"Another person is losing consecutively. How many is this?"
"Including Yun Ping and Pei Shaoxuan, there are already ten. The people fighting today are too strong."
"Indeed, they have figured out all our moves. Damn it! If this goes on, it will be very difficult to win sixty matches."
The matches continued. Aside from the cultivators who still had trump cards up their sleeves, the other outstanding talents ended up in a miserable state.
They did not even manage to win ten matches. Some even lost eighteen matches in a row.
The atmosphere of the arena became even more horrifying.
The gray-robed old man said expressionlessly, "Number 56, Ding Fengchou."
Ding Fengchou's figure floated up and landed on the wrestling ring. He cupped his hands and said, "Heavenly Sword Gate's Ding Fengchou seeks everyone's guidance."
"Ding Fengchou is finally coming up. He better not lose. I bet fifty or sixty thousand Medial Grade Spirit Stones on him."
"Me too. Don't be like Pei Shaoxuan. Otherwise, we won't even be able to cry."
"That should not be the case. The Heavenly Gate Defensive Sword Technique is not clear. Furthermore, he has grasped the technique of using Qi as a sword."
When the spectators saw Ding Fengchou enter the wrestling ring, they started discussing him. After all, the number of people who bet on him was much higher than Pei Shaoxuan's.
"Bang!"
A middle-aged cultivator wearing Battle Armor landed firmly on the ground. He waved his hand and three palm-sized pagoda shields flew out and danced around him.
"I, Mo Yan, am here to seek advice from you."
When Ding Fengchou saw the three small pagoda shields, he frowned slightly. Based on the aura of the shields, they seemed to be Medial Grade defensive Secret Treasures.
"Using Qi as a sword!"
Ding Fengchou shouted and eighteen Qi swords appeared behind him. He pointed forward with two fingers. "Ding dang!
Ding dang! "
There was a series of clanging sounds as the three-palm-sized shield flew up, down, left and right, blocking all the Sword Qi one meter away from Mo Yan's body.
Ding Fengchou's expression sank. He could not help but increase his speed. The angle at which he attacked also became more crafty. However, the shields seemed to be able to sense danger automatically.
No matter where the Qi sword came from, from above, left, right, or turning, it would be able to block the sharp Qi sword at the last moment.
"Since I cannot find an opening, then I will make one. Using Qi as a sword, merge!" Ding Fengchou could not help but become angry after attacking for a long time.
A surging sword intent rushed into the sky from Ding Fengchou's body. There seemed to be countless sword hums in the air, creating a strong wind as they danced around wildly.
The eighteen Qi Swords merged into one and pierced toward Mo Yan.
Clang clang!
With a thought from Mo Yan, one of the palm-sized shields instantly grew to over two meters tall and one meter wide, covering his entire body.
The Qi sword pierced the tower shield, causing clanging sounds. Sparks flew in all directions, and a surging sword intent surged.
Mo Yan, who was one meter behind the tower shield, was forming hand seals with both hands. His expression did not look relaxed, and his feet were firmly planted on the ground.
Huchi Huchi!
The sword intent was vast and mighty, like a gushing river. Ding Fengchou controlled the Qi sword over and over again, sending it crashing into the tower shield.
Every time the tower shield crashed into the tower shield, it kicked up a strong wind. The sword hummed in the wind, giving off a 'wu wu' sound.
The strong sword intent seemed very solid. As the strong wind tried to merge with it, it seemed like it was trying to invade Mo Yan's body.
However, they were all blocked by the other two palm-sized shields.
"Interesting. Still not breaking? State of massacre, merge! "
Ding Fengchou snorted coldly, and the Qi sword immediately turned scarlet. An aura of massacre quickly spread throughout the place.
In an instant, the air seemed to solidify. Ding Fengchou's aura rose to another level.
"Bang!"
The scarlet Qi sword pierced the tower shield violently. There was a loud sound, and Mo Yan was knocked back a hundred meters along with the tower shield.
"Boom!"
After Mo Yan landed, the force of the sword was transmitted to the ground, creating a huge pit. Although Mo Yan was pale, he did not suffer any major injuries.
When Gao Yangyu saw all this, he smiled faintly and said, "It is useless. A regular Medial Grade Secret Treasure would not be able to block your sword. However, when combined with the Mo Clan's special Secret Technique, breaking it will be as difficult as ascending to heaven."
When the spectators saw the fight enter a stalemate, they all started to feel anxious.
Even the drumbeats, which normally sounded very passionate, sounded very irritating. "Bang! Bang!
Bang! "
Ding Fengchou executed all sorts of killing moves. Like a torrential storm, he forced Mo Yan to retreat continuously. A horrifying sword intent spread throughout the place.
This increased the might of each sword strike by at least twenty percent. However, Mo Yan defended like a tortoise.
The three shields moved up and down, changing sizes as they blocked Ding Fengchou's killing moves.
"Ka ca!"
Ding Fengchou sheathed his sword and heaved a sigh of relief. He wiped away the sweat on his forehead and sighed, "Never mind, you can go down. This match is considered a draw."
Ding Fengchou had already attacked for four hours. However, his opponent's defense was simply too shocking. If this continued, he would exhaust too much Essence. He would have to give up on the remaining seventeen matches.
Ding Fengchou could only helplessly choose a draw. This person was here to deal with his Defensive Sword. He was indeed not easy to deal with.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Up in the tall tower, Gao Yangyu laughed heartily. After Ding Fengchou said this, he had earned another six million Medial Grade Spirit Stones.
