The burly man on the ground felt his chest tighten. He couldn't breathe and felt like he was about to faint. However, at this moment, he suddenly sensed a large snake pouncing towards him. Out of his instincts as a martialist, he moved his hand and placed his Cooked Copper Staff in front of his throat in an attempt to block this large snake.
However, he forgot that the snake's body was very soft. Just as he was about to block the snake, the snake suddenly turned its head and bypassed his copper staff. Then the snake's mouth bit his throat. But then the snake loosened its mouth and didn't bite down.
Zhao Hai retreated to the side. He didn't kill him. Although he was now in the Devil Sect, he didn't necessarily kill everyone in the Devil Sect. If he could have spared his opponent's life and still killed him, then he would leave the impression of being killed by others. Obviously, this would be very disadvantageous to him. After all, they were from the same sect. If you kill your own sect, then no one would like you.
The burly man lying on the ground also caught his breath. He stood up and looked at Zhao Hai. Then he cupped his fist towards Zhao Hai and said, "Thank you, I lost." Then he turned around and jumped off the stage. Zhao Hai just smiled faintly and cupped his fist towards the burly man. Then he turned around and jumped off the stage.
Zhao Hai and the burly man didn't fight for a long time. The two of them only exchanged a few moves. In a flash, the fight was over. This made the people below the stage surprised.
However, all the victors looked at Zhao Hai. Although the fight between Zhao Hai and the burly man was very short, the strength that Zhao Hai displayed made them very surprised. The Snake Fist was very good. It was as if he had practiced it his entire life.
At the same time, they also felt that it was a little strange. They didn't understand why Zhao Hai's Snake Fist was so good. Could it be that this Snake Fist wasn't something he learned after entering the Poison Tree Sect, but something he used before?
They weren't the only ones who thought so, even the cultivator from the Poison Dragon Sect had the same thought. In his opinion, Zhao Hai must have immersed himself in this Snake Fist for many years. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to use it so well.
However, this wasn't what he cared about. Zhao Hai didn't use talismans or pills, he used his own martial arts to defeat his opponent. Although the Poison Tree Sect provided them with martial arts, they had no reason to not allow their disciples to use their own martial arts. Because of this, he didn't care what martial arts Zhao Hai used. He just calmly said, "Next group."
Soon, the second group of people went up to the stage. The result was also quickly revealed. Soon, this round of the competition was over. Now, only 250 people had been defeated.
Then the next round began. Zhao Hai's group was regrouped. In this round, Zhao Hai easily defeated his opponent. Because of this, only 125 people were left.
With an odd number, a lot of people didn't know what to do. At this time, Wu Kai's voice was heard, "You don't need to compete. Everyone else, proceed to the next round." While speaking, he pointed at a winner.
Everyone looked at that person and immediately understood why Wu Kai didn't let him compete. It was because this person was already injured. One of his arms was broken, making him unable to fight. It was clear that even if he competed, he would only lose. Because of this, Wu Kai didn't let him compete.
On the other hand, among the remaining 120 people, Zhao Hai saw a few familiar faces. Shi Yan, Li Tieniu, and Old Zhang were there. Besides these three, there were no other familiar faces among the remaining 120 people.
However, Zhao Hai was able to see two people among the 120 disciples. These two people were very conspicuous. One of them was a monk. His stature wasn't very tall. He wore a red monk's robe. In his hands, he held two double-edged battle axes. These two double-edged battle axes were black, but the edges were all red. It gave people a feeling of murderous intent when they looked at it.
The other person was dressed in black and had a yaksha mask on his face. He was holding a trident in his hand. The trident didn't look special, but when he held it in his hand, coupled with his attire, it made people feel cold all over.
Evil Monk Tu MingLife, Ghost Hand Yaksha Mo Ling! Seeing these two people's attire, Zhao Hai immediately guessed their identity. These two people were at the peak of Qi Refining Level 12. It seems like they were about to reach the Spirit Realm. However, if they didn't have the support of a big sect, then they might be stuck like this for the rest of their lives.
Zhao Hai just glanced at the two people and didn't care. At this time, they were regrouped into groups of ten. Just like before, Zhao Hai's opponent was quickly dealt with. When he jumped down from the arena, he suddenly heard a scream. This scream was somewhat familiar. Zhao Hai turned his head and saw that on the arena, Tu Shengming's double-edged axes were pulled out of Shi Yan's chest. Shi Yan's mouth was spitting out blood. He looked at Tu Shengming with grief and indignation, then his body slowly fell down.
