The group arrived at the stage. Su Jinyue looked up at the two contestants currently competing, number 87 and number 92. It would be a long time before she could take the stage. Her entry number was 219.
"Little sister, why don't you go and rest for a while? I'll call you when Zhan Yihan goes on stage." Su Yanyue looked at Su Jinyue and said. The numbers they received were all very different. The first one to go on stage was Zhan Yihan, and his number was 132.
Su Jinyue smiled and shook her head, "I want to see everyone's strength." She didn't have much fighting experience, but she could gain some experience by watching the competition on stage.
Su Yanyue nodded and patted Su Jinyue on the shoulder, "Don't feel too stressed. We have your brother and Yihan here, we will do our best." After all, it was the younger sister's first time to participate in this kind of competition, so it was inevitable that she would be a little nervous.
"Yeah!" Su Jinyue responded. Although she had never experienced such a competition before, her emotions remained stable. For her, she had even experienced death before, so what else was there to be nervous about?
The competition on the stage is in full swing, but so far, no one has been able to win ten games in a row, which shows how difficult it is to enter the finals.
On the stage, among the two people fighting, a disciple from Qingcheng Mountain was kicked off the stage by his opponent.
Before long, a bearded young man walked onto the stage. He bowed to the people in white and green on the stage and said, "I am Youtong, a disciple of Youquan Sect, and I have come to learn from you."
The man who had won earlier smiled and bowed, "I am Feng Tingxun, a disciple of the Yanhe School, seeking advice." He had won seven games in a row, and if he won three more he would be able to enter the finals.
As soon as the words fell, Youtong and Fengtingxun attacked at the same time. In a battle, whoever takes the initiative has a greater chance of victory.
Youtong's move was decisive. When Feng Tingxun rushed over, he chose to attack his opponent's vital point. His goal was to enter the finals, so in every game, he had to finish off his opponent as quickly as possible, so that he would have a greater chance of winning.
Feng Tingxun found that his opponent used a fatal move right from the start, and his fighting spirit became even stronger. He punched quickly and kicked his right foot towards the opponent's face at the same time.
Youtong smiled coldly, as if he didn't see Feng Tingxun's attack, and his fist went towards the opponent's vital point resolutely.
Feng Tingxun's fists and feet hit Youtong at the same time, but Youtong's fist also hit Feng Tingxun's vital point at the same time.
Blood instantly dyed Feng Tingxun's white clothes red. A trace of disbelief appeared in his eyes. He lowered his head to look at Youtong's fist that hit him, only to find that he was wearing a ring on his hand. But that ring was not an ordinary ring, but a weapon with a spike. Now the spike was deeply embedded in his vital point.
"You..." Feng Tingxun only said one word and then fell backwards weakly.
"This Youtong is too cruel. He actually killed his opponent directly."
"This man is simply a lunatic."
"Have any of you heard of Youquan Sect?"
"Never."
"Me neither." The crowd in the audience erupted in excitement when they saw someone die on stage. It wasn't that no one died during a fight, but generally speaking, they would show mercy and not kill the opponent completely.
"Next!" Youtong looked down at the audience, a cold smile on his face. This was exactly the effect he wanted, so his opponent would retreat before the fight even began, giving him a greater chance of winning.
As he finished speaking, a young woman dressed in the uniform of the Wuyi Sect walked onto the stage. She looked at Youtong with some fear, "Lin Muqing from the Wuyi Sect comes to ask for advice."
Youtong looked Lin Muqing up and down and said, "Since you are a woman, I will spare your life if you just admit defeat."
Lin Muqing bit her lip, a hint of hesitation in her eyes. After a long moment, her gaze gradually became firm as she looked at Youtong, "Please!" She was a little afraid of Youtong, but since she was already on stage, she couldn't back down. Otherwise, if her state of mind was affected, her strength would never improve again.
Youtong raised his eyebrows in surprise, and seeing Lin Muqing attacking him, he also attacked her.
He defeated Lin Muqing with just two moves of Youtong. Perhaps because Lin Muqing was a woman, he did not kill her completely this time.
"This Youtong is very powerful, and it is very likely that he has already reached the Xuan level." Su Yanyue analyzed while looking at Youtong on the stage.
Su Yanxi nodded in agreement, "There's a high chance he'll make it to the finals."
"This man is ruthless and a formidable opponent," Su Jinyue said. She sensed a dark aura from him, a familiar one, but couldn't place where she'd felt it before.
At this time, another young man walked onto the stage. He announced his name and started fighting with Youtong. However, he did not last long and was killed on the stage by Youtong in the same way.
Seeing Youtong kill his opponent again, the people in the audience became even more angry, but the organizer did not stipulate that killing was not allowed during the competition, so everyone could only vent their dissatisfaction verbally.
Youtong didn't care about this. If his opponent admitted defeat as soon as he got on the stage, he would spare his life. If his opponent fought him, he would kill him without mercy.
The ten matches ended quickly, and Youtong entered the finals smoothly.
As Youtong stepped down from the stage, the competition on the stage returned to its previous peaceful state.
"It's my turn." Zhan Yihan looked at Su Jinyue and said, seeing that it was soon his turn.
"Come on!" Su Jinyue made a cheering gesture to Zhan Yihan. She had absolute confidence in Yihan.
"Wait for my good news." Zhan Yihan curled his lips into a smile and walked towards the stage.
As one of the contestants was defeated, Zhan Yihan walked onto the stage, "Zhan Yihan, come here to ask for advice!" His opponent was a disciple of Fengyan Sect. The opponent was very strong and had fought six games in a row, but there was no sign of fatigue on his face.
The other party was a little surprised to see that Zhan Yihan was not wearing the sect's uniform, "I am Xiang Qing from the Fengyan Sect, thank you for your guidance." Could it be that Zhan Yihan is not a member of the sect?
Zhan Yihan nodded lightly, and seeing that the other party had already launched an attack on him, he also attacked the other party.
Xiang Qing's attack speed was very fast. He liked to fight quickly and make a quick decision.
But Zhan Yihan was faster. When he was on a mission, he didn't have the luxury of time to waste with the enemy, so if he didn't make a move, it was fine. Once he did, he would definitely take down the enemy.
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