The five losers drew lots to choose one of their opponents.
Joan Of Arc directly gave up.
The five winners were Feng Hao, Leng Yu Sen, The Shadow Remnant, Yan Qing, and an Asura Manor student who was no weaker than the Nine Nether Physique. She couldn't defeat any one of them.
The four of them drew lots, and the last one was Samsara.
Hence, Samsara was added to the list of the top three contenders.
The last six contenders were all very strong. In the previous Newcomer Ranking Tournament, almost every one of them had the qualifications to win the first place.
However, the six of them had to fight for a single spot.
Hence, a grand battle was bound to happen.
Thinking about it, the spectators couldn't help but feel their blood boiling, their emotions surging, anticipating the start of the finals.
"Draw lots again."
After the white-haired old man gave the order, someone changed the cardboard box again. Then, the six contenders took turns to draw lots.
Feng Hao wasn't in a hurry. After waiting for Yan Qing to draw her lot, he stepped forward and randomly picked up a ball of paper from the cardboard box.
"Number three."
Yan Qing peeked at the ball and heaved a sigh of relief.
"What's your number?"
Feng Hao asked softly.
Yan Qing giggled as she opened her ball of paper.
"Number six."
"Hehe, you have to be careful later. If you can't win … just admit defeat, understand?"
Feng Hao smiled faintly, once again cautiously reminding her.
The one he was most worried about was Yan Qing. Although she appeared to be very obedient in front of him, Feng Hao understood that she was definitely a wild cat, unruly, willful, and unwilling to admit defeat.
From the time she traveled to the Xilan Kingdom alone to retrieve the King Herb Herb, it was clear that she was very strong-willed.
If it was someone else, Feng Hao wasn't worried. He was afraid that Yan Qing would run into Leng Yu Sen or The Shadow Remnant.
Even he didn't have absolute confidence in these two people. They were also the biggest obstacle to him getting first place.
He absolutely had to get the Dao Enlightenment Land for a year. That way, he would be able to close the gap between him and the Great Sage level as quickly as possible.
"Yes."
Yan Qing responded softly, but a hint of stubbornness flashed in her eyes.
…
The battle had yet to begin, but the atmosphere in the entire arena had slowly become tense. Everyone did not dare to take a deep breath as they stood on the spot, waiting …
"Number One and Number Two, please come on stage."
The white-haired, youthful-faced old man swept his gaze over the six people below the high platform before he once again opened his mouth. His voice was faint, but it was loud and clear. Those standing hundreds of miles away could clearly hear it.
"Shua, shua."
Following two piercing sounds, Samsara and the Asura Manor's student appeared on the stage.
The Asura Manor student's expression instantly changed when he saw this killing god. His expression turned extremely ugly.
"Blood Fiend Purgatory."
Without the slightest hesitation, his body trembled and his eyes turned red. An ominous aura surged and an endless amount of Blood Energy surged out from his body. In just a short moment, the entire stage was enveloped in Blood Energy.
"Creak, creak …"
The blood energy that filled the sky was slowly roiling about, and even the space around it was being corroded. Huge holes were torn open, and it was extremely terrifying. If a person was surrounded by this blood energy, they would definitely be completely corroded.
"Shua."
Following an inaudible sound, Samsara disappeared in front of everyone's eyes. It was as if she had turned into a wisp of green smoke, disappearing without a trace. The surrounding blood energy was still pervading the air, but there wasn't the slightest abnormality …
It was as if Samsara had completely disappeared and no longer existed on the stage.
Such a strange concealment technique caused people to feel fearful once again, raising their hearts to their throats. Some people's eyes even sparkled as they swept their gaze across the entire stage, as if they wanted to find the slightest clue.
However, it was to no avail. That was because Samsara had completely disappeared. This concealment technique seemed to have turned him into a tiny speck of dust in the world. As he walked, even in the dense blood energy, there wasn't the slightest abnormality.
"This concealment technique … Could it be the legendary Void Escape Technique?"
In the distant crowd, a white-haired old man who was close to seventy years of age withdrew the divine light in his eyes. His eyes returned to being turbid as he muttered.
Void Escape Technique. According to the legends, the killing god had used this divine technique to dominate the Hundred Races Continent. Back then, in the chaotic war, the number of foreign race sovereigns that died in his hands was the highest.
That was why he was known as the killing god. His name shook the entire continent, and no one dared to underestimate him.
And now, the entire Killing God Organization practiced a series of secret techniques that used the Space-escape Technique as a medium. In the vast years, there was no news of anyone being able to learn the Space-escape Technique.
At this moment, because of Samsara's almost perfect concealment technique, some of the old people thought of this story.
After all, the young geniuses of the Killing God Manor just now couldn't do this. As they moved, they would give themselves away. That was why they lost so quickly.
However, at this moment, Samsara didn't affect the outside world at all. It was as if he had already fused with the energy. Even his killing intent didn't leak out at all.
"I admit defeat."
All of a sudden, a hair-raising feeling crawled up his back. The Asura Manor student directly admitted defeat.
He didn't think that he was just an afterimage that could withstand Samsara's attack with his blood energy alone.
After he admitted defeat, Samsara appeared about two meters in front of him. His body was as calm as an ancient well, bobbing up and down in the sea of blood, rippling along with the blood waves.
In an instant, the Asura Manor student was drenched in cold sweat.
"Oh my god, such a killing technique, if one is unprepared, who would be able to dodge it?"
Seeing this scene, the people in the surroundings cried out in alarm. Their eyes were filled with astonishment.
Everyone knew that the killing technique of the Killing God Manor could even kill a god. However, it was declining day by day, and it was getting weaker with each generation.
No one had expected that such a God of Death would be born.
"Hehe."
Seeing this, the person in charge of the Killing God Manor's lips curled into a smile.
He had achieved his goal. He wanted to announce that the Killing God Manor would rise again and rule the world of assassins.
Feng Hao wasn't surprised that Samsara won. However, deep in his eyes, there was a hint of worry and heaviness.
At this moment, there were only four people left.
This meant that Yan Qing might have to face either Leng Yu Sen or an afterimage.
Originally, Feng Hao wanted to persuade Yan Qing to give up. However, when he saw the stubbornness in her eyes, he swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.
"Number three, number four, please come to the stage."
The white-haired old man's voice soon resounded.
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