The competition between the top thirty-two to the top sixteen was far more tragic than the competition between the top sixty-four to the top thirty-two.
When the day's competition ended, people were surprised to see the following matchups. Suddenly, they found that the recruits left in the top sixteen were so dazzling. Many of these people were almost guaranteed to win the championship if they were placed in any of the previous tournaments.
However, no one knew if this year's recruit tournament was too monstrous, or if the importance of each continent's military region was higher than before, but other than Qin Fen who stood alone at the peak, the strength of the others was surprisingly close.
Such a matchup made people even more suspicious. If these young recruits were to fight like Du Peng and Zeus, would the final winner still be able to stand in front of Qin Fen?
The matchup for the top sixteen soon appeared on the big screen. The first match was between the top thirty-two to the top sixteen, the first martial artist to burst out with seven-star strength, Xue Tian!
His opponent was from the American recruit camp, Sky Splitter Brooks, who was known to be on par with Little Dragon King – Yang Lie and had a strong momentum.
One of them was Furious Beheader Xue Tian, who seemed to have more of a gaming attitude than a fighting attitude. The other was Sky Splitter Brooks, who seemed to be sleepy every day.
Two super strong young recruits who didn't look serious collided with each other. People were looking forward to how this battle would be.
The second matchup for the top sixteen to the top eight also attracted everyone's attention. Chen Feiyu VS Little Dragon King – Yang Lie!
If Little Dragon King's opponent was another seven-star martial artist, perhaps Yang Lie's chances of winning would be more promising. But now, his opponent was a thirty-year-old Chen Feiyu, whose every move revealed the aura of rich combat experience. Although the bandage wrapped around his hand was white, it always gave people a red bloody smell.
This was another matchup where the outcome was unpredictable.
The third matchup, Mourad Tschick VS Great Emperor – Caesar.
No one would underestimate Caesar. The moment Qin Fen burst out with eight-star strength, many people began to speculate. Could Caesar, who was known to have the temperament of an emperor, endure the feeling of being suppressed by Qin Fen? Would the powerful pressure be the key to him breaking through to become an eight-star powerhouse?
Although only the top thirty-two had just advanced to the top sixteen, many people had already begun to predict that Caesar might be one of the young recruits who had the best chance to advance to the eight-star level and challenge Qin Fen, who stood at the peak.
Mourad Tschick, the last remaining West Asian participant in the martial arts competition! Martian super youth martial artist, Shang Guan Chuan Qi's Junior Brother! With the unveiling of this mysterious veil, the people who had been optimistic about Caesar's final victory began to hesitate.
Shang Guan Chuanqi! The pride of the younger generation of Martian warriors! His junior brother? It couldn't be a hollow carrot, right? Now that the West Asia Military Region had hit a wall in the Recruit Tournament, it could be said that he was shouldering all the glory and hope of West Asia.
Could one's spirit influence the outcome of a battle?
Before the battle between Zeus and Du Peng, many people thought that strength was everything.
However, with the end of the tragic battle between the two sides, many people began to understand that the glory of the Recruit Tournament would make people do things beyond imagination.
Mourad Tschick's hatred and anger towards Qin Fen was a fact that anyone who wasn't blind could see. Driven by this hatred and anger, Caesar might not necessarily be able to win this battle.
For a soldier, money may be important, but the most important thing was glory. The glory of a soldier was above everything else! In this tournament that gathered the military regions of the five continents, everyone had a strong heart of glory in their hearts.
Mourad Tschick VS Caesar, who would win? Would Mourad Tschick launch a revenge charge towards Qin Fen? Or would he become a stepping stone for Great Emperor Caesar to surpass the peak of Qin Fen?
Solomon vs Xing Wuyi. Before this battle even started, everyone already knew the answer. Solomon, who was as famous as [Great Emperor] Caesar, was obviously going to be the winner of this battle.
As for Xing Wuyi? Most of the people were guessing how many times he could resist Solomon's attacks before he was defeated.
Lin Ling VS Qin Fen
Almost all the participating recruits today, under the stimulation of other young martial artists, had shown their strongest strength under the peak pressure of Qin Fen. Only one person was indifferent.
Lin Ling, the beautiful woman who had always been expressionless, still carried out her own fighting style as usual. A simple knife hand would bring down the opponent. As for her strength? No one knew how strong she was.
In a few more matches, she fought with Qin Fen until the end. She even defeated Qin Fen in the sniper competition. How strong was this woman? Did she hide her strength because she had the strength to compete with Qin Fen, so she deliberately hid it? How much damage could she bring to Qin Fen?
A huge suspense hovered in everyone's heart. The answer to this question could only wait until the next battle between the two sides. Perhaps only then would they know the real situation.
Compared to the recruits from other states, the African recruits could be said to have mixed feelings.
The opponent of Golden Lion Pat from the African Military Region turned out to be Giant Crocodile Kunlaiti from the African Military Region.
