210: C210 Chaotic Battle

C210 Chaotic Battle

"Hmph!" Zhang Kaidao coldly harrumphed.

What Zhan Tianming did was simply a provocation to him. He naturally had to express his stance. With a flip of his hand, he killed his opponent.

It was clean and clean, incomparably ruthless!

From the beginning to the end, Zhang Kaidao didn't even have a chance to look at his opponent.

And the person he killed just so happened to be a person from the Linshang County's prince mansion.

Zhang Kaidao lifted his foot and stepped on the man's head.

Slurp! Slurp!

The man's head was instantly crushed.

After that, Zhang Kaidao threw a provocative look at Zhan Tianming.

Zhan Tianming's eyes darkened slightly.

Huff!

With a wave of his hand, he unleashed all of the 99 layers of Lingshuang in the Froze Tyrant Blade. In an instant, 99 overbearing blade Qi slashed towards Jin Wenxing who had fallen onto the arena.

Puchi... Puchi...

Puchi...

Ninety-nine saber Qi sliced Jin Wenxing into meat paste.

Zhan Tianming's eyes were also looking at Zhang Kaidao.

Between the two of them, there was a bow and an arrow.

Zhang Kaidao's expression was somewhat gloomy and ugly.

The two vice-judges on the arena were fiercely shocked by this scene.

After a long while, they each announced the result.

On the grandstand, Zhang Tusheng's face was even more frightening than Zhang Kaidao's. His gaze was staring straight at Zhan Tianming.

Because the Jin Wenxing who was killed by Zhan Tianming just now was his disciple.

"Little bastard, you are not far from death!"

Ring Eight.

Zhan Tianming had already gotten the last point.

His total score was now seven points.

This was not a lot of points, but it was still quite a lot. Furthermore, he had managed to maintain a complete record.

This time, his name was gradually being remembered by the people.

After all, the Grand Perfection Saber Technique just now, as well as the fact that he had crossed a major realm to kill his opponent, was enough for Zhan Tianming to enter the eyes of many people.

Now, there were only a few who could still maintain a complete record in the Ring Eight.

Besides Zhan Tianming, there was also Feng Wushuang and the other two Martial Spirit Martial Cultivator.

The situation in the other rings was similar.

There was still no outstanding Martial Cultivator in the first ring.

In the second ring, Ma Jiahui maintained a complete victory record, and the other four also maintained a complete victory record.

Dugu Jian, who was in the third ring, maintained a sword victory record.

Long Xufei and Chenxi, who were in the fourth ring, also maintained a complete victory record.

In the fifth ring, Murong Tangtang, Zhang Kaidao, and Yan Hongchen maintained a complete victory. Li Tianyu was regretfully defeated in one round, and the next one was against Liu Cang. Unfortunately, Liu Cang had been forced to give up the match.

In the sixth ring, Yu Weirong and the other two kept a full score.

In the seventh ring, Zhan Ming was like a god of slaughter, and no one dared to provoke him. Similarly, besides Zhan Ming, there were also two people who had maintained a complete victory record.

Although many of them had no chance of entering the second round, many of them were laughing.

Taking advantage of the opportunity of this competition, they had a decisive battle with experts that they rarely encountered. They had obtained a lot of insights, and there were even a few who had made a breakthrough in the battle, allowing their strength to rise to another level.

Although they didn't have the chance to obtain the Sky Wind Hidden Dragon Rank, they had obtained an increase in strength.

What could be better than this?

Some were happy, some were worried.

Those Martial Cultivator who died in the Sky Wind Hidden Dragon Rank didn't even have a chance to grieve.

Soon, the results of the first round were out.

As the representative, Xie Aoyu announced the results.

"Number one ring, the one who advanced to the second round is..."

"Battle ring number two, those who advance to the second round are..."

... ""

" The Ring Eight, the one who advanced to the second round... "

The other seven arenas all announced fifty names, but when it came to Ring Eight, Xie Aoyu only announced forty-nine names.

"Hmm? Why is there still one person missing?"

"That's right. The Ring Eight has only announced 49 names. Obviously, there is still one more person missing."

"Did you guys notice? That Zhan Tianming who was deducted 30% didn't seem to be included in the second round's list. Could he have been eliminated?"

"That's right. After hearing what you said, I don't think I really heard his name."

People couldn't help but look at Zhan Tianming.

Feng Wushuang also frowned slightly.

"What the hell is Second Imperial Brother doing? Why doesn't Zhan Tianming's name exist?"

Feng Wushuang could not figure it out. Furthermore, she had no idea how many names she had announced. She only knew that Xie Aoyu had already stopped his announcement, as if he had already announced the end.

After a moment, Xie Aoyu continued, "There is a small problem with the Ring Eight."1

Hearing this, everyone's attention was focused on it.

Xie Aoyu said, "The top 49 of the Ring Eight have been decided, but the 50th place has a situation. After the referees discussed it together, the last spot will be decided by the three contestants for another round. Whoever wins in the end will have the spot."

"The names of these three are: Zhan Tianming, Chou Yongqiang, and Mo Xingyu."

"Please return to the arena. This will be a chaotic battle."

As Xie Aoyu's voice fell, the crowd immediately became excited again.

Chaotic battle?

Wouldn't that be even more exciting?

If one watched too many one-versus-one battles, changing to a free-for-all battle battle would simply be the seasoning of one's life.

Everyone's gaze began to sweep over the participating Martial Cultivator.

And under everyone's gaze, three figures once again ascended the Ring Eight.

Chou Yongqiang, a bald youth, had a red rune drawn on top of his head. His muscles were bulging, and his shirt was about to burst open.

Mo Xingyu, a handsome young man, was holding a paper fan in his hand.

Zhan Tianming's eyes quickly swept across the two of them.

Chou Yongqiang: Three Stars Martial Spirit

Mo Xingyu: Two Star Martial Spirit

Both of their strengths were not weak.

Only Zhan Tianming was a Six Star Martial Expert.

"Haha... This is going to be interesting. Two Martial Spirit and one Martial Expert, who do you think will win in the end?"

"I think it should be Zhan Tianming."

"That might not be the case. Don't forget, Chou Yongqiang and Mo Xingyu were also from the eighth ring. I already know that Zhan Tianming's strength cannot be underestimated. I estimate that... These two will immediately join hands to get rid of Zhan Tianming, the variable. After that, the two of them will compete for the last spot."

"That makes sense. I think so too."

"In my opinion, even if the two of them join forces, they won't be a match for Zhan Tianming, right?"

"That's right. Don't forget that Zhan Tianming even defeated a Seven Star Martial Spirit."

"Ridiculous, cultivation base is only a part of one's strength. Martial techniques, cultivation techniques, luck, and even the current state. They will all become the key factors that determine victory and defeat. We can't just look at one side. Moreover, Chou Yongqiang and Mo Xingyu are not easy to deal with. "

" You mean to say that Zhan Tianming is not as good as those two in these aspects? "

"Alright, stop fighting. The martial arts competition is about to begin. Let's wait and see."

"That's right. The winner and loser will be revealed soon."

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