(Fourth Update, Seeking the First Guaranteed Monthly Ticket of 2015)
Among the fifteen freshmen in the Seventh Stage of the Martial Dao, at least five of them were in the same group as Xiong Qisheng or had an agreement with him. They were all targets that Ye Xing was wary of.
Hanging out with Xiong Qisheng was definitely not a good thing for him.
At present, Jiang Wenlong's attitude proved this point.
Ye Xing's cold eyes swept over Jiang Wenlong and said, "Jiang Wenlong, right? If we meet later, whoever admits defeat will be a bastard. Let's see who will beat the shit out of who."
Jiang Wenlong's eyes flashed a sharp aura and he laughed, "Well, whoever admits defeat will be a bastard. Hehe … Trash, you wait, I will beat you until you piss your pants, hehe …!"
The nearby students saw Ye Xing and Jiang Wenlong fighting. Some looked amazed, some sneered.
Although they all thought that Ye Xing's strength was very strong, they didn't think that Ye Xing could compete with a Martial Dao Master.
The gap between the Seventh Stage of the Martial Dao and the Sixth Stage of the Martial Dao was not just a little bit, but a gap that was difficult to cross.
In the first round of the knockout, Ye Xing and Jiang Wenlong couldn't meet because the rule of drawing lots was that the first in the group would be the second in the group. Ye Xing and Jiang Wenlong were the first in the group to advance, so they couldn't meet in this round.
The names of the second in the group were placed in a wooden box and the first in the group to advance were drawn by the first in the group.
When Ye Xing caught a paper ball and opened it, a strange smile appeared on his face. The name on the paper was — — Feng Yuanming.
It seemed that he and Feng Yuanming had some ill-fated relationship. Not only were they both in the twentieth group, but he also had a one in twenty chance of being picked by Ye Xing.
When Feng Yuanming found out that his first opponent was Ye Xing, his face immediately turned bitter. His right cheek was still a little swollen, and now he felt a burning pain.
He didn't dare to fight with Ye Xing again. At this time, Feng Yuanming was in awe of Ye Xing. Before Ye Xing could open his mouth, he quickly admitted defeat.
Ye Xing also advanced to the top 20 without making a move.
As for the first place in the other groups, none of the fifteen seventh-tier Grandmasters could shake them. As for the other four peak sixth-tier Grandmasters, one of them was defeated by a sixth-tier Grandmaster who had advanced to the second place in the other groups and was eliminated.
The top 20 were determined. Fifteen seventh-tier Grandmasters, three peak sixth-tier Grandmasters, one peak sixth-tier Grandmasters, and one intermediate sixth-tier Grandmasters.
The reward for the 21st to the 40th place was the same, an Upper Grade Accumulating Star Pill, so the eliminated students didn't have to compete anymore and directly started the next round.
All the eliminated students were excited. They were eliminated and naturally became spectators. The second round of the knockout was the competition between the top 20 and the top 10. In this round, there would be a showdown between martial dao masters, and some martial dao masters would be eliminated. The intensity of the battle was much more wonderful and intense than before. Naturally, it was exciting.
"Ye Xing, do you dare to be in the same group with me in this round?!"
The academy hadn't arranged the list yet, and the drawing of lots hadn't started yet. Jiang Wenlong shouted and directly called out Ye Xing.
Ye Xing just planned to deal with Jiang Wenlong when he met him. He didn't expect that the other party was even more anxious than him and pointed out that he wanted to fight with him in this round.
However, Ye Xing didn't have the slightest fear and said, "Why not?"
Jiang Wenlong smiled and said to the deacon who presided over the competition, "Deacon, since we are both willing, let's arrange a showdown for this round."
Since both parties were willing, the deacon naturally wouldn't interfere and nodded, "Okay."
"Hehe …!" Jiang Wenlong's face revealed a ferocious smile as he stared at Ye Xing fiercely, like a hound staring at its prey.
"Jiang Wenlong, don't be careless and lose the face of us martial dao masters. You were defeated by a two-star Heaven's Mandate trash!"
Beside Jiang Wenlong, a sixteen-year-old freshman coldly snorted. He was also a martial dao master. Moreover, he was also the one who was looked for by Xiong Qisheng.
"How can I be defeated by this trash? Hmph, at most three moves and I'll beat him until he pisses his pants. Bian Chusheng, this trash doesn't need you to teach him a lesson."
Jiang Wenlong's face was filled with arrogance as he disdainfully glanced at Ye Xing and said.
"That's for the best, but … hehe!" Bian Chusheng sneered and said, "Jiang Wenlong, if you lose, I'll take revenge for you."
"Pei …! Impossible. "
… …
The other eighteen people's names were quickly determined. The nine students who broke through to the seventh stage of the Martial Dao first would draw lots for the other nine. There would be five pairs of Seven Dao Masters. This was the highlight of this round.
The second round of the elimination round had a total of ten battles. There were only five arenas, so it would be divided into two rounds.
Ye Xing and Jiang Wenlong's battle would take place in the easternmost arena of the first round.
Among the five battles, three of them were between Martial Dao Masters, which attracted most of the audience's attention. Not many people were watching the battle between Ye Xing and Jiang Wenlong.
"Come on, see how I'll beat you until you piss your pants … hehe!"
Jiang Wenlong sneered. His weapon was a long spear. The tip of the spear was shining with a cold light. It was a high-grade weapon.
As the saying goes, a month with a stick and a year with a saber, a lifetime with a spear.
Spear techniques were the most difficult to master, but once mastered, the power was amazing.
"Let's begin …!" The deacon on the side said.
"Die — —!"
