As time went on, the competition became more and more intense. The original ninety-eight people were reduced to fifty-five. If five more people died, this brutal fight would end.
After Lu Jingzhi dealt with No. 52, he hid in the corner, his back pressed tightly against the shield, and watched the other contestants vigilantly.
At the same time, Yang Jinchao in the distance, holding a long sword, quickly killed an opponent. The blade was covered with blood, which dripped onto the ground along the tip of the sword.
He looked around and caught a glimpse of Lu Jingzhi huddled in the corner. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing a hint of a sneer: "The next target is you."
At this moment, Lu Jingzhi suddenly felt a strong murderous intent coming towards him. He looked up suddenly and his eyes happened to meet Yang Jinchao's.
I thought to myself: [It's him! Is he going to attack me?]
Realizing the impending danger, he immediately became alert, and a mysterious lotus mark appeared on his forehead under the mask.
Then, he put on the precious armor and spiritual armor without hesitation to protect his body tightly.
Yang Jinchao held a long sword and looked at Lu Jingzhi with cold eyes, then suddenly launched an attack, muttering something.
"White Shadow Slash."
As he chanted the spell, a clone identical to him appeared in front of him, slashing down with a long sword in hand.
Immediately afterwards, another clone appeared in front of this clone, also holding a long sword, but this time swinging it horizontally.
In this way, clones continued to appear, each with different movements. Finally, all the clones rushed towards Lu Jingzhi and launched an attack at the same time.
In an instant, Lu Jingzhi's head fell to the ground and blood gushed out.
Seeing this scene, Nan Ye covered his mouth in fear and screamed, "Sister Yan An, Brother Lu is dead!"
However, Yan An's expression remained calm, as if he was not surprised by what was happening before his eyes.
She replied calmly, "Well, if I die, I die."
Nan Ye widened his eyes and asked in confusion: "Sister Yan An, why do you say that?"
Yan An smiled slightly and said, "Stupid, keep watching the big screen outside the venue."
Hearing this, Nan Ye hurriedly turned around to look at the big screen outside the arena, only to see Lu Jingzhi standing on the arena in good health, not dead.
"What's going on?"
"This is grafting. It can transfer itself to the green plants within a range. I was fooled by it last time." Yan An explained.
At that time, I was in the center of the Monster Forest and was frightened by his move and had a nightmare. It also made me truly understand his position in my heart.
Yang Jinchao smiled cruelly when he saw the head he had chopped off was separated, but the next second he saw a red vine.
"this…?"
"I'm here."
Yang Jinchao suddenly turned around and saw a bloody iron fist hitting him.
"ah!"
Before he could react, he was knocked away by a punch and finally hit the shield.
Yang Jinchao retracted his spiritual armor, and a sharp pain like an electric current surged throughout his body.
"asshole!"
He was so furious that his intermediate sword energy actually created cracks in the protective shield on the arena.
And this shield can resist the existence of one-star Xuanhuang realm!
Miaomiao also witnessed this scene and excitedly reported it: "Wow, look everyone! This cultivator's sword energy actually scratched the shield!"
When the audience heard the news, they exclaimed in amazement.
One audience member, while eating green fruit soaked in vinegar, said excitedly, "Luckily, I bet on Yang Jinchao, this one is definitely a sure win."
His friend next to him responded, "Yeah, but I also put some of my hopes on that mysterious man. I think he's no ordinary guy."
He picked up a green fruit and put it in his mouth, then continued, "No matter how simple it is, I just need to suppress Yang Jinchao without thinking."
Another audience member suddenly interrupted, "Hey, you know what? When I went to place my bets, I saw a beautiful woman betting on number 78. Do you think she's stupid?"
"Is this true?!" others asked in surprise.
"Of course it's true! Why would I lie to you?" The audience member sneered.
At this moment, Lu Jinchao's sword flew into the air, and the sword intent suddenly condensed.
"Go to hell!" he roared, preparing to launch a fatal blow.
However, just as he was about to take action, the transparent shield suddenly lit up red.
"Everyone stop, the melee is over. Congratulations to the fifty monks for advancing to the next round." A loud voice sounded, announcing the result of the competition.
Yang Jinchao stared fiercely at the number on the screen - 50.
He was so angry that his chest heaved violently, and he wished he could kill Lu Jingzhi immediately, but when he thought of the soul-replenishing milk, he suppressed his anger and put away the sword in his hand.
"Just wait for me, you little brat! If you can, don't let me meet you!" He said gritting his teeth, his tone full of resentment.
Lu Jingzhi, holding a spear, slowly stepped forward, a scornful smile on his face: "Am I afraid of you? If you meet me, I'll just chop off your watermelon and kick it like a ball!"
"Okay, let's wait and see!"
Neither of them gave in and both made harsh remarks.
Then they turned and walked off the stage towards the lounge.
According to the competition rules, after each round, the players can return to the lounge to rest for one hour.
Lu Jingzhi strolled into the corridor and saw Yan An standing at the door waiting for him.
"My wife."
He called softly, tenderness glittering in his eyes.
Yan An smiled and opened his arms, and the two hugged each other tightly.
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