Ye Feng, Jiang Lingxuan, and Sun Muqing immediately got up and walked towards the arena. Li Fengyue, Zhao Qingyun, Qiu Miaozhen, and Sun Chaozhen also walked onto the arena.
The other participating martial artists also arrived on the arena at this moment.
The spacious arena suddenly became crowded with more than three hundred martial artists.
However, the lottery is very quick, and you leave immediately after drawing your lot, so it doesn't affect anything.
After stepping down from the stage, Ye Feng opened his fortune slip and took a look.
Number One!
What a coincidence that Ye Feng's fortune slip was number one!
Sun Muqing is number six, and Jiang Lingxuan is number ten.
"Mr. Ye, what number are you?" Li Fengyue asked.
“I am number one,” Night Wind replied calmly.
“I am number three,” Li Fengyue said with a smile.
Qiu Miaozhen, Zhao Qingyun, and Sun Chaozhen all showed their signatures.
Jiang Lingxuan asked, "Is the martial arts competition a two-on-one duel?"
“Of course,” Li Fengyue nodded.
All the martial artists came down from the arena, and after the Martial Alliance members made some preparations, the first round of the competition began.
"Round 1, Match 1: Number 3 vs. Number 15!"
The martial arts referee on the stage drew two lots from the box and shouted.
"I didn't expect to be the first one."
As Li Fengyue spoke, she stood up and walked towards the stage.
Qiu Miaozhen clenched her fists and said, "Go, Senior Brother Li!"
"I will," Li Fengyue nodded.
As Li Fengyue stepped onto the ring, a burly man with a robust physique also stepped onto the ring.
Upon seeing the burly man, Zhao Qingyun raised an eyebrow and said, "So it was Li Guodong who drew number fifteen. He's in trouble now."
Seeing that Jiang Lingxuan and Sun Muqing looked very curious, Zhao Qingyun smiled and introduced, "This Li Guodong is a well-known martial artist on our Linghuang Island. He has a set of external martial arts skills, but he is only a Qi Movement Realm martial artist. He is no match for Senior Brother Li at all."
No sooner had Zhao Qingyun finished speaking than the duel on the arena began.
Li Guodong, wielding two exquisite eight-treasure hammers, charged towards Li Fengyue.
Clang!
Clang!
Two exquisite hammers were brought down on Li Fengyue at the same time, but Li Fengyue pushed them away with his hands.
"Senior Brother Li's Flowing Wind Palm technique is becoming more and more proficient," Zhao Qingyun exclaimed.
When Li Guodong's first attack failed, he began to spin his body, and the two Eight Treasures Exquisite Hammers also began to spin.
Then a gust of wind swept across the arena, the howling wind spreading out and blowing the hair of the people sitting in the front rows flying.
“It’s here! This is Li Guodong’s signature move – the windmill!” Zhao Qingyun said.
Jiang Lingxuan and Sun Muqing both burst out laughing.
"This martial arts technique is quite fitting for the occasion," Jiang Lingxuan said.
Li Guodong's windmill made a lot of noise, but it was nothing to Li Fengyue.
After all, the two are at vastly different levels, making them incomparable!
As expected, Li Fengyue didn't even need to use her own magical weapon; she simply sent Li Guodong flying off the stage with a single palm strike.
"The winner, the warrior with draw number one!"
The martial arts referee shouted.
The audience erupted in applause. Li Fengyue waved to the audience with a broad smile, then gracefully walked off the stage.
“This match is easy, not difficult at all,” Li Fengyue said.
"That's because your cultivation level far surpasses his. If they were at the same level, it would be hard to say. A martial artist like Li Guodong, with his sweeping and powerful moves, is actually a perfect counter to you, Senior Brother Li," Qiu Miaozhen said with a smile, covering her mouth.
“A higher cultivation level is also an advantage for me,” Li Fengyue said with a smile.
“That’s true, realm itself is the greatest advantage.” Zhao Qingyun nodded in agreement.
Next up is the second match of the first round.
In the second round, I didn't draw Ye Feng, nor did I draw Jiang Lingxuan or Sun Muqing.
The two martial artists on the stage were both at the Qi Movement Realm. Their fight was back and forth, very exciting, and even felt like each punch landed squarely.
"I suddenly feel that this kind of battle is even more exciting!" Jiang Lingxuan said excitedly.
Sun Muqing nodded, seemingly agreeing with Jiang Lingxuan's opinion.
Ye Feng smiled and said, "That's how it is when martial artists fight at a lower level. When they reach a higher level, the fights between martial artists have basically transcended the physical realm. It's about who can use their true qi and martial skills, rather than the strength of their physical body."
“However, this kind of battle has its own unique charm,” Jiang Lingxuan added.
The two martial artists on the stage, the one on the left has very short hair, like steel needles standing upright on his scalp.
The other person had long hair, which was tied into a ponytail and hung at the back of their head.
The short-haired man moved with lightning speed, his punches capable of creating an explosion in the air.
The man with the ponytail on the right, however, used very effeminate techniques in his punches and kicks.
The two have been fighting for 15 minutes now, but there is still no winner.
However, the audience thoroughly enjoyed the performance, shouting and cheering for the martial artists on stage.
The scene became even more lively, filled with the noise of people everywhere.
"That short-haired man is about to give up," Ye Feng suddenly said.
Li Fengyue nodded and said, "That's what I think too."
Sun Chaozhen continued, "The two are evenly matched in strength, but the short-haired man's attacks are more aggressive. His fighting style consumes a lot of his stamina and internal energy, so a prolonged battle is very disadvantageous for him. If this continues, he is more likely to lose."
That is indeed the case.
Another fifteen minutes passed, and the short-haired man began to pant heavily, his body covered in sweat.
In contrast, the ponytail-wearing male martial artist, although his breathing was also somewhat rapid, was much better than that of the short-haired man.
Finally, the short-haired man ran out of energy and reacted too slowly, allowing the ponytail-wearing martial artist to seize an opening.
With a loud bang, the short-haired male martial artist was sent flying off the stage, landing awkwardly outside the arena.
"The winner of the second match of the first round is the martial artist with draw number twenty-one!" the martial arts alliance referee shouted.
The audience erupted in applause, and there were even deafening shouts and cheers.
The victorious long-haired male martial artist smiled contentedly, bowed to the audience, and then stepped off the stage.
The third match of the first round has begun.
In this round, the person who was drawn was Jiang Lingxuan.
Ye Feng didn't say much; he knew Jiang Lingxuan would never lose.
Sun Muqing then transmitted his thoughts: "Be careful when you make a move, don't reveal your true strength."
"Okay, okay."
Jiang Lingxuan smiled and waved her hand, then walked towards the arena.
Jiang Lingxuan's opponent is a male martial artist.
This male martial artist looks quite refined, and he's holding a folding fan in his hand, dressed like a dashing young gentleman.
"I never expected my opponent to be a woman... Don't worry, I'll go easy on you and won't let you lose too badly," the young man said with a smile.
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