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. He turned into a ray of light and rushed 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 immovable as a mountain. When the sword was about to arrive, he suddenly made a move. His palm was as fast as lightning and slapped the sword.
Suddenly, the longsword that was stabbing towards Lin Xuan deviated by three centimeters. Lin Xuan did not stop. He flipped his palm, clasped his ten fingers and flicked the sword.
Ding!
A clear sound rang out. A fierce force flowed along the sword and into Jin Xu's arm.
As if hit by a heavenly hammer, Jin Xu's palm cracked. The longsword flew out of his hand and broke into several pieces 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!"
… …
On the stands near the fifth ring, all the disciples of the Southern District sat. There were also some disciples who often sparred with Lin Xuan. When they saw that Lin Xuan won in one move, they cheered.
Other than the core members of the three major powers and the four heroes of the outer sect, there were very few disciples who 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 clearly. Moreover, he also discovered that although the Divine Might Group's disciples' swordsmanship was graceful, they were surrounded by their opponents. Most likely, they would be defeated within ten moves.
"Congratulations, the disciples of the battle group are about to win," Lin Xuan said to Tang Yu with a smile.
Tang Yu winked mischievously and didn't say anything. However, the Shen Wei Group's disciples nearby couldn't bear to listen any longer.
"Brat, what do you know? How dare you spout nonsense! "
"That's right. Can you see the competition clearly?"
"In order to please a beauty, you actually dare to lie through your teeth! I despise you! "
Those disciples didn't think that Lin Xuan would be able to see the match clearly, let alone determine who won and who lost. But after seven moves, these people almost bit off their tongues.
The Divine Might Group's disciple had indeed lost. Moreover, he had lost immediately after Lin Xuan finished speaking.
"Damn it, jinx!"
"Brat, if you dare to spout nonsense again, I'll teach you a lesson!" The Divine Might Group's disciples glared fiercely at Lin Xuan.
Lin Xuan shook his head helplessly and ignored them. At this moment, he was recalling the battle in the second arena. These elite disciples were indeed good. 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 in the arena. All kinds of moves were used. The spectating disciples cheered and exclaimed in satisfaction. Finally, the first round of the competition was over.
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'll get a bye this round!" The middle-aged square-faced man's voice rang out.
"Ah!" Yin Qingyi's mouth was half open. She had a shocked expression on her face. The others were extremely disappointed.
"Congratulations, you've advanced successfully!" 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 another 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 the dark red greatsword on his back. Then, he slowly walked up to the arena.
"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 strolled leisurely, enjoying the cheers from the spectator stands. He knew that the cheers belonged to him.
However, to his surprise, an unusual cheer sounded from the arena not far away. It was like the waves of the sea, each wave louder than the last.
"Senior Brother Lin, go for it. I have faith in you!"
"Kill him, you must kill him! Lin Xuan, kill him with your greatsword! "
"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 arena.
"Kid, looks like there are many people supporting you. I wonder if they'll be sad when you're 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're all idiots. Will you die if you don't talk nonsense during a fight?" Lin Xuan rolled his eyes.
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