Zhao Hai looked at the fallen Shi Yan, but he didn't feel any sadness. This wasn't because he was cold-blooded, but because he had seen too many deaths. Also, his relationship with Shi Yan was just ordinary. Although they had cooperated before, it was only cooperation. Shi Yan wasn't necessarily a good person. Zhao Hai believed that if he didn't cooperate with Shi Yan and show his extraordinary strength, then Shi Yan would have already killed him.
Moreover, this was their fate. They were rogue cultivators. In order to join a sect, it was unknown how many rogue cultivators would die every year. The dead were already dead, while the living would continue to live as usual.
Looking at the servants on the arena and carrying Shi Yan's body down, Zhao Hai couldn't help but let out a long breath. Then he looked at Tu Shengming. Although he didn't recognize Shi Yan as his friend, no matter what, Shi Yan had helped him. He decided to kill this Tu Shengming to avenge Shi Yan. This could be considered as not letting Shi Yan down.
This round of competition was over quickly, but because the strength of the people in this round was generally improved, there were inevitable casualties. After this round of competition, there should be 60 winners, but in the end, after excluding those who died and those who were injured and couldn't participate in the competition, there were only 40 people left.
Then the next round of competition began. Zhao Hai looked around. This time, the only person he was familiar with was Old Zhang. Li Tieniu was also eliminated, but he didn't die, only injured.
When Zhao Hai drew his lot, his opponent was actually Old Zhang. This made Zhao Hai very surprised, but he didn't say anything. He just stood on the stage and looked at Old Zhang.
When Old Zhang saw Zhao Hai, he stared for a moment. Then he smiled and said, "I didn't think that we would meet here. I won't be merciful. Although I'm now an inner disciple, I still want to become a core disciple. Therefore, Brother Tian, pay attention."
Zhao Hai looked at Old Zhang and smiled faintly. Then he nodded and said, "Me too, pay attention." Then Zhao Hai cupped his fist towards Old Zhang. Then he made a Snake Fist gesture.
Old Zhang also took out his long saber and calmly looked at Zhao Hai. Then he roared and rushed towards Zhao Hai. The long saber in his hand went straight up and down as he slashed towards Zhao Hai.
Zhao Hai's eyes shrunk. This Old Zhang was indeed stronger than Li Tieniu. His saber technique shouldn't have been learned in the sect, it should have been his own. This saber technique looked very simple, but in his hands, it displayed a completely different power. It can be seen that he put a lot of effort into this saber technique.
Zhao Hai's body kept twisting. He wanted to prevent Old Zhang's saber from locking onto him. But it was clear that he failed. Old Zhang's saber was firmly locked onto him. This showed how powerful his saber technique was.
When Zhao Hai saw this, he didn't retreat. Instead, he rushed towards Old Zhang. Old Zhang slashed down with his saber, but Zhao Hai used both of his hands to block Old Zhang's attack.
Old Zhang's saber slashed towards Zhao Hai's hand. Zhao Hai turned his hands and avoided the saber. Then his hands moved like a snake as he bit towards Old Zhang's chest.
Old Zhang's long saber seemed to come alive. It protected him from wind and rain. At the same time, he could attack Zhao Hai. Zhao Hai's Snake Fist had also reached the Dacheng stage. The two fought for more than 50 rounds, but there was no clear winner.
In fact, in the other arenas, there were very few winners and losers. This was because those who were able to reach the top 40 were all experts. It was impossible for them to lose so easily.
Zhao Hai had now seen through Old Zhang's saber technique. Old Zhang's saber technique was very simple. There were only eight moves. But in Old Zhang's hands, these eight moves could be combined and changed at will. It had already reached the point of turning something rotten into something magical. Zhao Hai really couldn't do anything to him for a while.
Slowly, twenty moves passed. In addition to Zhao Hai and Old Zhang, the other people in the arena all had a clear winner and loser. Everyone looked towards Zhao Hai and Old Zhang. Soon, everyone discovered that Zhao Hai and Old Zhang didn't use any profound martial arts. But the two of them were skilled in the word 'essence'. Zhao Hai's Snake Fist had completely grasped the essence of the Snake Fist. His whole body was like a big piece of paper. Old Saber's saber was the same.
After ten moves, Zhao Hai's hands finally caught Old Zhang's arm. Old Zhang's hands couldn't exert any strength, so he lost the match. But he also knew that Zhao Hai didn't want to kill him. So when he stepped down, he cupped his fist towards Zhao Hai. Then he smiled faintly and said, "Thank you, Brother Tian. I hope you can become a core disciple."
Zhao Hai cupped his fist towards Old Zhang and smiled, "Thank you, Brother Zhang." Then he stepped down from the arena.
Next, they were divided into ten groups and killed in pairs. The winner would become a core disciple and the loser would become an inner disciple. Coincidentally, this time Zhao Hai's opponent was the Evil Monk Tu Sheng.
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