Amidst the skeptical gazes of the crowd, Zhang Jinrui stepped off the stage, approached his master, bowed to his elders, and said, "Master, I have failed your teachings!"
The old man, whom Zhang Jinrui called his master, smiled and nodded: "Not bad, worthy of being my disciple! You were able to accurately analyze the situation on the fighting field, very good!"
"Master, you don't blame me?"
Zhang Jinrui looked up and asked in surprise.
Why should I blame you?
"But they..."
Zhang Jinrui pointed to the side, where there were still quite a few people pointing and whispering at them, their eyes filled with dissatisfaction.
His master smiled and said, "Don't bother with this rabble. Do not do to others what you would not have them do to you. If they dare, let them go. However, I think that if these people were to go on stage, they would be no match for you!"
"..."
Zhang Jinrui's master's analysis was correct; after Zhang Jinrui came down, the arena cooled down.
According to the competition rules, the number of participants in the morning is fixed. Once someone wins, they can choose to leave the arena and then compete against other winners to determine the strongest person.
If someone is confident, they can stay on stage and engage in a series of challenges, waiting for others to come and challenge them.
Jing Zhe, having not even warmed up his body since drawing his sword, naturally didn't want to come down immediately. So he stood on the stage and waited, but after waiting for a long time without anyone coming up, he became a little anxious.
"Sect Leader Qingyang, what's going on?"
"this…"
The Qingyang Sect Leader hadn't expected this to happen. He had sent these people to teach Jing Zhe a lesson, but things had turned out this way.
He then looked at the list, had someone call out names, and heard that the next person had run out because of a stomachache.
stomachache?
The Qingyang Sect Leader sneered, not believing it.
"All participants in the competition this morning may enter the arena at any time, regardless of the order!"
"..."
Even so, no one stepped forward.
It has to be said that the Jinghong Token and the Emperor's Sword were too powerful, completely terrifying this group of people.
"Sigh, I thought this martial arts tournament would be amazing, but it's nothing special! But I can understand, true masters are lonely!"
"..."
A group of people heard this but dared not speak out. However, some clamored to go on stage and kill Jing Zhe, but most of these people did not go on stage, acting as if it was none of their business.
Seeing that things couldn't continue like this, the Qingyang Sect Leader had no choice but to forcibly call out names and bring people up on stage...
But even when they went on stage, their performance was similar to Zhang Jinrui's, or even far inferior. They wouldn't say much and would surrender and leave the stage without saying a word.
...
The second day of the martial arts tournament turned out to be the most boring morning yet. Jing Zhe on the stage was drowsy, while the martial arts practitioners below were indignant but helpless.
At this moment, the Qingyang Sect Leader glanced discreetly at Long Aodi from behind, and Long Aodi immediately understood.
"I'll do it!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he leaped up from the ground, drew his sword, and flew directly onto the dueling platform.
"I remember you were first place yesterday afternoon, right? You were good enough to advance directly to tomorrow's eight-person competition. What are you doing here?"
Jing Zhe was secretly delighted, but pretended to be "doubtful".
"President Jing is so eager to participate in the martial arts tournament, he must want to experience the skills of us martial artists. But those people just now showed no sportsmanship, they didn't even give President Jing a chance to make a move. I was worried that President Jing wouldn't be satisfied, so I came up here!"
Long Aodi said with a forced smile.
"That won't do!"
Jing Zhe looked somewhat fearful and waved his hands repeatedly: "You were already the first place yesterday afternoon, it's not right for you to come up again! Besides, it's fine if you beat me, but if you lose to me, it would be even more unfair for you to be the first place in yesterday afternoon's group again!"
"..."
You? You think I'd lose?
Long Ao sneered, "Thank you for your concern, President Jing! If I win, I'll continue to be number one as yesterday afternoon. If I lose, I'll be eliminated, and the second-place winner from yesterday afternoon will be promoted one place!"
After listening, Jing Zhe shook his head again: "Isn't that a bad idea?"
As he spoke, he glanced at the Qingyang Sect Leader, his eyes flickering slightly.
"Sect Leader Qingyang, do you think this is against the rules?"
Jing Zhe's series of actions clearly showed fear in everyone's eyes. Prince Jin sneered inwardly, but said aloud, "President Jing's participation in the martial arts tournament this year has already broken some rules. Moreover, this year's tournament is quite special, so it's not unreasonable to make special arrangements. In any case, only one person can win in the end, so there's no question of fairness!"
The Qingyang Sect Leader's words basically meant he agreed with Long Aodi's meaning. Long Aodi smiled smugly: Hehe, I'll let you taste my power in a moment!
"Since that's the case..."
Jing Zhe sighed: "Alright then! But let me make one thing clear beforehand: let's stop here and avoid any casualties!"
"..."
Upon hearing this, Long Aodi immediately assumed that Jing Zhe was worried about being severely beaten, which was why he had come up with the idea of "stopping when it's too late".
I wish I could stab you to death, but I'd rather stop short of killing you?
dream!
With a sneer, Long Ao said, "President Jing, don't forget that you just signed a life-or-death agreement. Although I also want to stop here, who can guarantee that nothing will go wrong once we start fighting?"
Jing Zhe nodded and said seriously, "I was afraid of something going wrong and accidentally killing you, so I told you to stop when you were about to kill me..."
"..."
After listening, Long Aodi gritted his teeth and said fiercely, "Then there's no need for President Jing to worry about it. Life and death are in the hands of fate. If I am truly inferior in skill, then so be it!"
Jing Zhe chuckled, thinking to himself, "You really are a prophet."
"Alright, since Young Master Long has made up his mind, let's begin!"
"please!"
As he spoke, Long Ao drew his sword, and his aura instantly changed. Even those below the stage could feel a chilling and imposing power emanating from him!
"As expected of Young Hero Long!"
"Although the Kunlun Sect is not one of the four major sects, in terms of strength and foundation, it is actually stronger than the Qingcheng Sect!"
"That's right! Judging from Young Hero Long's aura, he's probably above the fifth level!"
"Yes, I really hope that Young Hero Long can give it his all!"
"..."
The implication is that these people all hope Long Aodi will change his previous style, drawing his sword only to draw blood, and ensuring that blood is drawn and the throat is sealed!
Based on the past conflict between Long Aodi and Jing Zhe yesterday, and Long Aodi's act of stepping forward to fight another battle, they felt it was very likely!
At this moment, Long Ao moved like lightning or wind, becoming one with the sword, and thrust directly at Jing Zhe!
Everyone gasped in surprise!
The power of this sword strike was such that not only ordinary people, but most people in the audience would not be able to dodge it!
It seems that President Jing's life is over!
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