The two strongest recruits in Africa met in the quarterfinals of the top sixteen, becoming the first pair of unlucky people to fight their own people.
Compared to Golden Lion Pat and Giant Crocodile Kunlaiti, the beautiful warrior from America, Alice. Her luck was really enviable.
Alice VS Zeus Mark.
Zeus was undoubtedly one of the strong people in this recruit tournament. He had the strength that no one could underestimate except for Qin Fen.
However, although Du Peng won the final victory and successfully advanced to the top sixteen from the top thirty-two, could he continue to fight with many broken bones in his body? Or, could he still stand up in the battle a few days later? Could it be that he had to rely on crutches to fight?
Although the battle had not started yet, Alice had become the first person to advance from the top sixteen to the quarterfinals. Her luck was so good that almost everyone was jealous.
In addition to Alice, good luck also fell on the two American recruits. Apart from the well-known martial artists, they were the only two martial artists left to make up the numbers.
However, sometimes luck often played a very important role. When these two American recruits, who were only five-star strength, met each other, it was destined that one of them could enter the top eight of this tournament where experts were as common as clouds.
The names of the sixteen people kept rolling on the huge projection screen. The audience sat in the stadium where the battle had ended for a long time and did not leave.
The commentator saw Qin Fen and Xue Tian, who were about to leave, from the screen. He quickly shouted into the microphone, "Recruit Xue Tian, what do you think of the next opponent? How confident do you think you are in winning? "
"How confident?" Xue Tian's eyebrows twitched up and down a few times, "Do you think that just because his nickname is Sky Splitter, he can really split my sky? It's not his turn to challenge Qin Fen. You want to enter the top eight? I'm willing, but my knife doesn't agree. "
Some of the American recruits who had not retreated cast their hostile eyes on Xue Tian in the blink of an eye.
Seeing this scene, the commentator, who was eager to see the world in chaos, asked, "So, you are very confident?"
"Of course! I am a hundred percent sure that I can cut down that sleepy guy. "Xue Tian raised his chin and shouted at the American soldiers in the distance," Hey! You guys, go back and bring a message to Brooks! In the next match, I promise to change his nickname. He won't be called Sky Splitter, but Fearful Brooks! That's right, it means that he is afraid of me, Xue Tian! "
The audience who had not left looked at Xue Tian, who was speaking arrogantly. If you had the strength of Qin Fen's eight-star, you could say such words casually. But if you have the same seven-star strength as the opponent, shouting like this would only arouse the opponent's anger and stronger fighting spirit. Isn't this looking for trouble for yourself?
The commentator smiled proudly. The fight had not really started yet, but Xue Tian's words had already added fuel to the fire, pushing the pre-battle atmosphere to a higher level.
"Qin Fen." The commentator made a gesture to the director, and a close-up of Qin Fen immediately appeared on the big screen, "Excuse me, who do you want to fight in the finals of this tournament?"
"Who." Qin Fen smiled faintly, "It doesn't matter who I fight with. What's important is that I hope he is strong enough."
"It doesn't matter who I fight with … hehe …" The commentator laughed dryly. This young man's strength was eight-star, but his mentality seemed to be far above eight-star. Such a tone faintly revealed the taste of a grandmaster.
"Huh?"
The commentator was stunned. Xue Tian, who was standing next to Qin Fen, tapped his feet on the ground. Like an elegant swallow, he ran directly to the center of the arena, leaving no trace of damage wherever he passed.
"Everyone!" Xue Tian cleared his throat and held the handle of the katana with his five fingers, "Maybe you thought I was talking big just now. So, now I want to prove that I, Xue Tian, am definitely not a big talker … "
Before his voice fell, the katana in the scabbard burst into a dazzling gloss. Xue Tian held the hilt with both hands! At this moment, the aura on his body completely changed. The sloppy aura disappeared and was replaced by a cold murderous aura!
He held the blade with both hands, and his eyes were cold and overbearing. His left foot suddenly took half a step, and the blade in his hand burst into a dazzling brilliance, covering every corner within a radius of three meters in an instant.
The moment the blade wind stopped, the katana had already returned to the scabbard. The murderous aura on Xue Tian's body once again turned into a sloppy indifference. His smiling appearance was like a harmless good citizen.
However, at this moment, no one would look down on him anymore. Qin Fen squinted his eyes and secretly calculated the position of Xue Tian's blade at that moment. He was very impressed in his heart. There was no blind spot in the blade technique. As long as one was involved, the blade would create a tornado of slaughter, inviting people to have a good taste.
"Everyone, I will definitely win." Xue Tian cupped his fists and bowed in all directions. Smiling, he said to the American recruits, "The 'Thousand Swords Break Mountains and Rivers' just now is my weakest saber technique. You guys can go back and tell Sky Splitter to buy more OK tendons, or else it'll be ugly."
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