"Kid, you must be tired of living."
A burly man jumped onto the stage. He had a full beard and a white scarf wrapped around his head. It was obvious that he was from the West Continent City of Blue Dragon Nation. The West Continent was a desert region. Desert men all dressed like this. They were naturally aggressive and had high combat abilities.
The West Continent man held a shiny scimitar. His black robes fluttered in the wind. It was obvious that he was a martial artist with strong vital energy. He had always looked down on people from a small place like Rongtian Nation. Du Feng was already arrogant enough. He didn't expect another Du Hao to show up.
The fact that this person was able to obtain number 203 meant that he was not weak. Now that they saw him in person, he was even more intimidating. He waved the scimitar in his hand. A layer of dust rose from the ground. As the sandstorm grew bigger and bigger, it surrounded the entire arena.
What was going on? They couldn't see anyone. The spectating contestants didn't understand the situation. How could they fight if they couldn't even see anything?
"Bang!"
Before they could react, they heard a loud noise. The Western Continent's burly man, who had been burnt black, fell from the arena. Even his heart had been carbonized. He was dead without any need for treatment.
Not even a single blow! The thirteenth prince floated down the stage, surrounded by arcs of electricity. He turned to look in Du Feng's direction. His provocation was obvious.
What was going on? Did the people of Rongtian Nation not get along? Everyone was suspicious. They began to guess the relationship between the seventh prince and the thirteenth prince. As for the participants from Rongtian Nation, not only did they know that the two were not on good terms, but they also knew that the thirteenth prince had joined White Tiger Hall.
Bastard! Elder Tang slammed the armrest of his chair. He looked at the arrogant thirteenth prince and then at the proud White Tiger Hall Chief. He could only swallow his anger. The ranking of the tournament would affect the distribution of resources. He didn't want the White Tiger Hall to take all the good stuff.
Several people from second-tier countries had performed well this time. For example, Murong Mansha from Ni Shang Nation. Her every movement gave off the feeling of a fairy descending to the mortal world. She didn't have much strength and wasn't very fast. However, the other party had lost to her without even realizing it. Even when he got off the stage, he didn't know why. Even Du Yu 'er was a little jealous of her beautiful movements.
Although the Blue Peacock Beast's rank was the same as the Jade Peacock's, it was actually ranked lower. He didn't know what kind of combat skill Murong Mansha had practiced, but her strength was actually so strong. Her movements were so beautiful that she had captured the souls of many of her fellow apprentices.
I can't let Yu 'er know that Murong Mansha's' Little Wisdom Ruler Art 'was taught by me, otherwise, this woman will definitely be jealous. Du Feng shrunk his neck, looking a little guilty. Fortunately, Murong Mansha was busy with the competition and taking care of the Rainbow Nation's newcomers, so she did not come over to greet him.
Next up, Du Feng and Du Hao went all out. Both of them won with one move. The only difference was that Du Feng usually didn't hurt people. Once he made a move, his opponent would be convinced of their defeat. On the other hand, Du Hao was ruthless, not giving his opponent a chance to live.
After a few rounds, there were only 999 contestants left. Originally, there were exactly 1000 contestants, but due to some special circumstances, someone withdrew from the competition. This way, one person would directly enter the top 500. To enter the top 500, one would have the qualifications to become a disciple of the Qingyang Sect.
The number plates were drawn one by one. Everyone held their breath, wanting to know who would be the lucky one.
"Number 3661, Yin Cuicui, a bye!"
When the name was announced, the whole audience exploded. This name was announced tomorrow. Because her number was so far behind, no one even noticed whether she had participated in the previous rounds. How could she suddenly enter the top 1000, and then enter the top 500 after a bye? Didn't that mean that she had picked up a spot as a disciple of the Qingyang Sect?
This woman had a good trick. Others might not notice whether Yin Cuicui had participated in the previous rounds, but there was one person who was sure that she had not.
Xiao Cui, I didn't expect to see you in the Qingyang Sect. Du Feng was also secretly surprised, because the Yin Cuicui of number 3661 was Xiao Cui from the Hundred Flower House. She had tried her best to curry favor with Duan Qingwu and wanted to enter the Snow Mountain Sect, but in the end, she was ruined by him. He didn't expect that she had used some unknown means to sneak into the Qingyang Sect. He didn't see her in the square before, so she must have directly entered the top 500.
Of course, entering the top 500 did not mean that she would definitely become a disciple of the Qingyang Sect. In case she was accidentally killed in the next round, the spot would automatically be vacant. However, with Yin Cuicui's style, it was very likely that she would directly forfeit the next round, and steadily stay in the 500th place until the end of the competition.
"What's wrong, Seventh Prince, are you not happy to see your old lover?"
Just as Du Feng was in a daze, a charming figure swayed her waist and walked towards him. What he feared had really come. After Murong Mansha arranged things on the other side, she finally came to say hello.
Old lover, what old lover? Du Yu 'er was like a frightened bird, immediately raising her vigilance. What did she mean, who was Seventh Brother's old lover? Was it Xiao Cui, who Seventh Brother often went to the Hundred Flower House to find, or this coquettish woman in front of her?
"Little Brother was confused for a moment, Cousin, please don't cancel it. Yu 'er, let me introduce you, this is Second Uncle's niece, our cousin Murong Mansha. "
Du Feng hurriedly dodged the matter and stated that they were relatives. Otherwise, if the entanglement continued, there would be a peacock war between the two of them.
"That guy called Du Feng, hurry up and accept your death. You people from the Rong Tian Nation all deserve to die!"
Murong Mansha was about to continue speaking, but she was interrupted by a loud roar from the arena. This person's voice was very loud, specifically calling for Du Feng to come up and accept his death. Looking at his attire, it was obvious that he was from the West Continent City of the Blue Dragon Nation. Why were all these bearded fellows so barbaric?
This person was called Chilhart, and he was tall and sturdy. He also wore a white headscarf and had a full beard on his face. Because his younger brother was killed by the Thirteenth Prince Du Hao, he hated the people of the Rong Tian Nation to the core. Just now, when he saw that his opponent was Du Feng, he was overjoyed. Since Du Hao killed my younger brother, then I will kill his older brother to take revenge.
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