At around nine o 'clock, the large battle stage in the southwest of the outer town was already filled with people. The family and friends of the participating cultivators were all here to support them, as well as passersby.
The entire scene was very lively. Yesterday was the opening ceremony, so the Patriarchs of the Four Great Clans had all come, as well as other large and small factions.
However, the various clans had only sent their higher-ups today to show their importance to the Prodigy Roll selection. The person presiding over the selection was still the old man from the Yeh family.
Kuang Shi did not come, but Li Qing, a newly advanced Martial King, was sitting on the stage. He was one of the earliest cultivators who had followed Kuang Shi to establish the mercenary group, and was also the first batch to advance to Martial King. His position in the mercenary group was naturally high.
Yesterday, Kuang Shi had personally come to show the strength of the mercenary group. Today, they sent Li Qing to show the strength of the middle class. After all, with just a Martial Emperor, it would not be enough to deal with the small fries below.
The mercenary group was still recruiting members. Although they were going for the elite route, the number of people was still a big problem.
The Four Great Clans each had thousands of cultivators. Although there were more mid and low-level cultivators, the strength of the higher-ups was not bad either. The total number of people in the mercenary group was only a little over a hundred. Although the weakest was a Martial General, if there were too many people, even a Martial General would not be able to withstand dozens of Martial Masters.
Even if one could fight against ten, what about twenty or thirty people? One would be exhausted to death.
Furthermore, it was not a tag-team battle, but a group battle. One person would probably not be able to withstand a single blow. The difference between Martial Masters and Martial General was not that big. It was only a matter of how much Yuan Qi they had accumulated, and they were unable to use mental power.
"Everyone, the second round of elimination will randomly select cultivators. The battles will still be one-on-one. The winners will advance to the next stage, and the losers will be eliminated. First group, Ye Qing and Wen Liu, please come to the battle stage."
The old man presiding over the competition took out two number tags from a large box and said.
After yesterday's ranking battles, the winners would be numbered according to order, and the number tags with the cultivator's name would be made for the examiner to choose from.
The number tags of the winners of the second round of elimination would be placed in another box.
After all, the strength of the participating martial artists was uneven. Half of the weaker martial artists would be eliminated on the first day, so no number plates were made on the first day.
After the first round of screening, the strength of the martial artists would be relatively stronger. The number plates were also made so that after the final ranking was out, the martial artists who held the number plates would have a chance to challenge the top 100 martial artists. As for whether they would use it or not, it was up to them.
The warriors who were eliminated in the first round naturally didn't have a chance. Even if they weren't weak or were relatively strong like Hu Meng, they wouldn't have a chance to challenge after the first round of elimination.
In the end, the top 100 martial artists were selected after many rounds of selection. It was impossible to go through the trouble of making number plates for the martial artists who were eliminated in the first round. After all, half of the martial artists were eliminated in the first round.
Moreover, the first round of the knockout competition was based on the order of registration, which meant that there was no need to make a number plate for the first round.
"Hey, Brother Tiannan, the second round is random. The two of us still have a chance to meet," Fatty Tang whispered to Zhang Tiannan.
"Fatty Tang, do you want to meet me so much? My Iron Mountain Palm has reached the Large Success stage," Zhang Tiannan was focused on the battle stage. Any martial artist who advanced could be his opponent.
"Hey, there are more than two thousand people. It's a miracle that we can meet," Fatty Tang was very mischievous. He was very happy to be mischievous.
"Who do you think will win?" Zhang Tiannan asked.
"Ye Qing. Speaking of which, how does Young Master Zhang-dashao feel after being suppressed by a woman for so many years?" Fatty Tang said cheekily.
Ye Qing was one of the stronger martial artists in the third generation of the Yeh family. She had already stepped into the Martial General realm and was only three years older than Zhang Tiannan.
Strictly speaking, they could not be compared. However, Zhang Tiannan and Zhang Tiannan, who were the direct descendants of the Zhang family, were not strong enough. They were both young martial artists in the third generation of the family. Even if they could not be compared, they had to compete.
Zhang Tiannan was a Martial Artist, while Ye Qing was a Martial Master. Zhang Tiannan had finally become a Martial Master, while Ye Qing was a Martial General. Being a few years older still had an advantage. The speed of martial arts cultivation was fast, and the Yeh family did not lack cultivation resources. It was not difficult for them to nurture a few Martial Generals in their twenties.
Moreover, Ye Qing's talent was not bad. Therefore, it was normal for her to reach the Martial General realm, although she was just entering the Martial General realm.
However, her opponent, Wen Liu, was also a Martial General. She was the second Martial General to appear yesterday. She had rich combat experience. Zhang Tiannan still remembered the second match yesterday, so he also asked for Fatty Tang's opinion.
"Why don't you ask yourself?" Zhang Tiannan retorted. 'I'm just asking for your opinion. How can you drag me into this?'
Besides, if he was compared to Fatty Tang, then so was Fatty Tang.
"I'm different. I have my brother," Fatty Tang said with a clear conscience.
"…" Hehe, only this guy could say that with a clear conscience. Zhang Tiannan's heart collapsed.
'Don't you have any shame at all? Your brother is your brother, and you are you.'
It was rare to see someone so heartless. Yes, when the grocery store had just opened, this guy was still a Rank-8 martial artist.
If he had any sense of self-awareness, he would not be like this. 'Forget it. I'll pretend I didn't ask.'
