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"Everyone, this round of martial arts competition, we will no longer draw lots? Little Rain? "
Lei Ming's eyes swept across Tang Huan, Gu Ying and the others, and said with a smile, "The friends in the top six of the number plates will enter the martial arena first, and the remaining five friends can find any one of them to challenge. If they win, they can enter the next round, and the one who is unchallenged will directly enter the next round."
When everyone heard this, they looked at each other in dismay.
Soon after, everyone had different expressions on their faces, and then, they began to silently size up the surrounding Martial Warriors, as if they were thinking about the opponents they might encounter, or who would be more suitable to challenge.
The numbers of the eleven people flashed through Tang Huan's mind, and he suddenly realized that he was ranked second with number 369, while the first was the young man who was free in the previous round.
After finding out the rules of this round, the young man's face was immediately filled with distress.
Tang Huan could also feel that this guy's strength should be the weakest amongst the remaining eleven people. Luck had played a huge role in him being able to enter this round.
If it wasn't for the fact that he was free, he would have been eliminated in the previous round.
If Tang Huan could discover this, the other Martial Warriors would also be able to discover this. If he were to stand on the martial arena and wait for the challenge, he would probably become the target of many people.
However, Tang Huan quickly realized that there were a few people who intentionally or unintentionally swept their gazes across his body. Little Rain?
With a quick thought, Tang Huan understood what was going on. It seemed that after his Crimson Flame Spear was destroyed, he had abandoned his spear and used his blade, causing many people to feel that he was easier to defeat.
"Peng Wang, Tang Huan, Lu Wei Rui, Mo Shang, Meng Zixuan, Leng Yinshuang!"
After taking in everyone's expressions, Lei Ming suddenly laughed out loud and called out six names in one breath. Peng Wang was naturally the lucky young man. As for Yinshuang …
Tang Huan looked at the woman in the white dress.
Her body was tall, her chest and buttocks were perky, and her legs were especially slender. This kind of figure was not inferior to Shan Shan in the slightest, but what did not match this almost perfect figure was her ordinary, almost lifeless face. Tang Huan even suspected that she was wearing an extremely exquisite mask.
"The six of you, please enter the arena."
Following Lei Ming's low shout, Tang Huan calmed his mind and entered the second arena. Peng Wang, Lu Wei Rui and the other six also entered the other five arenas.
"Gu Ying, Tang Si, Tang Long, Mu Yan, Feng Zhuo … Please choose your opponent!
As soon as Lei Ming finished speaking, the five figures in front of the wooden shed, who had been waiting for a long time, shot out like arrows from a bow, charging towards the five arenas.
In just a few short breaths of time, Tang Si had already arrived at the first arena where Peng Wang was, while Gu Ying had chosen the sixth arena's Leng Yin Shuang.
However, at the same time, three figures rushed in from Arena Number 2. Tang Long, Mu Yan, and the black clothed man called Feng Zhuo.
"Three people actually chose Tang Huan at the same time?"
"Haha, who asked that idiot Tang Huan to give up the spear that he was best at and choose to use a blade? At this time, everyone wants to choose the weakest opponent. Only Gu Ying and Tang Si are his friends, otherwise, all five of them would have run to his second arena. "
"Tang Long, Mu Yan, Feng Zhuo, these three are all very powerful, especially that guy called Feng Zhuo. I have never seen him use two swords on the same opponent before!"
"..."
After discovering this interesting scene, the surrounding spectators immediately went into an uproar.
In the second arena, Feng Zhuo's body was as straight as a sword, his face was expressionless as he stared straight at Tang Huan. Tang Long and Mu Yan, on the other hand, looked at each other in dismay. The two of them had indeed arrived here at about the same time, but compared to Feng Zhuo, they were both a small step behind.
According to the order of first come, first served, Tang Huan's opponent should be Feng Zhuo.
Tang Long seemed to have already thought of this, and his expression instantly became ugly. If Tang Huan still wanted to snatch it, he did not have the confidence to win, and even if he defeated Tang Huan, he did not have the confidence to keep him alive. But now, Tang Huan had gone crazy for some reason, and had actually changed to using a blade. To him, this was a heaven-sent opportunity, and in this battle, the hope of killing Tang Huan was extremely high. How could he be willing to give up such a great opportunity?
"Do you all think I'm a soft persimmon?"
In the center of the martial arena a few meters away, Tang Huan held onto his long blade, his gaze quickly swept past the three of them, an undetectable sneer in his eyes.
"Looks like I have to hurry up and change places."
Just then, Mu Yan's beautiful eyes suddenly turned, her gaze swept past Tang Long and Feng Zhuo, then glanced at Tang Huan, who was in front of her, and giggled. In the next moment, her slim figure had already left Arena Number 2 and entered Arena Number 3. She had chosen Lu Lu Rui as her opponent.
Seeing that, Tang Long's gloomy expression eased up a little, and in the blink of an eye, he looked at Feng Zhuo: "Brother Feng, can you give this opponent to me?"
"No way!" Feng Zhuo lightly spat out these two words, his body unmoving.
"Brother Feng, if you give up this opponent, my Furious Waves City's Tang Family will definitely repay you generously!" Tang Long raised his eyebrows, anger faintly visible in his eyes.
"No way!"
Feng Zhuo repeated these two words, his tone already containing a trace of coldness.
Tang Long had never spoken in such a low voice before, his face instantly flushed red, and he subconsciously tightened the long rod in his hand, the veins on the back of his hand bulging violently. After a moment, he took a deep breath, and stared coldly at Feng Zhuo's back, almost gnashing his teeth as he said: "Brother Feng, I …"
"Don't you understand human language? "Scram!" Feng Zhuo seemed to be extremely impatient as he coldly scolded.
"You …"
Extreme anger caused Tang Long's entire body to tremble, and his face to swell so red that it seemed as if blood could drip out. "Feng Zhuo, you really don't know how to give me face. Since that's the case, why don't we fight first? I want to see just what kind of ability you have to dare to be so arrogant in front of me!"
The moment his voice falls, Tang Long slowly raises the long rod in his hand. The blue light explodes and the flowing light ripples. On the long rod, there seems to be a bluish-green wave surging. Its momentum is vast and the terrifying Strength Qi seems to be able to turn into a monstrous wave at any time. With a thunderous force,
He rolled forward.
"Alright!"
Almost at the same time he spat out the word, Feng Zhuo had already turned his body to the side, his right hand gripping the hilt of his sword. It was also at this moment that an incomparably sharp aura seeped out from his body, crazily engulfing the entire martial arena. At this moment, he seemed to have transformed into a peerless sharp sword, revealing its sharpness. Even if there was a huge mountain blocking in front of him, it would still be cut into two by the sword that was about to explode.
A few meters away, Tang Huan's heart trembled slightly. This Feng Zhuo, what a sharp sword intent!
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