When the deacon said "begin", Jiang Wenlong's temperament changed instantly. His eyes widened, and his momentum was amazing. He shouted loudly.
Whoosh — —
The long spear pierced forward. The spear was dazzling, and it was like a straight white chain bursting out.
Whoosh — —
There was no wind and waves in the air. The air within a radius of ten feet was stirred up by Jiang Wenlong's piercing, which almost caused the wind.
It seemed that Jiang Wenlong had worked hard on his spear. His spear technique was very good. Ordinary Level 6 martial artists, even if their cultivation was at the peak of Level 6, couldn't block his spear.
However, this spear was not a big threat to Ye Xing.
Ye Xing had already comprehended a trace of wind. Now that Jiang Wenlong's piercing caused the wind to move, Ye Xing felt the wind. It was as if there were eyes in all directions. How could he be pierced by the latter?
Ye Xing stepped on the Big Dipper, and his body moved with the wind. In an instant, he floated up.
Whether it was Jiang Wenlong or the surrounding audience, they all felt dazzled.
When they looked again, Ye Xing was already in midair and stepped on the spearhead.
How fast was Jiang Wenlong's spear? Ye Xing was actually able to accurately step on the spearhead at this critical moment. This caused everyone's expressions to change in shock.
If he had stepped a little faster and stepped on the front of the spearhead, then this spear would have pierced a big hole in his foot.
Unfortunately, in Ye Xing's dictionary, there were no ifs. Since he dared to step on it, it was naturally foolproof.
Ye Xing's body looked light, but when he stepped on the spearhead, it was extremely heavy. Immediately, the spearhead sank down and fell to the ground.
"Too slow!" Ye Xing's voice sounded, like a slap to Jiang Wenlong's face.
While speaking, Ye Xing moved his feet and walked quickly along the spear shaft toward Jiang Wenlong.
Jiang Wenlong's expression was shocked, and his body quickly retreated. He instantly withdrew his spear and swept it across his waist: "Total Annihilation!"
The spear swept across like a crescent moon, and in an instant, it shot forward with a terrifying momentum. The air seemed to be cut in half by the spear.
Ye Xing was in the air, and fell to the ground like a thousand jin. His body leaned back, and the spear cut above his stomach, but it missed again.
"Too slow." Ye Xing still gave the same evaluation.
"You're courting death — —!"
Feeling the sarcasm in Ye Xing's words, Jiang Wenlong was furious, and angrily said: "Strength Breaking Thousand Mountains!"
Jiang Wenlong's body jumped up, and with both hands holding the spear, it was as if he was holding a dragon, and fiercely smashed it to the ground.
The spearhead drew a sharp spear light, and shot out, cutting everything in front of it in half, and slashing toward Ye Xing.
This spear had an indomitable momentum, and when the spearhead slashed down, it was enough to cut through everything.
Unfortunately, the spear's attack was strong, but its transformation was slow. When the spear fell to the ground, Ye Xing had already disappeared. The spearhead split a large piece of the solid floor, but it did not touch the corner of Ye Xing's clothes.
"Too slow!" Ye Xing's voice rang out, and the content was the same.
However, when Jiang Wenlong heard it this time, he did not feel the slightest bit of anger. He only felt his hair stand on end, and his heart was greatly shocked.
Ye Xing's voice came from behind him, so close that it sounded like it was ringing in his ear.
Jiang Wenlong's move, Strength Breaking Thousand Mountains, was too fierce, and at this moment, he was unable to withdraw his spear and counterattack.
Without waiting for Jiang Wenlong to dodge, he felt a pain in the back of his head, and Ye Xing's fist had already landed.
With a heavy blow to the head, Jiang Wenlong was suddenly stunned. He only felt a buzzing sound in his head, and his body fell forward.
After all, Jiang Wenlong was a Lv Seven Martial Dao Master, and his internal strength protected his body, so he was not really stunned by Ye Xing's attack. He rushed forward a few steps, felt the wind behind his head, and immediately turned his body.
The spear was like a dragon, sweeping in an instant.
"Still too slow …!" Ye Xing's voice rang out again, and Jiang Wenlong's hair stood on end. The voice was right in front of him.
However, Jiang Wenlong did not see Ye Xing's body, but only saw a sky full of fist shadows.
High-grade martial arts technique — Thousand Shadow Fist!
Bang bang bang — —
Not only was Jiang Wenlong punched in the chest, the arm holding the spear was also hit hard, and the long spear in his hand was knocked out of his hand.
Even the weapon was knocked out of his hand. Jiang Wenlong was really frightened at this moment, and he used his body movement to the limit to retreat.
However, Ye Xing's speed was faster than him. As soon as the Thousand Shadow Fist came out, there were many fist shadows, and Jiang Wenlong's nose and face were swollen.
Even if Jiang Wenlong was a Lv Seven Martial Dao Master, he could not withstand several blows and was directly knocked to the ground by Ye Xing. His back hit the ground heavily, and the shock made Jiang Wenlong's Qi and blood surged. There was a sharp pain in his chest, and blood gushed out of his mouth.
Stage of Martial Arts — Wind Chasing Kick!
Ye Xing's leg was like the wind, and as fast as lightning. His body turned over, and his leg smashed down like an iron spear.
Bang — —
Jiang Wenlong was hit by Ye Xing's leg, and his stomach was hit hard. Not only did he suffer serious internal injuries, but he was also beaten to incontinence in an instant, and feces and urine came out.
Exclamations were heard everywhere, and the students who watched the battle were shocked. They never expected that Jiang Wenlong, a Martial Dao Master, would be beaten so miserably by Ye Xing.
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