It was rare for the two people on the stage to fight for a long time. Obviously, Wen Liu was not weak either. It was hard to say who would win.
At least, that was how Zhang Tiannan saw it. Both of them had just entered the Martial General level, so it was difficult to judge their martial arts cultivation level.
However, both of them had some minor injuries up until now. They were evenly matched on the stage.
It would be a loss for both of them if they were eliminated. Fortunately, there was still a chance to challenge after the final ranking.
The only variable was probably their weapons. Wen Liu's weapon was a little worse, only at the Yellow level. Ye Qing used an Tang Sword from the grocery store.
Both of them had consumed a lot of energy. They continued to fight at a high intensity and chose to distance themselves.
However, in an instant, Ye Qing once again unleashed all her Vitality. She jumped up and slashed down. Finally, she broke the weapon in Wen Liu's hand and left a deep cut on her body.
"I've lost," Wen Liu said softly, dragging her injured body down the stage.
With her weapon broken, how was she going to face a Black level weapon in the next round? Furthermore, her wound was still bleeding. She had used up a lot of her Vitality from fighting until now. She no longer had the strength to continue fighting.
"Ye Qing wins this round. Next group, Ma Liang and Yan Qu, please come to the stage," the examiner continued.
After the two sides greeted each other, they quickly started fighting. However, the difference in strength between them was still large. Ma Liang was a third-grade Martial Master while Yan Qu was a seventh-grade Martial Master.
The difference between a high-grade and a low-grade Martial Master was quite large.
"Can a third-grade Martial Master pass the first round?" Fatty Tang looked at the two people on the stage and couldn't help but mutter.
There were more than five thousand people yesterday. Half of them were eliminated. The remaining cultivators should not be weak.
Zhang Tiannan thought for a while and said, "Maybe we met someone weaker in the first round." It seemed like this was the only reasonable explanation.
"Martial Master? That's not right. There aren't any martial artists participating this time. Are there first-grade or second-grade Martial Masters?" There were no martial artists participating this time, so it could only be first-grade or second-grade Martial Masters.
"This guy's luck is really good." Fatty Tang was a bit envious. It just so happened that the martial artists who registered before and after him were weaker than him.
Although there weren't any martial artists participating, there were still many who had just become Martial Masters. Most of them had been eliminated yesterday.
"However, his luck isn't good this time. He'll definitely be eliminated." The stage was basically dominated by one side. Ma Liang would definitely be eliminated in the second round.
Just as Zhang Tiannan finished speaking, there was a change in the stage. Ma Liang began to dodge and took out a jade card from his storage bag. It was the Ferghana Horse card.
A Ferghana Horse appeared. It wasn't very large and clearly hadn't been raised to a very high grade. However, its aura was at the level of a Martial Master.
The Ferghana Horse appeared to assist Ma Liang in his attacks. One man and one demonic beast attacked from two different angles. Yan Qu clearly didn't have much battle experience and was caught off guard.
He was both shocked and angry. Could a demonic beast be used in a competition? However, their cultivation bases weren't high. As long as they were careful, they should be able to win.
However, Yan Qu clearly didn't expect that the situation wouldn't be maintained and he would fall into a disadvantage. Facing attacks from all directions, it was difficult to defend.
"Can a Ferghana Horse be used in this competition?"
"This Ma Liang is very smart."
"He can actually use a Ferghana Horse. If I had known, I would have used it."
Ever since Ma Liang called out the Ferghana horse, the audience started to talk about it. It was boiling over.
"Fuck, there's actually someone who thought of using a Ferghana Horse." Fatty Tang cursed. He wanted to use it as a secret weapon in case he encountered an opponent that was too strong.
"The difference in strength is too great. There's no hope for him to win. He must have thought that if he could win, he would win. Even if he lost in the end, he would still be able to accept it. However, he made the right bet," Zhang Tiannan said.
"The Genius Rankings didn't say that a demonic beast can't be used," Fatty Tang added.
"Ma Liang Sheng, next group …" the presiding examiner said.
Zhang Tiannan and Fatty Tang saw that the examiner had announced Ma Liang Sheng's victory. That meant that there was no restriction. Although they knew that the Genius Rankings didn't have such a rule, they were still relieved when they heard this.
"I don't accept it. He used a demonic beast," Yan Qu shouted before the examiner could finish.
"The Genius Rankings didn't explicitly state that a demonic beast cannot be used," the examiner said after a pause. He was naturally familiar with the rules of the Genius Rankings, but there was no rule that a demonic beast couldn't be used.
"…" Yan Qu thought with a red face. There was indeed no such rule. He could only walk down the stage.
There were still some rules in the Genius Rankings. One couldn't impersonate a contestant. Otherwise, one's qualifications would be nullified. One couldn't use a Heaven-Level weapon, and many other rules. A Heaven-Level weapon was too powerful. The contestant's cultivation wasn't enough. Forcefully exerting a trace of its power would backfire on the user.
This was also aimed at the junior martial artists of the super clans. Otherwise, if they took out a Heaven-Level weapon, who could stop them? In the final ranking competition, the contestants were all geniuses. The probability of a powerhouse emerging from these martial artists was definitely much higher than ordinary martial artists. After all, it was just a competition ranking, so there were also restrictions.
There were very few martial artists with demonic beasts, let alone young martial artists.
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