"Congratulations, City Lord. You have earned another six million Medial Grade Spirit Stones," a few old men stood up and congratulated.
Gao Yangyu could not hide the smile on his face. He said in high spirits, "The next person with consecutive victories seems to be Jiang Zimo. How much did he bet?"
"It is less than Ding Fengchou's. However, it is still three million."
Gao Yangyu said sullenly, "The Non-Phase Divine Technique is indeed difficult to deal with. However, it should not be a problem if I spend some resources on him."
Ding Fengchou's consecutive victories came to an end. However, he won the remaining seventeen matches. He had a total of sixty-three victories.
Given this, regardless of the results of the matches tomorrow and the day after, Ding Fengchou had obtained the qualifications to appear in the first round.
The spectators all felt that it was a pity. If Ding Fengchou had not ended in a draw in his first match, he might have broken the record of sixty consecutive victories.
The sound of cursing in the crowd was even louder than when Pei Shaoxuan lost. This was because there were simply too many people who bet on Ding Fengchou.
In the end, Ding Fengchou did not even manage to obtain fifty consecutive victories. He fell on the forty-seventh match. The people who bet on him had lost everything.
When Ding Fengchou passed by Jiang Zimo, he said, "The sixty consecutive victories will depend on you. The endurance of your Non-Phase Divine Technique is sufficient for you to continue smiling proudly."
Jiang Zimo shook his head and smiled, "It will be difficult. My Non-Phase Divine Technique wins by endurance, but it also loses by endurance."
After a few matches, Jiang Zimo entered the arena. His first opponent was a hundred-year-old old man with extremely dense Essence.
When Jiang Zimo felt this person's aura, his heart sank slightly. The old man's greatest advantage was that every one of his palm strikes contained a hundred percent of its might. However, he only exhausted ten percent of his Essence.
Thus, if an ordinary person fought with him and went all out, he would exhaust his Essence in no time. However, he would still have an abundance of Essence.
This was the strangeness of the Non-Phase Divine Technique. It was one of the three Inferior Grade Heaven Ranked Cultivation Techniques of the Myriad Fiend Palace.
However, this old man who had lived for an unknown period of time was very problematic.
The other party might be lacking in everything, but he definitely would not lack Essence. "Bang! Bang!
Bang! "
After the two greeted each other, they immediately started fighting. They clashed head-on, exchanging blows with each other. Both of them used their full strength.
Strong Essence surged in the dueling ring. Every time the palm winds clashed, a huge pit would appear in the dueling ring.
Intense explosions rang out incessantly, completely suppressing the sound of the towering war drums.
The two fought tirelessly. The might of the palm winds that erupted from the two were about equal. The only thing that mattered was who could exhaust their Essence first.
After a thousand moves, the shock waves of the two's battle riddled the vast arena with holes. There was not a single place that was unscathed.
The old man's complexion slowly paled. His strength seemed to run out.
As for Jiang Zimo, his face did not turn red, and he did not pant. There was no change in him at all. The air buzzed from the palm winds, but the might did not weaken at all.
"Bang!"
The two exchanged another palm strike. This time, they were not evenly matched. The old man was knocked back several dozen steps, but Jiang Zimo only took three steps back.
"You can't hold on anymore? Again!"
Jiang Zimo smiled faintly and flew forward. Then, he sent a palm strike at the old man's chest.
The palm wind was still as sharp as before; its might did not weaken at all. With one palm strike, the old man vomited blood and was defeated.
The second match continued. In the end, another old man over a hundred years old appeared. Jiang Zimo smiled bitterly. After exchanging a thousand moves with him …
The other party's Essence was exhausted. He could no longer keep up with Jiang Zimo's might and was defeated in one move.
The third match continued. The one who appeared was another old man over a hundred years old. His aura was deep and drawn-out. With one look, it was clear that he was a cultivator with rich Essence.
Jiang Zimo exchanged another thousand moves with him. His opponent's Essence could no longer keep up, and Jiang Zimo defeated him again.
The fourth match continued. The one who appeared was another old man over a hundred years old.
When Jiang Zimo saw the old man's relaxed expression, his lips twitched slightly. He felt extremely depressed in his heart.
Although Jiang Zimo had expected that the other party would find many cultivators with rich Essence to take turns fighting him, he had not expected Gao Yangyu to be so disgusting.
However, Jiang Zimo did not expect Gao Yangyu to be so disgusting. He actually looked for old fellows who were over a hundred years old. Every time they fought, it would take more than a thousand moves.
No matter how powerful the Phaseless Divine Art was, he would tire himself to death if this went on.
Jiang Zimo waved his hand helplessly and said, "You may go down. I admit defeat for this match."
When the old man heard this, he heaved a sigh of relief. He smiled and said, "Many thanks, Little Friend. I am just a bag of old bones. It will be even harder for me to endure a thousand moves than for you youths."
After forty-nine consecutive victories, Jiang Zimo did not manage to reach fifty consecutive victories. Another mournful wail resounded in the crowd.
As long as Jiang Zimo passed fifty consecutive victories, he would be able to obtain some money.
It was just that the payout was small. Who knew that Jiang Zimo would not be able to make it past the final step despite being so close?
After that, Mu Xinya appeared. The crowd rekindled their last hope. Mu Xinya was as famous as Jiang Zimo. Perhaps she would be able to obtain fifty or even sixty consecutive victories.
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