Under this system, there would be no tie at all. Either one of them would advance and the other would be eliminated, or both would be eliminated. Under such circumstances, everyone would definitely fight with their lives on the line, and the mortality rate would definitely be very high.
"Number 177 versus Number 501."
It was only the first round, and Du Feng's name was already called. Although the number was randomly selected, the size of the number still reflected the strength of the contestant to a certain extent. The elders had a high evaluation of this person, so the number given to him would be in the front. The number of disciples to be recruited this year was five hundred. In other words, those with less than five hundred numbers were the disciples that the elders thought were more promising.
Wow, the first match was between such a high ranking student. This year's competition was really exciting. The senior disciples of the Qingyang Sect all gathered around. The annual competition between the new disciples was always the most lively time. In the competition, there would be people who stood out, and there would also be people who would go home dejectedly. Most of them would be injured or crippled and unable to recover from the setback. On the contrary, those who died would be relaxed.
"Who is Number 177? Hurry up and come up. You can enter the top five hundred if you beat me."
On the stage, a black man shouted at the top of his lungs. The way he got on the stage was also very special. Like a heavy cannonball being fired, he landed in the middle of the stage and shook the ground. The organizer gave him face and arranged the first stage. This stage had the largest area and was the furthest from the ground. It would definitely be unbearable to fall from it.
Zhao Tianlei from a third-rank empire, a genius discovered by the people of Zhao Guomin. He was more than ten feet tall, and his muscles were as tall as a hill. His neck was supported by developed tendons and looked wider than his face. On his shiny bald head, the word "Zhao" was written with a red pen. People from a third-rank empire really had character.
"Swoosh!"
Du Feng jumped onto the stage and landed without making a sound. His white robe fluttered in the wind, and his black hair hung behind him without a trace of disorder. A silver longsword was hung on his waist, and the blue gem on the hilt was shining. His fair and tender face formed a sharp contrast with the bald black man opposite him.
"Yo, where did this little brother come from? He's so handsome."
A senior sister in a red dress was eating melon seeds while watching the competition. When he saw Du Feng appear, he was so excited that he swallowed the shell of the melon seed and stood up to take a closer look.
"Sister Yan, don't get too excited. Sit down and watch. This Junior Brother's number is quite high up, I don't know if he has real strength. "
A skinnier female disciple at the side also began to size up Du Feng, evaluating his strength. To be able to be ranked number 177, it was probably because his beast's level was higher, or because his battle awareness was stronger. The elders valued his potential. However, Tier 2 Countries were lacking in resources. Cultivation in the early stages was relatively slow, and there were no good cultivation technique books. They might not be able to gain the upper hand when fighting against people from third-rank countries.
"Pretty boy, don't cry when I beat you up."
Zhao Tianlei chuckled, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth with a gap in the middle. He didn't know if it was knocked off by himself or someone else. He swung the Black Gold Meteor Hammer in his hand. The thousand-kilogram heavy object created a gust of wind, and it felt very fierce.
"Why don't we make a bet? Whoever cries will take out ten yellow crystals."
Du Feng liked to bet with others since he was young, and he had never lost.
"Alright, I, Zhao Tianlei, am going to be rich."
Although the black man came from a Tier 3 Empire, he was born in a mountain village. He was brought to the city to be nurtured because his innate divine strength was discovered. Later, he used his own strength to defeat many so-called genius students, and only then did he have the opportunity to participate in the Qingyang Sect's selection. He was already very unhappy to be ranked outside the top 500, not to mention that his opponent was a handsome young man.
"Why don't you draw your sword?"
Zhao Tianlei swung the meteor hammer and was about to rush up. His fighting style was just that direct, one strong person could defeat ten skilled people. However, he stopped after just two steps, because Du Feng stood there without drawing his sword.
"I'm afraid of hurting you if I draw my sword. I said that I would only make you cry."
Du Feng spread his hands and put the sword back into his storage bag. This Silver Dragon Sword looked pretty good, and it was good for acting cool, but it was too sharp and could easily hurt people.
"I'm so angry!"
Zhao Tianlei was so angry that his nostrils flared. Other than crying when he was spanked by his mother when he was young, he had never cried before. He threw away the black meteor hammer with a bang and pounced forward with his claws and fangs bared. This guy was quite naive. If his opponent didn't use a weapon, he wouldn't use one either.
This move of his seemed to be completely random, but it was actually the simplest way. Many Demonic Beasts with powerful bodies could easily kill a martial artist who was proficient in Combat Skills with such a simple pounce. It was no joke to say that one strong person could defeat ten skilled people.
Du Feng stood still and waited for his opponent to come close before he raised his arm lightly. With a poof, the two of them had already come into contact.
"Get out!"
Zhao Tianlei was overjoyed when he realized that he had grabbed his opponent's arm. His two big black claws clasped tightly, and then he pulled with all his might, wanting to throw Du Feng off the stage. As long as his opponent was out of the range of the stage, it would be his win.
"Didn't you say that you'll only pay if you cry? Why are you in such a hurry to get out."
Du Feng flipped his arm and used a small grappling technique to twist Zhao Tianlei's arm, causing him to cry out in pain. A big black man with oil all over his body was twisted by a pretty boy, half kneeling on the ground and crying out in pain. The scene looked very intoxicating.
"I won't cry, I won't cry. When I was young, other than my mother …"
Zhao Tianlei still wanted to say that he was spanked by his mother when he was young, but he was interrupted by Du Feng. She swung her arm and slapped him on the buttocks. The sound was loud and clear, like a whip being whipped on an animal.
"I don't accept this …"
"Pa pa pa …"
Just as Zhao Tianlei shouted that he didn't accept it, Du Feng's slap came down again. Even if his butt was hit by iron, it was still swollen from his slap.
"I just don't accept it. If you have the ability, let me use a weapon."
The big black man's head was full of energy. In the past, when he fought with his bare hands, he was indeed often dissolved by other people's skillful strength. But as long as he swung the meteor hammer, he could achieve the effect of one strong person defeating ten skilled people. No matter how many tricks the opponent had, they were all smashed by this thousand pound meteor hammer.
"Then I'll let you use a weapon. If you lose, remember to pay up."
Du Feng kept his word and really let Zhao Tianlei pick up a weapon. Once the meteor hammer was swung, everything within a radius of three meters would be within its killing range. It was really difficult to quickly get close.
"Hehe, this time it's your turn to cry."
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