On the fifth ring, Lin Xuan versus Jin Xu.
"Hehe, kid, consider yourself unlucky to meet me!" Jin Xu laughed wildly, "If you were willing to admit defeat, perhaps you would suffer less!"
Lin Xuan was expressionless, carrying a dark red greatsword on his back. He looked at Jin Xu and said, "You talk too much nonsense."
"Kid, since you want to die, I'll fulfill your wish!" Jin Xu was furious. He slapped his scabbard and the longsword came out. His whole body turned into a ray of light, rushing towards Lin Xuan.
"Good sword technique!" Lin Xuan raised his eyebrows, "As expected of a disciple who passed the first round, your skills are indeed extraordinary. This sword technique already has a hint of sword force, incomparably sharp."
Before the sword arrived, the sword qi had already arrived.
Lin Xuan was as still as a mountain. When the tip of the sword was about to arrive, he suddenly made a move. As fast as lightning, his palm slapped the sword body.
Suddenly, the longsword that was stabbing towards Lin Xuan deviated by three centimeters. Lin Xuan did not stop. He flipped his palm, clasped his fingers, and flicked the sword body.
Ding!
A clear sound rang out. A fierce force traveled along the sword body to Jin Xu's arm.
As if hit by a heavenly hammer, Jin Xu's palm cracked. The longsword flew out of his hand and shattered in the air, scattering on the ground.
You! Jin Xu held his right hand and retreated. There was no longer any arrogance in his eyes. He finally understood why Lin Xuan was expressionless. It was because the two of them were not on the same level.
"I lost …" He seemed to have lost his strength.
"Number 135 wins!" The referee's voice rang out.
"What happened? Why is it over? "Those who looked at the second ring asked, wanting to know what happened.
"What? Flicking the longsword with a finger and injuring Jin Xu? Are you kidding? Jin Xu is the eighty-eighth disciple! "
"No, I must watch number 135's next match!"
Just as those disciples were discussing, a deafening shout came from the fifth ring.
"Senior Brother Lin is mighty!"
"Brother Xuan is handsome!"
"Brother Xuan took first place in one go!"
…
The spectator stands near the fifth arena were filled with Southern District disciples. There were also some disciples who often sparred with Lin Xuan. When they saw that Lin Xuan had won in one move, they all cheered.
Apart from the core members of the three factions and the four heroes of the outer sanctum, few disciples could win so many cheers. Many disciples turned their heads to watch.
"Hmph, looks like that trash is very popular!" Yan Kong sneered.
"Don't worry about him. He won't amount to much. Our goal is to suppress the combat group!" Jiang Yulong didn't care about Lin Xuan at all.
Lin Xuan returned to the resting area. At this moment, the battle on stage number two had yet to end. The Battle Group disciples wielding battle sabers and the Divine Might Group disciples wielding longswords were locked in battle.
The two figures were as fast as ghosts, and the sky was filled with their afterimages. Ordinary disciples simply couldn't see what was happening, and only some of the stronger disciples were able to catch their movements.
Lin Xuan was naturally able to see their movements. He also realized that although the Divine Might Group disciples' sword techniques were elegant, they were surrounded by their opponents. Within ten moves, they would be defeated.
"Congratulations, the Battle Group disciples are about to win." Lin Xuan said to Tang Yu with a smile.
Tang Yu mischievously winked and didn't say anything. However, the Divine Might Group disciples nearby couldn't bear to listen.
"Brat, what do you know? How dare you spout nonsense! "
"That's right. Can you see the battle on stage clearly?"
"In order to please a beauty, you dare to lie with your eyes wide open! I despise you! "
Those disciples didn't think that Lin Xuan could see the battle on stage clearly, let alone determine who won and who lost. However, after seven moves, these people almost bit off their tongues.
The Divine Might Group disciples had indeed lost. Moreover, after Lin Xuan finished speaking, they immediately lost.
"Damn it, crow's beak!"
"Brat, if you dare to spout nonsense again, I'll teach you a lesson!" The Divine Might Group disciples glared fiercely at Lin Xuan.
Lin Xuan shook his head helplessly and ignored them. At this moment, he was recalling the battle on stage two. These elite disciples were indeed not weak. Every one of them was very strong. He had also gained some experience from the battle.
More than a hundred disciples took turns to battle on stage. All kinds of moves were used. The spectating disciples cheered and exclaimed in satisfaction. Finally, the first round of the competition ended.
Other than the top ten disciples in the first round who didn't need to compete, half of the 130 disciples won and moved on to the second round. As there were sixty-five people competing, one person would get a bye.
Those disciples who advanced closed their eyes and prayed silently, praying that they would get a bye.
"Yin Qingyi, you get a bye this round!" The square-faced middle-aged man's voice rang out.
"Ah!" Yin Qingyi's mouth was half open. She had a surprised expression on her face. The others were extremely disappointed.
"Congratulations on successfully advancing!" Lin Xuan said with a smile.
"Thank, thank you, Senior Brother Lin," Yin Qingyi said with a red face.
"Next, this is the second round of the competition. Number 135 against number 49! "
"Such a big gap. Looks like it's going to be a blitz battle!" Some spectators said unhappily.
Lin Xuan didn't expect to be the first to go up. However, it was good. After the competition, he could return to the resting area to watch the others compete. Thinking of this, he stood up and carried his dark red sword on his back. Then, he slowly walked up to the stage.
"F * ck, this is the guy who cursed our Divine Might Group. Senior Brother Xue, teach him a lesson!" The disciples of the Divine Might Group shouted.
"Senior Brother Xue, beat him!" Countless disciples in the spectator stands were shouting.
Xue Huaqing walked leisurely and enjoyed the cheers from the spectator stands. He knew that the cheers belonged to him.
However, out of his expectations, a wave of unusual cheers sounded out from the nearby arena, and it was like the waves of the sea, each wave louder than the last.
"Senior Brother Lin, do your best. I have faith in you!"
"Beat him to death. You must beat him to death! Lin Xuan, beat him to death with your sword! "
"Brother Xuan, we support you. The disciples of the Southern District are with you!"
That voice was so loud that it wasn't any weaker than the Divine Might Group's. Many disciples who had advanced couldn't help but look over.
"Hehe, I didn't expect that other than the three major powers, there would be someone with such a reputation. I'm looking forward to it!" Near the golden spectator stands, a youth in black laughed.
"What, you want to rope him in?" The youth beside him said.
"I'm just looking." The youth in black didn't say much. Instead, he looked at the stage.
"Kid, looks like there are many people supporting you. I wonder if they will be sad when you are defeated?" Xue Huaqing sneered. In his opinion, Lin Xuan dared to steal his limelight. He was simply courting death.
"I finally know why you all want to join the Divine Might Group." Lin Xuan said expressionlessly.
"Why?" Xue Huaqing asked subconsciously.
"Because you are all idiots. Will you die if you don't talk nonsense when fighting?" Lin Xuan rolled his eyes.
"Very well, kid. I'm officially informing you now that I'm angry!" Xue Huaqing said coldly. "The consequence is that you have to leave lying down!"
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