong with awe on their faces, observing the dark horse in the field at close range.
After three more rounds of competition, the twenty-to-ten competition came to a successful conclusion. Only ten stone slabs beside the ring were still strong.
The rules of the ten-to-six competition were soon announced by Venerable Fu Hai: after a two-by-two duel, five people were selected to advance, and then the five defeated people had a round of duel, and the winner among them was resurrected to form the final team. Six into three teams.
This time the duel is still conducted by drawing lots. Wang Dong drew number 5 this time, which means that he will compete on stage in the last group.
When the first group of contestants stood on the ring, everyone let out a cry of surprise. They all knew that this would be a peak showdown, but no one thought that the two contestants would meet in advance.
The leader of the Guihai Sect and the elder of the Tianhe Society looked at each other and nodded to each other. The top forces of the two sects began to collide in advance, which surprised the two bosses. However, the rules of the game are the rules of the game, and there are no surprises. Word.
The first disciple of the Tianhe Society, Raptor, faced off against the first disciple of the Guihai Sect, Zhang Qing. The entire arena exploded. Wanshitong from the Zhuhai Clan in the northeast corner of the arena became active, shouting to the nearby Thirteen Sect disciples. Bet on the match between these two.
Wang Dong was also surprised when he saw the two people facing each other. They were both top disciples of their respective sects, and both had the strength of ninth-level martial arts disciples. But Wang Dong knew that among the ten people who stood out from the twenty contestants, there were only four ninth-level warriors. With such a small chance for two ninth-level warriors to meet together, it was really bad luck.
The weather that the two of them randomly arrived at was wind, rain, thunder and sand. Stormy rain fell in thunderbolts. The accumulated sand and dust on the table were washed away by the rain, forming a muddy landscape. The strong wind raged on the table, causing the violent thunderstorm to fall at an angle. As soon as he came on stage, all his clothes were soaked by the heavy rain.
Neither Zhang Qing nor Raptors were carrying weapons. They looked at each other, and regardless of the rain, they clasped their fists and saluted, and then they leapt forward at the same time, entangled with each other.
Boxing and kicking skills, genuine hand-to-hand combat, the two ninth-level warriors fully displayed their respective powers. The pure and wild fists and fists instantly ignited the atmosphere of the audience, and the sound of assists came one after another. Lang shouted.
Guihaizong was the home court, and there were hundreds of supporters of Zhang Qing. However, the disciples from the Tianhe Club did not show weakness. They shouted unified slogans and repeated them over and over again. The neat harmonies were also heard in the stadium. Extremely clear.
"The Overlord patrols the sea!"
"The dragon raises its head!"
Amid the cheers of the crowd, the battle between Zhang Qing and the Raptors has reached a stalemate. Each of them used their special skills to depict the fatal beauty in a man's way in the storm.
"As expected of the first disciple of the two sects, his strength, speed, and explosion are impeccable... wonderful, really wonderful!" Elder Mu Zong nodded and commented playfully.
"Yes, it is this kind of close match that is interesting. Of course, the match between Guihai Sect's Wang Dong was also exciting..." Elder Xiu Yutang agreed.
After Elder Xiu Yutang finished speaking, the corners of Elder Tianhe Club's mouth curved slightly. He turned around and saw Sect Leader Guihai, Elder Changxu and others in his field of vision, but their expressions were not very good-looking.
"Zhang Qing is going to lose!" Wang Dong, who had been watching the action on the court with all his attention, brightened up. Although neither of the two people on the stage could do anything to the other, and neither took advantage of the other, Wang Dong paid attention. Yes, the Raptors are slowly controlling the rhythm of the fight between the two.
In this situation where the winner is temporarily indistinguishable, whoever takes the initiative and controls the rhythm will be the winner.
"Brother Raptor, I have something to tell you..." Being beaten with rhythm by the Raptor, Zhang Qing's moves became more and more chaotic. After he realized the gap between himself and the Raptor, his expression instantly changed and he shouted in a low voice. Said the Raptor who was entangled with him.
"If you have something to say, just say it!" The Raptors were in sight of victory, and their tone was extremely casual.
"For the sake of our Guihai Sect being the host, can you let me beat you this time..." Zhang Qing said eagerly: "You and I both know that no matter who loses, with our strength, they can win." He was resurrected during the Easter match, so..."
"Haha, Junior Brother Zhang Qing, why are you doing this?" Raptor grinned and glanced at Zhang Qing in surprise, but the movements of his hands did not stop.
"My brothers and sisters are all looking at me. I really can't afford to be embarrassed..." Zhang Qing said: "If we meet once when we are six to three, you can beat me again. Anyway, I am not you. opponent!"
"Interesting, I really didn't know that the senior brother of Guihai Sect was this kind of person..." Raptor grinned: "The son of Guihai Sanying is really different..."
Zhang Qing's face turned cold, but his parrying movements became more embarrassing. He ignored Raptor's taunting words and just started to say: "I heard that you are very interested in our Guihai Sect's skills..."
