"Looks like everyone wants to fight for the top three." Qin Xinxin's lips curled into a smile. He was happy to see such competition. "The rules are the same as before. No one is allowed to deliberately injure or cripple others, and no one is allowed to deliberately team up against one person. Now, the hundred of you will begin the battle royale."
Almost as soon as Qin Xinxin's voice fell, the hundred of them moved. They immediately moved and quickly distanced themselves from the others, waiting for an opportunity to attack.
To be able to survive two battles, not only was it due to luck, but their overall strength was also outstanding.
For a moment, no one rashly attacked. Their eyes looked to their left, right, and front. They were vigilant and tried to make sure that there were no enemies behind them.
A strange scene appeared. The hundred of them were scattered around the edge of the large arena, watching.
Immediately, some of them began to move. As soon as they attacked, they attacked to the side, forming a chain reaction. Everyone followed suit.
Punches broke through the air, palms whistled, leg shadows swept, sword light was sharp, saber light was cold …
Everyone showed their true abilities, but they did not use their full strength. In a battle royale, it was necessary to hold back.
Chen Zong's sword swept through the air like lightning, causing sparks to fly.
Under the sword, one person was repelled, but he did not fall off the arena. However, someone seized the opportunity to attack continuously until that person was forced off the arena. This was not a deliberate team up, so it was not against the rules.
As the first person fell off the arena, a precedent seemed to have been set. Soon, a second and third person appeared.
"A mere Qi and Blood Realm Level Five. Don't even think about being in the top three." A martial artist at the peak of Qi and Blood Realm Level Six quietly attacked from behind. His attack was decisive and fierce, and his palm was like a mountain collapsing as it blasted towards Chen Zong's back.
Chen Zong's figure was like a willow, drifting forward with the wind from the palm. In a flash, he disappeared in front of that person's eyes. Sword light flashed across the sky, creating a crisscross of light and shadow. The sword directly slashed his back. He immediately felt his back being torn apart and fresh blood flowed out.
Immediately, a fist wind whistled in front of him. Chen Zong's punch landed on his chest, knocking him off the arena.
Holding his sword, he charged forward. The sword light was unpredictable, light, fast, fierce, and fierce. Every sword had at least three thousand pounds of strength. When it exploded, it was difficult to resist.
One, two, three …
"Good lad." Qin Xinxin's eyes lit up again. Since the beginning of the melee, he had focused his attention on Chen Zong. He found that not only was Chen Zong's swordsmanship excellent, but he was also very experienced in fighting. What's more, Chen Zong had the qualities of a real master.
Of course, Chen Zong's cultivation and strength were still very weak at the moment, which only meant that he had a lot of potential.
For a martial artist, potential was very important. Without potential, one would not have much of a future. Potential could not be replaced by talent alone. It was related to many aspects.
Talent, temperament, will, and so on.
Besides looking at Chen Zong, he would also look at Tang Junluo, Li Zhenshi, and Zhao Wangcheng. These three were part of the Wind Martial Four Elites with Chen Zong. Although their performance was not as outstanding as Chen Zong's, they were not to be underestimated. Especially Tang Junluo, who had tempered his blood Qi eight times when he was a Martial Disciple. In the entire history of the Seven Luminaries Martial Academy, only a few people could achieve this.
In Chen Zong's hand, the treasured iron sword seemed to have come alive. It had many transformations, and when the opponent's attack arrived, it would be quickly broken by Chen Zong's sword. Chen Zong would then find a flaw in the opponent's attack and directly attack, defeating the opponent.
On the side of the Chen Clan, seeing Chen Zong still at ease in the big arena, they all smiled.
"The two people who besieged Chen Zong just now are from the Drizzle Gang, right? Deal with them." Elder Wei's eyes flashed fiercely. It was very dangerous just now. Chen Zong was almost seriously injured and disqualified.
On the big arena, there were fewer and fewer people, but the pressure on everyone was increasing.
This kind of chaotic battle was like a big wave washing away the sand, leaving only the best.
Chen Zong, Tang Junluo, and Li Zhenshi still did not meet face to face. Perhaps, in each of their hearts, there was a subconscious that they would not meet face to face for the time being.
"Stop!" Suddenly, Qin Xinsheng's voice sounded. On the big arena, everyone paused. With a glance, there were only ten people left. "Now, the top three will be decided by the ten of you. From left to right, number one to number ten."
Chen Zong was number three, Tang Junluo was number two, Li Zhenshi was number six, and Zhao Wangcheng was number eight.
"Number one will fight with number ten, number two will fight with number nine, number three will fight with number eight, number four will fight with number seven, number five will fight with number six. The winner will advance to the top three." Qin Xinsheng said concisely, "Other than number one and number ten, the other eight will wait at the side for now."
Number one came from the Tang Clan, while number ten came from a small clan. Both of them were at the peak of Qi and Blood Realm Level Six. Number ten was able to fight his way out of more than nine hundred people and even enter the final battle. It had to be said that his strength was outstanding.
With a long spear in hand, number one danced, creating a violent whirlwind.
Number ten practiced the broad axe. Martial artists who used this type of weapon were relatively rare. They were either terrible or outstanding. No doubt, number ten's use of the broad axe was outstanding. Otherwise, he would have been eliminated long ago.
But in the end, number one was still better. After all, he came from a wealthy clan and had a foundation that ordinary small clans did not have.
Number one won and advanced. Number ten lost and was naturally eliminated.
The second round, number two against number nine.
Number two was Tang Junluo. His opponent was Sun Li from the Sun Clan, one of the five major clans.
One was at the peak of Qi and Blood Realm Level Five, while the other was at the peak of Qi and Blood Realm Level Six. But it was hard to say who would win.
