So usually the fights end very quickly, and some players, realizing the vast difference in strength, simply surrender.
However, there were also those who wanted to make a name for themselves in this martial arts tournament, most of whom were from unaffiliated backgrounds, so the fights were exceptionally fierce.
Of course, there are also those who have grudges against each other in ordinary times, and who will go all out after being drawn on stage.
For example, the Blood Robe Society and the Golden Dragon Gang, two of the six gangs, had a deep-seated feud. So when the two gang leaders drew each other's names, they fought to the death. In the end, the Golden Dragon Gang leader lost an arm and was seriously injured, which was very exciting for the people below to watch.
In these competitions, Xuanyuan Valley God was also drawn. His opponent was also a small sect leader. Instead of admitting defeat directly, the opponent took the initiative to ask Xuanyuan Valley God for martial arts advice.
Xuanyuan Valley God demonstrated a move to him in front of everyone and gave him a few pointers. In the end, the sect leader left satisfied and was extremely grateful to Xuanyuan Valley God, praising him repeatedly.
However, in Yang Cheng's view, this should just be a show put on by Xuanyuan Valley God in collaboration with the other party, to show off his magnanimity as the leader of the martial arts alliance.
Although the lottery cannot be faked, this was only the first round of the lottery. The invitations were all placed in glass boxes and were not shuffled a second time.
With Fang Wuwo's level of understanding, it's quite easy for him to remember which of Xuanyuan Valley God's invitations was from the leader of that small sect.
The competition on the stage was progressing very quickly; in two hours, the hero's invitation in the glass box would be at the bottom.
Fang Wuwo pulled out two invitations to fight, glanced at them, and said, "Pei Ang, the leader of the Vajra Sect of Hengduan Mountain, known as 'Mountain-Moving Vajra,' will face off against Su Xin, the leader of the Flying Eagle Gang."
Fang Wuwo felt a little strange when he pronounced the name Su Xin.
He came from a background as a charlatan, so he had absolute confidence in his memory.
Which sect, big or small, in the martial arts world is he unaware of?
Those qualified to receive a hero's invitation must be well-known figures in the martial arts world, but he had never heard of the Flying Eagle Gang before. It seemed like some low-level gang that ran rampant in a small town.
"Lend me your knife for a moment."
Yang Cheng said to Song Zhongji.
Since he was already concealing his identity, he certainly couldn't use the Soul-Severing Spear anymore, since its power attributes were too obvious.
Song Joong-ki quickly handed over his sword.
Meanwhile, Pei Ang, the leader of the Vajra Sect in Hengduan Mountain, didn't even move.
In his view, there was no need to play this match at all.
He was the leader of the Hengduan Mountain Vajra Sect, one of the four major sects, while the other party was just the leader of a low-level gang whom he had never even heard of. What was the point of fighting?
So he himself was too lazy to stand up, and the other party would definitely surrender directly.
However, a series of surprised and doubtful voices came from the arena, because the leader of the low-level gang actually walked directly onto the stage with a knife.
He actually dared to step onto the stage in front of the leader of the Hengduan Mountain Vajra Sect, one of the four major sects. This guy has a lot of courage.
Only Song Chengyuan felt that the goose-feather sword in Yang Cheng's hand, with its jewel-encrusted scabbard and dragon and phoenix carvings on the hilt, looked somewhat familiar.
Pei Ang stood up, frowned and said, "Boy, I'm not the head of the Xuanyuan family, and I won't be giving you martial arts pointers on the arena."
I don't have time to waste with your nonsense. Get out of here and don't waste my time!
People from the Vajra Sect in Hengduan Mountain are all very short-tempered, and Pei Ang is no exception.
Xuanyuan Valley God wanted to win people's hearts, so he naturally had to put on a magnanimous appearance.
But Pei Ang was too lazy to put on an act with these low-level guys.
Yang Cheng raised his sword, pointed it at Pei Ang, and said calmly, "Isn't the rule of the martial arts tournament to go on stage and compete?"
"Does Sect Leader Pei think he can make me surrender just by talking?"
Upon hearing this, Pei Ang's face darkened. He picked up a thick iron dragon-patterned staff and leaped onto the arena. The immense force he exerted caused the entire arena to tremble.
"Kid! Since you're looking for death, then I'll grant your wish today!"
"Life and death are irrelevant in the ring. Even if I smash you into mincemeat today, you deserve it!"
Pei Ang was surrounded by golden light, and howling qi swept around him, his imposing aura was awe-inspiring.
Looking at Yang Cheng, however, there was no power emanating from his body at all, as if he didn't know any martial arts.
As soon as he finished speaking, Pei Ang brought down his staff with an overwhelming force, showing no mercy whatsoever.
He wanted to teach this ungrateful brat a lesson: there's no going back in life!
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