"Hiss..." The Raptor looked at Zhang Qing doubtfully when he heard this. When he saw Zhang Qing nodded to him imperceptibly, he calmly slowed down the pace of his attack, while Zhang Qing grabbed Seizing the opportunity, a 'Overlord Patrol' hit the Raptor's chest.
"Don't forget what you said!" The moment he was beaten out by Zhang Qing, Raptor grabbed Zhang Qing's neck and said in a low voice. After that, the Raptor took advantage of Zhang Qing's blow and fell straight out of the ring.
Wow!
The Raptor was knocked off the ring by Zhang Qing, and the martial arts field immediately exploded. Those disciples of the Tianhe Club who were cheering for the Raptor simply refused to believe their eyes. Their senior brother was clearly fighting well, but was suddenly defeated. This made They refused to accept it no matter what.
"Well done, senior brother. I didn't expect that in such a high-density and saturated battle, I could instantly grasp the opponent's vital points and knock the raptor off the ring with one blow."
"That's right, senior brother is the strongest! It's not that easy to challenge the strongest existence of the first sect in our Guihai area!"
"It's true that I support Senior Brother. I pledged all my wealth to Senior Brother with Wan Shitong. Now I'm going to make a fortune!"
Hundreds of Guihai Sect disciples in the audience were all beaming with joy and excitement. When the raptor who fell off the ring heard the earth-shattering laughter in the stands, he shrugged indifferently and looked at Zhang Qing playfully. At one glance, Gu Zi sneered.
"Why did you suddenly win? What is going on?" Seeing Zhang Qing raising his arms in the ring and enjoying the loud cheers from hundreds of Guihai Sect disciples, Wang Dong was a little confused about the situation in the ring. The Raptors lost. Is it too sudden? Did he do it on purpose? Zhang Qing is definitely no match for the Raptors!
"Hehe, the fight was extremely interesting." The Raptors were unexpectedly defeated. The elders of the Tianhe Society did not show embarrassment. Instead, they smiled and gave the Guihai Sect Leader and Elder Changxu a meaningful look.
"This brat, can't you afford to lose? I'm too old to see what's fishy..." Guihai Sect Master's face was extremely ugly. Zhang Qing saved his own face, but greatly tarnished Guihai Sect Master's face. This made The corners of Guihai Sect Leader's mouth trembled in anger.
With Nantian Wang's cultivation, Zhang Qing's little moves did not escape his eyes, and his face became very ugly. After hearing the words of Guihai Sect Master, he did not say anything, but left the master quietly. Grandstand.
Because of the resurrection match mechanism, after the two people on the stage finished fighting, the stone slabs on the side of the stage did not change much. After Venerable Fuhai shouted angrily, the atmosphere on the field cooled down and everyone participated in the first round. Game Two saw Mace and his opponent take to the ring.
The person facing Mace was an eighth-level martial arts disciple. As soon as he saw Mace on the stage, he took a deep breath and said with an extremely ugly face that he was unlucky. He immediately had the idea of admitting defeat, but he Seeing the elders of his sect looking at him expectantly in the main stand, he still took out his weapon and rushed towards the mace.
No one has any objection to the outcome of this battle. Even the bookmaker that knows everything uses a one-to-one odds for those who bet on the mace. Seeing that there is no profit, the mace's Almost no one placed bets in this round. Only a few brothers of the eighth-level martial artist placed their bets with a sense of luck. If the eighth-level martial artist unexpectedly won, they would be rewarded with odds of a hundred times.
The result was naturally obvious. Because there were more than a dozen elders watching from the grandstand, the mace was not overly violent. However, after the game, the eighth-level martial arts disciple wanted to stand up from the ring and still used the eating force. The power of milk.
In the third game, the duel between Mu Zong and the naughty boy once again pushed the atmosphere on the court to a climax. He once again showed everyone his steel barrier-like defense. His opponent tried his best to inflict fatal damage to the naughty boy. , but they were easily resolved by the naughty boy, and the naughty boy was very playful, so he just didn't fight back, and kept smiling while watching his opponent attack him.
So in the end, the disciple who attacked the naughty boy let out a cry of annoyance, dropped his weapon, and jumped off the trial platform without looking back.
Xiu Yutang's pure and graceful sword dance once again attracted the attention of everyone on the field. This time in the competition, the male disciples of the Thirteen Sects who could only cheer and whistle before understood that the pure and pure beauty was accompanied by fatal dangers. That slender sword Liu Jian looks small but carries amazing power, sending her opponents into nightmares.
Bingqing Yujie is a very beautiful woman, and she is also a genuine ninth-level martial arts disciple. However, her opponent does not realize this. He is already one level lower than her, but he has a mentality of underestimating the enemy. In the end, Bingqing Yujie's opponent could not withstand even half of her sword skills.
After Bingqing Yujie qualified again, Xiuyutang elder nodded excitedly. Xiuyutang's senior sister was unexpectedly eliminated, which had always made her regretful. Seeing Bingqing Yujie's success, Xiuyutang elder couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
"It's time for me to appear again..." The first four groups of competitions came to an end, and Wang Dong stood up from his seat again and walked towards the ring.
(End of chapter)