The person who drew a bye in the loser group was Jiang Zhi. Like Jiang Zhiling, he will pass this round without fighting and automatically enter the next round.
The roster for this round of matches is as follows:
Lin Jun versus Xiao Yan.
Jiang Deng should be able to fight with ease.
Leng Baige versus He Yan.
Zhou Shan versus Sun Fei.
After announcing the list, Manager Zhou reminded them, "You only have two sticks of incense to regulate your breathing. Once that time is up, the competition will begin!"
Upon hearing this, everyone began to take pills frantically to repair their injuries and restore their spiritual power, and Jiang Deng was no exception.
Not only did she take the Soul-Restoring Pill that could restore her spiritual power, she also took out ten high-grade spirit stones from her storage bag and rapidly absorbed the spiritual energy inside.
After several rounds of robbery, she now has tens of thousands of high-quality spirit stones in her storage bag.
In addition, she had bet a thousand high-grade spirit stones before the competition started. As long as she won the championship, she would get another ten thousand high-grade spirit stones. If she hoarded so many spirit stones, they would not produce any new spirit stones. It would be better to use them where they should be used.
"Time's up!"
Soon, the time of two incense sticks expired, and as Manager Zhou reminded them, the ten people in the rest area stopped regulating their breathing at the same time.
Jiang Deng let out a long sigh and slowly opened his eyes.
Under the dual effects of the elixir and the spirit stone, her recovery effect was quite good, and the chaotic power in her dantian had recovered by 80%.
Jiang Deng and the seven people who were about to participate in the competition stood up and left the rest area at the same time, while Jiang Zhiling and Jiang Zhi, who had drawn a bye, were left behind.
They stayed in the rest area, watching the fight in the ring outside.
"Miss Jiang..."
Jiang Zhi glanced at Jiang Zhiling and moved his lips, as if he was going to say something to Jiang Zhiling.
Jiang Zhiling noticed Jiang Zhi's intention, snorted coldly, folded her arms and turned her head away, ignoring Jiang Zhi, and just stared intently at the No. 2 ring.
Soon, Jiang Deng and Ying Ziru came on stage one after another.
Ying Ziru was wearing a dark blue robe, with his black hair tied up with a jade crown. His facial features were handsome and three-dimensional. He had his hands behind his back, and his whole body was glowing.
Jiang Deng was dazzled by the dazzling light and couldn't help rubbing her eyes. Compared with Ying Ziru, Feng Jiuyou, who she had thought was so noble before, was simply tacky.
That’s right, Feng Jiuyou is just a prince, but this guy is a real second-generation immortal!
Ying Ziru had so many spiritual weapons on him that Jiang Deng was envious.
When she robbed Ying Ziru, it was at night and she didn't realize that all the clothes on Ying Ziru were spiritual weapons. If she had known earlier, she would have taken them all away!
But it's not too late. Waiting until Ying Ziru is alone will be the perfect opportunity for her to strike...
Jiang Deng licked the corner of his lips, his eyes emitting a strange light.
Facing Jiang Deng's terrifying gaze, Ying Ziru couldn't help but shudder. It was strange. Why did he feel like he was being targeted by a hunter?
With a light cough, Ying Ziru maintained his cold and arrogant image and reminded him, "I have an unusual spiritual root, an extremely rare ice spiritual root. You, with your useless spiritual root, are no match for me. You'd better admit defeat if you know what's good for you!"
"oh?"
Jiang Deng asked knowingly, "If I remember correctly, among the top ten candidates, there are eight people with both natural and special spiritual roots. The real rare one should be someone like me with useless spiritual roots, right?"
Ying Ziru's breathing stopped and she was so angry at Jiang Deng that she almost rolled her eyes.
He wasn't talking about the contestants present!
After all, all the disciples who can enter the top ten are the best of the Taichu Sword Sect, so it seems that there are many people with natural spiritual roots and special spiritual roots. But in fact, compared with the entire group of cultivators, special spiritual roots are really rare!
Ying Ziru said angrily, "Sweet words and flattering expressions!"
A hint of ridicule crossed Jiang Deng's lips. "I told you that you were talking nonsense, fabricating things, and talking nonsense!"
Who doesn't know a few idioms? Who are you looking down on?
“…”
Ying Ziru took a deep breath, managing to maintain his composure. He snorted coldly, "Since you're not accepting my toast, don't blame me for being merciless!"
Jiang Deng blinked and said, "Sorry, I don't drink anything."
"Ginger Lantern!"
Ying Ziru's voice broke with anger.
He could no longer control his inner rage and instantly drew out his natal sword, a long sword that was as crystal clear as ice. There were a few ice flowers growing on the hilt, flashing coldly in the sunlight.
With the appearance of this sword, a chill broke out within a radius of ten feet, and even the temperature of the arena dropped a lot.
"Ice Sword!"
The people below the ring rubbed the goose bumps on their arms and exclaimed in unison.
The Frozen Sword, a top-grade spiritual sword of heavenly rank!
Wherever the sword energy passes, all living things are frozen, hence the name Ice Sword!
"Senior Brother Ying has finally released his natal sword!"
The balance in everyone's hearts suddenly tilted towards Ying Ziru, and Senior Brother Wang said with certainty, "It's a sure thing, Senior Brother Ying will definitely win this round!
"Hmm?" Someone else questioned, "That's not necessarily true. Master Jiang Feng defeated the extremely powerful Senior Brother Zhou last time, so he might be able to defeat Senior Brother Ying this time, right?"
"Brother Zhou doesn't have a Heavenly Grade Top-grade Spiritual Sword, but Brother Ying's natal sword is a genuine Heavenly Grade Top-grade Spiritual Sword!"
"But... didn't Master Jiang Feng also pull out a top-grade Heavenly Grade Evil-Slaying Sword from the Sword Tomb?"
"Have you ever seen her use the Sword of Demon Slayer?" Senior Brother Wang sneered. "The natal sword that Jiang Deng used in the match looked ordinary. It's probably not even a Heavenly Grade Spiritual Sword. How can she fight against Senior Brother Ying?"
"That's right! Senior Brother Ying not only possesses a top-tier spirit sword, but he has also been in the Foundation Establishment Stage for a long time. His strength is far beyond the reach of Jiang Deng, who has only been in the Foundation Establishment Stage for just two days. What's more... have you seen Senior Brother Ying's equipment?"
"It's so gorgeous, but it doesn't look like the ones issued by our Taichu Sword Sect."
Senior Brother Wang rolled his eyes. "Nonsense! Of course it wasn't given by the sect. Senior Brother Ying is the Young Palace Master of the Paradise Palace. Every piece of clothing he wears is a spiritual weapon. What can a poor girl like Jiang Deng use to fight him?"
Hearing this, everyone nodded in unison.
Indeed, compared with Ying Ziru, Jiang Deng is really too simple.
Not only was her clothing simple, but even her hair accessories were extremely simple. I had no idea how poor she was, as she actually tied her hair with a vine. Although there was a silver hairpin inserted in it, it was just an ordinary hairpin that was commonly seen in the mortal world. It was impossible to tell that she had any spiritual weapons on her body.
Jiang Deng, with his penniless appearance, is not worthy of being compared with Senior Brother Ying, who is well-equipped!
"No, you all underestimate Jiang Deng."
Amidst the chorus of voices, this denial stood out.
Everyone immediately looked in the direction of the sound, and what came into their sight was the burly Panton.
Um?
Didn’t Senior Brother Pan Tong support Zhou Shan in the last game? Why is he speaking for Jiang Deng now?
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