In the central square of the Hidden Dragon Fortress!
Yu Haoran raised his head and looked at the list that had changed again. A look of anticipation appeared in his eyes.
Firstly, he hoped that in the second round of the semi-finals, Qin Lingfei and the others would not encounter opponents that were too strong, nor would there be any internal strife. It would be best if they could smoothly enter the finals and then obtain the blessing of the hidden dragon providence.
Second of all, he hoped that the list would give Wu Zhengjun a different treatment based on his results in the arena.
After all, Wu Zhengjun was the only contestant left in arena number 82. Even if he directly advanced to the finals, it was reasonable for him to receive the blessing of the Hidden Dragon Luck in advance.
As the changes in the list above the square gradually calmed down, Yu Haoran was surprised at first. Then, he could not help but sigh softly.
The results of the second round of the semi-finals were just as he expected. Qin Lingfei, Yu Siqi, The Sword Without Trace, Kang Jung-ah, and Wu Zhengjun were all assigned to different arenas.
However, Wu Zhengjun's hope of directly advancing to the finals was ultimately shattered because he didn't encounter an opponent that was too strong.
"Be careful, my husband!" Seeing the results of her group, Qin Lingfei reminded her before she left. "You're in the 23rd arena.
"Xiao Ran, don't be careless!" Yu Siqi, who was heading to arena number 35, reminded her before she left.
"Junior Brother Yu, good luck!" The Sword Without Trace, who was heading to arena number 50, encouraged him with a smile.
"Yu, don't let me down!" Kang Jung-ah, who was forcefully brought to Yu Haoran by The Sword Without Trace, was soft-hearted in the end. However, she still insisted.
"Yu Shixiong, I'll go first!" After saying goodbye, Wu Zhengjun turned and went straight to arena number 79.
After saying goodbye to everyone, Yu Haoran waved his sleeves and went back to arena number 8.
That's right, for the second round of the semi-finals, he was still assigned to arena number eight.
Yu Haoran glanced at the nine opponents on the eighth ring and began to look for the first suitable target.
The second qualifying round of the semi-finals was also a free-for-all, where the contestants could freely choose an opponent suitable for them to attack.
However, the difference between this and the first round was that the ranking battle had to be a one-on-one battle. After the battle, regardless of whether the opponent won or lost, lived or died, they could not continue to challenge each other.
Zhao Zixin, a peak ninth grade Martial Saint, hailing from the southern domain's Auspicious Rising City's Zhao Clan. Ranked two hundred and sixty-ninth on the rankings, he was the only one of the nine contestants who had a personal grudge with him in his previous life.
After choosing his first opponent, Yu Haoran stared straight at Zhao Zixin and waited for the announcement to begin.
"Begin!"
The wait was not long. Just as Zhao Zixin was getting goosebumps from being stared at by Yu Haoran, the announcement for the start of the match came from the rankings above the square.
As soon as the announcement for the start of the match sounded, Yu Haoran, who had reached perfection in the Law of Speed, appeared in front of Zhao Zixin in a flash. Using the Ancestral Witch's physical body and the fist art of the Ancestral Witch's inheritance, he sent his opponent flying into the air with a Mountain Breaking Stance.
Zhao Zixin, who was sent flying into the air, was like a kite with a broken string. He spat out blood as he fell heavily onto the hard arena.
The heavy injuries caused by the fist art and the impact of falling onto the arena caused Zhao Zixin to faint.
At this time, the eight contestants on the arena were still observing each other and choosing their opponents.
Zhao Zixin, an expert at the peak of the ninth grade Martial Saint realm, ranked two hundred and sixty-ninth on the rankings, did not even have the chance or strength to resist before he was heavily injured by Yu Haoran. This caused endless panic to surge in the hearts of the other eight participants.
This was because when they were choosing their opponents, they had already analyzed Zhao Zixin's strength in detail. Although five of the contestants were confident that they could defeat Zhao Zixin, they still needed to exchange a few moves before they could do so.
The strength of the other three contestants was at most on par with Zhao Zixin. Whether they would win or lose would only be known after a real battle.
"Hurry up!" After easily defeating Zhao Zixin, Yu Haoran turned his head and looked at the eight contestants on the arena. He found that they were all in a daze and immediately urged them impatiently.
After all, he still wanted to finish the match as soon as possible and then pay attention to the matches of Qin Lingfei and the others.
After hearing Yu Haoran's urging, the eight contestants came back to their senses and looked at each other. They found that there was a trace of hesitation in their eyes.
In the second round of the semi-finals, only one person could qualify for each arena. With the terrifying strength that Yu Haoran had just displayed, even Zhong Tianle, who was ranked the highest on the rankings, did not have the slightest confidence that he could win.
If that was the case, then what was the point of continuing to fight?
However, as the disciples of their respective families who had been carefully nurtured and had the opportunity to control a force in the future, it was not their style to lose before fighting.
Therefore, after a quick exchange of glances and thoughts, the eight contestants made a decision that although did not violate the rules of the competition, it was easy to be ridiculed. That was, they would use the method of tagging along to fight Yu Haoran.
If they still could not defeat Yu Haoran through tagging along, then it would be reasonable for them to admit defeat. After that, they would not be ridiculed and looked down upon by their clansmen.
If they defeated Yu Haoran through tagging along, then they would fight each other for the only place to qualify.
"Zheng Shengjie, peak Ninth Grade Martial Saint, strength of First Tribulation Quasi-Martial Saint, ranked 241st on the rankings."
Since they had already made their decision, the eight elite contestants were not people who dilly-dallied. A contestant whose cultivation and strength were comparable to Zhao Zixin's took the lead and stood out.
Although he did not notice the exchange of glances between the contestants, Yu Haoran could guess what they were planning from the fact that they had given up fighting each other.
Regarding this, he was not angry. Instead, he was very happy that they had made such a quick decision to end the competition.
At the same time, many of the spectators who were watching Yu Haoran's competition were shocked when they saw that the eight contestants on the eighth arena had decided to tag along.
They were shocked by the shamelessness of the eight contestants, as well as Yu Haoran's strength.
"Your Majesty, although the Prince Consort is very powerful, those eight quasi-Martial Exalted level opponents are not weak either."
Seeing Zheng Shengjie take the initiative to stand out, Meng Zhengkai's eyes were filled with worry as he reminded the Emperor.
"Do you think you should discuss with the Seven Lords of the Hidden Dragon Fortress and ask them to come out and take care of this matter?"
"A bunch of clowns. They will not cause any trouble for the Prince Consort, and there is no need to alarm the Seven Lords." While shaking his head to refuse, Emperor Qin said with disdain.
"Sigh!"
Regarding this, Meng Zhengkai could only sigh. Then, he looked worriedly at Yu Haoran on the eighth arena.
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