Overall, the rules of this ranking competition were not much different from the regional competition. The only difference was that there were two more people advancing.
Following that, the chief examiner announced the first match.
"Fifth group, first round, first match, Zhao Xinyi versus Jing Ke!"
As soon as the announcement was made, everyone in the fifth group was in an uproar. Immediately after, a man wearing a sleeveless black shirt beside Lin Yun suddenly felt his legs go soft. He fell to the ground and muttered, "It's over, it's over! It's over, it's over! "
Needless to say, Lin Yun also knew that this person should be Zhao Xinyi.
"He actually met an opponent of this level. This Zhao Xinyi is really unlucky …"
"Zhao Xinyi is a disciple of the Alliance Martial House. His cultivation has reached the sixth level. Wu Huang is our Alliance Martial House's genius that only appears once in a hundred years!"
"What a pity, he actually met Jing Ke. Although Jing Ke's cultivation is not the highest among the 12 direct disciples, he is still the most difficult to deal with."
Whether it was the disciples of the Alliance Martial House or the Main Union, everyone could understand the fear in Zhao Xinyi's heart.
After all, within the 12 sects, the disciples of the Assassination Sect had always been famous for their ability to draw blood.
However, today, he could rest assured. This was because the rules of the ranking competition had already stated that no killing moves were allowed.
If the chief examiner discovered that a contestant's life was in danger, he would immediately stop the match and use his own judgment to announce the winner of the match.
After a moment, under the urging of the chief examiner, Zhao Xinyi also trembled as he stepped onto the stage.
At this moment, his opponent had already appeared on the stage. It was the direct disciple of the Assassination Sect – Jing Ke!
Jing Ke's body was very slender, like a bamboo pole. However, his stature was very short, not even five feet tall. However, this was also related to his hunched back.
Jing Ke's face was covered with a black mask and he wore black tights. Only his pair of eyes, which were as sharp as an eagle's, appeared in everyone's eyes.
"So strange … he's clearly standing there, but when I close my eyes and use my divine sense to sense him, I can't feel his presence at all!"
"Not to mention divine sense … He didn't release even the slightest bit of aura."
"I heard that this is an expert who has reached the Level 9 Wu Huang Intermediate Stage. Fortunately, Zhao Xinyi encountered him now. Otherwise, we would be in big trouble!"
Some people were happy, but there were also people who were worried.
The rest of the people were rejoicing. After all, if they did not encounter Jing Ke in this round, the chances of them encountering him in the next round would be smaller. At least they would be able to survive this round.
After all, other than the direct disciple of the Weapon Refining Sect, Zhao Xue Feng, and the chief core disciple of Excalibur, Jian Yan, no one else dared to say that they were Jing Ke's match.
On the stage, Zhao Xinyi's legs were trembling. After all, the opponent in front of him was a direct disciple.
A moment later, Zhao Xinyi suppressed the fear in his heart and pulled out the broadsword at his waist.
"One move, I only need one move. If you can withstand this move of mine, I will take the initiative to admit defeat. " Jing Ke's voice was very soft, like the squeaking of a mouse. However, it was clearly transmitted to everyone's ears, causing them to shudder.
As he spoke, Jing Ke also raised his right hand. Between the fingers of his right hand, there were three flying daggers that were only the length of a finger.
"These words are …"
Before Zhao Xinyi could finish speaking, the chief examiner had already announced the start of the competition.
Just as the chief examiner's voice fell, Jing Ke suddenly waved his right hand.
In an instant, a flying dagger flew out of his hand like lightning. With the speed of a sudden clap of thunder, it shot straight towards Zhao Xinyi.
The speed of the flying dagger was extremely fast, reaching nearly ten times the speed of sound. Zhao Xinyi concentrated, not daring to relax for even a moment.
In the nick of time, he narrowly dodged the flying dagger. The flying dagger brushed past his shoulder and directly shot backwards.
However, Zhao Xinyi, who had dodged the flying dagger, suddenly let out a blood-curdling scream.
From his chest, two clouds of blood burst out, one on his left chest and the other on his right. Immediately after, he fell backwards onto the ground, his entire body motionless.
The chief examiner only glanced at him from afar before directly announcing the result.
"First round, first match, Jing Ke wins!"
This result immediately caused the entire arena to fall into a deathly silence. Everyone revealed an expression of disbelief.
They looked at the unconscious Zhao Xinyi who had fallen to the ground, then looked at Jing Ke who had already walked down from the arena. They could not help but be in an uproar.
"What happened? Didn't this Zhao Xinyi already dodge his flying dagger? "
"How could this be? There's a wound on Zhao Xinyi's chest. What the hell is going on?"
"The level six Wu Huang was actually defeated in one move? And he didn't even have time to react! Direct disciples are really terrifyingly strong! "
Everyone present was dumbfounded. They could not understand what had happened. Even the Martial House Master of the Alliance Martial House frowned. Even they could not clearly see what had happened.
All of this had happened too suddenly, too strangely.
"Jiang Yun, did you see it clearly?" Xiahou Yang asked Lin Yun who was beside him.
Lin Yun's expression was calm as he said, "It's just a smokescreen."
Lin Yun's tone carried a hint of contempt. Xiahou Yang asked, puzzled, "Smokescreen?"
"Jing Ke's martial soul appeared behind him just now. It was a translucent flying dagger, but it seemed to have fused with the air. I didn't pay attention, so it's normal that I didn't see it."
"Martial soul? How is that possible? I didn't even see it! " Xiahou Yang could not believe it. Could it be that he, a half-step Wu Sheng, could not see it, but Lin Yun was able to see it so clearly?
"His martial soul has the ability to make objects transparent. The flying dagger he threw just now wasn't one, but three."
"He only used his martial soul's ability to make two of the flying daggers transparent. As for the flying dagger that wasn't transparent, it was only a feint to attract the enemy's attention. The real trump card was the two transparent flying daggers. "
"Zhao Xinyi's attention was focused on the flying dagger that wasn't transparent. As for the other two flying daggers that were hidden, he naturally did not notice them. That's why he was hit."
Lin Yun's words also attracted everyone's attention.
Everyone thought that it was one of the elders of the Sacred Alliance speaking with confidence and assurance, but when they turned around, they discovered that it was just a little brat from the late-stage level four Wu Huang. They couldn't help but reveal looks of disdain.
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