By the same logic, if a contestant's strength was average, he would be able to enter the top 10 if he kept encountering weaker contestants. If he didn't get a bye every other two rounds, he might be able to enter the top 5. Currently, there was one contestant whose strength no one understood. This person was an Immortal Lord from the Shangguan family.
This person's Cultivation Level was not low. He was at the pinnacle of the Immortal Lord Realm. However, ever since he came to the stage, he had not fought an intense match. If he didn't get a bye, he would encounter a weak opponent. Sometimes, he would encounter someone he knew and the opponent would forfeit. Of course, it was also possible that the Shangguan family had bribed the opponent with money, which was why he forfeited.
Hence, until today, the last contestant from the Shangguan family had not been eliminated. As long as he won another match today, he would be able to enter the top 10.
In the previous matches, there were a few times when he encountered people from his own family, and they would forfeit. In addition to the byes and bribed opponents, he basically never really fought. Even in the first round of the battle royale, he had to hide in the crowd and muddle through.
"If this kind of person can enter the top 10, I will eat this chair."
"Yeah, I also think that he will definitely not enter the top 10."
At this stage of the competition, the remaining contestants were all experts. Only Du Feng was left among the independent martial artists. None of the disciples of the newly ascended Immortal Emperors were left. Only the Shangguan family was left with this rascal. Other than the two of them, the rest were all from the Five Emperors of the Heavenly Court. Although Emperor Le had not sent many people, there was still one who had lasted until today.
In the next match, the number 13 contestant from the Shangguan family would definitely have to fight with one of the experts. No matter which one he encountered, he would not be able to muddle through.
Hence, the audience was waiting to see whether this number 13 would forfeit or be beaten up on the stage. If he encountered the disciples of the Qing Emperor or the Yan Emperor, they would probably beat him to death. If he encountered the disciples of the Heavenly Emperor, although he would not be beaten to death, he would definitely defeat them.
As for the so-called relatives of Emperor Le, all of them liked to self-destruct and were even more difficult to deal with.
"Number 13, team leader, number 7."
When the Yellow Emperor announced the number of the competition, the audience became excited. Because number 7 belonged to Emperor Le. He claimed to be the son of her brother, which made him her nephew. This nephew was really big. He was more than three meters tall and did not look like a normal person at all.
A normal person was more than two meters tall, and three meters tall meant that he had some giant blood in him. It was just that his bloodline was weaker, so it was not as obvious. If he had more giant blood, he would probably be taller than five meters.
"If this is Emperor Le's nephew, I'll eat this chair."
"Alright, stop bragging. You've already eaten this chair twice."
That audience member had just said that if number 13 could win, he would eat a chair. Now, if number 7 was Emperor Le's nephew, he would also eat a chair. This was because everyone knew that Emperor Le was a normal human. Her brother would definitely be a normal human as well. How could she have a nephew with giant bloodline? Unless her sister-in-law was a giant.
But why would a normal human man marry a woman from the Giant Tribe? Their height and proportions weren't suitable.
"You are no match for me!"
The eldest nephew of Emperor Le spoke in a low, muffled voice. His tone was also arrogant. He pointed at number 13 and said that he was no match for him.
Actually, he was not the only one who thought so. The audience thought so too. Because previously, number 13 had been fooling around. He had relied on luck and maneuvers to get to where he was today. As for number 7, he had fought his way up. Everyone had seen his strength.
"Is that so? You are so confident."
Number 13 smiled. He did not seem to think much of number 7. He did not even draw his sword. He just looked up at his opponent.
"Yes, I will tear you in half in a moment. One half will be braised, the other half will be steamed. "
Contestant Number Seven was extremely brutal. He had actually torn his opponent in half. He had grabbed his opponent's legs and split them in half. With a height of more than three meters and two long arms, he could indeed do that.
"Forgive me for being blunt, but you don't have that ability."
Number 13 still didn't seem to care. Not only did he anger Number 7, but he also angered the audience below the stage.
"Who is this kid? Is everyone in the Shangguan family so shameless?"
"What is going on? Why isn't the fight starting? I can't wait to see this kid torn in half."
"Yeah, if he is not torn in half, I will eat the chair."
"Enough. You have eaten the chair three times in a few days."
Just as the crowd was getting worked up, the emperor finally announced the start of the fight.
"Roar..."
Number 7 let out a beast-like roar and rushed towards number 13. He opened up his fan-sized hands, intending to grab his opponent and tear him apart.
Even at a time like this, Contestant Number 13 was still calm and collected. He didn't take out his weapon either. He even crossed his arms in front of his chest and watched number 7 rush forward. The audience was guessing if there was something wrong with his brain. Even if you wanted to admit defeat, you would have to run back and jump off the stage.
Otherwise, if you were caught by number 7, you would definitely be torn in half.
Seeing number 7 getting closer and closer to number 13, the audience's hearts were in their throats. They were nervous, but they also wanted to see how contestant number thirteen would be torn in half.
Five meters, three meters, one and a half meters … At this distance, contestant number seven's long arms could basically touch contestant number thirteen. But he was still calm and crossed his arms in front of his chest, grinning at his opponent.
"Plop!"
Just as everyone thought number 7 was going to tear number 13 in half, he fell to his knees with a plop. He held his head with both hands and looked to be in great pain.
"Alright, come down."
Emperor Le's expression changed slightly, but she quickly returned to normal. She took the initiative to help number 7 admit defeat and let him get off the stage.
"What is going on? Why did number 7 lose?"
"Maybe Emperor Le made him admit defeat. That's why he is so upset."
"Impossible. Could it be that Lord Supreme Emperor Le has also been bribed?"
"Shh.... Don't spout nonsense. Emperor Le can hear you."
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