With a golden dragon patterned spear in hand, Tang Junluo's eyes were domineering, as if he was a king leading his soldiers to the battlefield. His opponent looked serious and did not dare to underestimate him.
Fight!
Sun Li attacked. His body charged forward like a cheetah. As he approached Tang Junluo, he threw out a punch with both his fists. His entire person seemed to have transformed into a cheetah, swift and fierce.
Tang Junluo's eyes became sharp. With the long spear in hand, he suddenly bounced up like a hidden dragon emerging from the abyss. With the momentum of wind and thunder, the spear shot out like a dragon.
Sun Li's body rolled and dodged the long spear. In an instant, he burst out with an even faster speed towards Tang Junluo. Tang Junluo's arms shook and the golden long spear trembled. Like a wave, it violently stirred and chopped down with astonishing momentum.
Sun Li's body rolled once again, dodging the spear's attack. His body slammed into the arena, causing a crack to appear on the arena, extending outwards.
Flipping over, Sun Li opened up his fists like a cheetah. Swift and fierce, he attacked continuously. The whistling wind from his fists was sharp, as if it could crush limestone. It pressed towards Tang Junluo.
Tang Junluo had no choice but to use his footwork martial arts and retreat like a swimming dragon.
With a flick of his long spear, a golden spear shadow swept across the sky, turning into countless spear shadows that shot towards Sun Li.
Sun Li's Qi and blood completely erupted. With a violent roar, the shadow of a cheetah appeared around his body. It shattered the spear shadows and punched towards Tang Junluo's chest. Tang Junluo was forced to retreat, but his body was hit by the spear shadows, bleeding profusely.
Although both sides were injured, Tang Junluo was wearing a silver thread inner armor, which offset part of the power of the punch. Adding on his own body's resistance, he only suffered light injuries.
Although Sun Li looked like he was bleeding profusely, in reality, they were only superficial wounds.
The winner had not been decided yet, so he could still fight.
In the end, Sun Li retreated. He knew clearly that with his current condition, he might be able to defeat Tang Junluo, but he would definitely be injured. It would be difficult for him to win the next round, and he had no hope of entering the top three.
Tang Junluo won.
The third round, number three versus number eight.
The battle between True Sword Chen Zong and Cold Blade Zhao Wangcheng was undoubtedly exciting.
During the last Rising Dragon Assembly hosted by Tang Junluo, Chen Zong had fought against Li Zhenshi and Tang Junluo respectively, but he had not fought against Zhao Wangcheng.
"Chen Zong, I will defeat you." Zhao Wangcheng's gaze was extremely cold, and his tone was as sharp as a blade.
"Come." Chen Zong smiled, pointing his sword at Zhao Wangcheng. To be honest, he was curious about Zhao Wangcheng, as he was also one of the Wind Martial Four Young Heroes.
Zhao Wangcheng's face was cold, and he took a step forward. His long blade emitted a chilling aura, turning into a cold blade light, slashing towards Chen Zong at lightning speed.
Chen Zong did not dodge, and he took a step forward, showing an indomitable determination. His wrist trembled slightly, and his sword drew out many sword flowers, spreading out in the air. Then, amidst the sword flowers, a cold sword tip pierced towards Zhao Wangcheng.
Saber and Sword Splendor!
Zhao Wangcheng was using the Foundation Establishment Saber Technique of the Zhao Family, the Thirteen Slashes of the Cold Blade. It emphasized sharpness, and each slash was stronger than the previous one. Furthermore, each slash was connected, and when it reached the thirteenth slash, its power would become extremely terrifying.
Moreover, after such a period of time, Zhao Wangcheng had finally grasped the opportunity to cultivate the Thirteen Slashes of the Cold Blade to the Tittle Realm, making it even more powerful.
His Qi and blood were as sharp as a blade, further increasing the power of the Thirteen Slashes of the Cold Blade.
Chen Zong was not weak at all, and he used the Tittle Realm Flash Thunder Sword Technique. Strong light and thunder intertwined, and the momentum was astonishing. His sword was extremely powerful, shattering the blade light one after another.
In terms of power, the Flash Thunder Sword Technique was not inferior to the Thirteen Slashes of the Cold Blade.
In terms of battle experience, skills, and the grasp of timing, Chen Zong was even better than Zhao Wangcheng.
In terms of cultivation, the two were equal.
In terms of cultivation techniques, Chen Zong's True Sword Heavenly Technique was stronger.
After a few exchanges, Chen Zong began to gain the upper hand and suppressed Zhao Wangcheng.
"Ice Stream Blade Technique, Ice Stream Cut!"
Without any hesitation, Zhao Wangcheng directly burst out the power of Qi and blood, and used the first level of the Ice Stream Blade Technique, a Middle-class Human Level martial art. The Initial Level was more powerful than the first level of the Advanced Level of the Inferior Human Level martial art.
This blade was shining with an astonishing cold light, as if it was frozen by ice, and then fell down like a landslide. The coldness spread all around, and there seemed to be a white fog lingering in the air, which made people exclaim.
Not only did Chen Zong not dodge, but he also slashed out with his sword, and the eight sword lights merged into one in a flash, which was unstoppable.
"Shadowless Dispersion has indeed reached the Advanced Level!" Elder Wei and the other Chen family members squinted their eyes, and were secretly excited. They had heard about it before, but today they saw it with their own eyes.
He directly shattered the cold blade light, knocked the long blade away, and at the moment when it hit Zhao Wangcheng, he turned his wrist, and changed it to a slap with the sword, which repelled Zhao Wangcheng.
Zhao Wangcheng was not seriously injured because he was wearing the Silver Silk Inner Armor, but he could not stop after being repelled for more than ten steps.
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