Three people from the Feng City Sword Sect obtained three hundred points. In addition to the five hundred points they obtained in the first round, they had a total of eight hundred points.
This result could only be considered average among the 18 forces.
The strongest force, the Great Sky Sect, had a total of nine hundred points and was firmly in first place.
In second place was the Lingfeng Family with a total of one thousand seven hundred points.
The sky-pride from the Stormwind Tribe was the external help that the Lingfeng Family had invited.
The third place had a total of one thousand six hundred points, which was double the points of the Feng City Sword Sect.
However, it was still early and nothing was known yet.
Because the next round would be the battles between the seventy-two sky-prides. As long as one was in the top thirty-six, they would obtain two hundred points.
The next round would be a huge change in the points.
At this moment, Qi Ping, Han Feng, and the rest gathered together and glanced coldly at Lu Ming from time to time.
"Brother Han, Mu Yun is too monstrous. If you meet him in the next round, do you have the confidence to deal with him?"
Qi Ping asked softly.
Han Feng's face darkened. He pondered for a while and said, "Looking at the strength he displayed in the battle with Guan Lianbi, I will definitely kill him if he meets me!"
Han Feng said in a low voice and a cold killing intent flashed in his eyes.
Although Lu Ming was strong, he had a special method and was confident that he could kill Lu Ming.
"That's good. It would be great if that kid meets Brother Han in the next round!"
Qi Ping said as he prayed in his heart.
He was really afraid.
With Lu Ming's strength, he would definitely not let him go if he was alive. Qi Ping's life in the Feng City Sword Sect would definitely be tough.
In the past, he was awe-inspiring and could do whatever he wanted. He would never return to those days.
He couldn't accept it.
"Condense!"
At this moment, the judges from the eighteen forces shouted at the same time. They formed seals with their hands and runes filled the air. Then, the eighteen stages started to gather together and formed an even bigger stage.
"Alright, the seventy-two people will continue with the competition!"
"The rules are simple. The seventy-two of you will draw lots. Whoever you draw will fight in pairs!"
The Sect Leader of the Great Sky Sect announced.
This was a classic two-man arena battle. Of course, it also required a bit of luck. If one's luck was bad and they were matched against an expert they couldn't defeat, then they could only blame it on their bad luck.
Next, the Great Sky Grand Hierarch divided the 72 people into two groups. Each group had 36 people. Then, the Great Sky Grand Hierarch carved the names of the 36 people on bamboo sticks. Then, he placed the bamboo sticks into a metal box.
The surface of the metal box was engraved with runes that could isolate spiritual sense, preventing people from peeking at the names inside with their spiritual sense and preventing cheating.
"I've engraved the names of the people on your side. Those who haven't engraved their names, come and draw lots!"
The Great Sky Sect Leader waved his hand and the metal box flew out and floated in the air. He then instructed a group of people to go up and draw lots.
Whoever's name was drawn would be the one to fight.
"I'll go first!"
A purple-robed young man stepped out.
Those whose names were engraved immediately became nervous.
This was because this person was the peerless sky-pride that the Great Sect had invited from the Ziying Tribe. His strength was unfathomable and he was a strong contender for first place.
No one wanted to be drawn by him. Even if there were other sky-prides who were as strong as him, now was not the time for the final battle. If they were defeated, they would not be able to earn many points.
Under the nervous gazes of the crowd, the sky-pride of the Ziying Tribe took out a bamboo stick from the metal box.
"An Ce!"
The young man from the Ziying Tribe said slowly.
The face of the young man called An Ce instantly turned pale.
"How unlucky!"
An Ce sighed inwardly.
"Come, let's fight!"
The sky-pride of the Ziying Tribe stepped onto the fighting ring with a heroic spirit.
"I admit defeat!"
An Ce admitted defeat directly. There was no need for him to fight.
He was only a ninth-level Divine Lord. The difference between him and the sky-pride of the Ziying Tribe was too great. Even if he gave it his all, he would not stand a chance.
Moreover, there were no rules that forbade him from killing his opponent. If the sky-pride of the Ziying Tribe wanted to kill him, he would be wronged.
Hence, he admitted defeat.
In this way, the sky-pride of the Ziying Tribe easily won the battle and entered the 36th place. This gave the Great Sky Sect another 200 points.
The Great Sky Sect's points exceeded 2000 points.
"I'll do it!"
At this moment, another young man stepped forward.
The crowd was shocked. This person was the sky-pride of the Stormwind Tribe.
He was also someone who had the ability to fight for first place.
He had also drawn a ninth-level Divine Lord. That person also admitted defeat.
Next, the sky-prides went up one by one to draw lots.
Under normal circumstances, as long as the difference between the two parties was not too great, they would choose to fight.
This was because this was the elimination round and not the group stage. If they lost, they still had a chance.
Once they lost in the elimination round, they would not have a chance.
Intense battles took place one after another.
Of course, many people would admit defeat decisively once they were no match for their opponents.
After all, they were only hired external help. They just had to try their best. There was no need to risk their lives.
Soon, half of the 36 battles were over.
"Mu Yun!"
At this moment, a young man drew a bamboo stick and called out Mu Yun's name.
The young man did not look too good.
He knew about Lu Ming's combat strength. However, he was only a ninth-level Divine Lord. If he encountered Lu Ming, he would be in danger.
Swoosh!
Lu Ming was very decisive. He took a step out and landed on the battle stage.
That young man gritted his teeth and also landed on the battle stage.
"Brother Mu, your strength really makes me admire. I want to exchange a few moves with Brother Mu. How about we stop when it's appropriate?"
The young man said.
Many people smiled knowingly.
Very clearly, this person was wary of Lu Ming's strength, but did not wish to give up like this. He wanted to give it a try. Hence, he said this to leave a way out for himself.
"Of course!"
Lu Ming said with a smile.
He had no enmity with the other party. As long as he won, it was enough. There was no need to shout and kill.
Whoosh!
That young man moved, charging toward Lu Ming like a streak of divine light. His speed was very fast.
Clearly, this person was adept at speed. His offensive power was also very strong. His attacks were like a storm, endless, making it impossible to guard against.
This was also the reason why he wanted to give it a try.
Even those stronger than him in a head-on clash would be defeated by him if careless.
However, he was destined to miscalculate when facing Lu Ming.
Swoosh! Swoosh!
Sword light appeared in Lu Ming's hand. He instantly slashed out a thousand swords, filling the sky with sword light.
The sword light that filled the sky enveloped the other party. The other party's attack was instantly broken. His figure retreated explosively, retreating all the way to the edge of the battle stage before stopping. There were already two additional sword wounds on his body, fresh blood flowing.
"It really won't work!"
The young man secretly shook his head. Then, he cupped his fists and said, "Brother Mu is indeed formidable. I admire you!"
Done talking, he turned around and left the battle stage, taking the initiative to admit defeat.
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