68: C68 Eerie Battle Table

C68 Eerie Battle Table

Ling Xiao's gaze shifted towards Wang Ming. At the same time that he looked over, Wang Ming also looked towards him.

The two of them only looked at each other quietly, but the coldness in their eyes seemed to be the same.

When the other spectators saw the match table, they immediately reacted and cried out in alarm.

"The first round of the arena battle will be Ling Xiao, and the second round will be Wang Ming!"

"They should be able to enter the top 100 without any mishaps. Then the next battle will be between the two of them!"

"Are these duels really random? "Isn't this saying that when you enter the 50th round, one person from Ling Xiao and Wang Ming will be eliminated?"

"What the hell is this? The two strongest people in the preliminaries are actually one of them who is not qualified to participate in the preliminaries! "

"…"

Compared to the audience's discussion, the contestants were all secretly delighted.

Ling Xiao and Wang Ming were both third level Fate Soul warriors, but most of the competitors were first level. There weren't many second level Soul Masters, and there were only a handful third level Fate Soul warriors.

If these two were able to fight in advance, then the chances of them winning the qualification tournament would be a bit higher.

For a time, the stadium was in chaos.

The host saw the situation and immediately said, "Let me repeat once again, the battle charts are randomly listed by the computer. No one is interfering."

When the audience heard this, the discussions immediately lessened.

In fact, if he really wanted to interfere, he would probably separate Ling Xiao and Ling Xiao. At the very least, he wouldn't bump into them so quickly.

The reason for this was simple. Regardless of who it was that was eliminated, their viewership ratings and level of interest would be greatly reduced.

And now, the two of them would encounter each other in the top 100 or 50. This proved that there was no one who could interfere with their plans.

The teacher in charge of the team almost fainted when he saw the results. Originally, he could have safely gotten the qualification tournament slots, but now, it was hard to say.

He said anxiously, "Ling Xiao, are you confident?"

Ling Xiao shrugged and said, "Teacher, just wait and see the competition."

When the leading teacher heard this, he did not say anything. At this point in time, it was useless to say anything.

He could only pray in his heart that Ling Xiao could defeat Wang Ming.

As long as Ling Xiao won, both Ling Xiao and Southern City's No. 3 High School would provide a huge boost to him.

"The first round of the arena battle will be held in three minutes. Two contestants, please get ready." The host said.

Immediately, the audience quieted down and waited for the match to begin.

3 minutes later, Ling Xiao and another contestant went up.

Ling Xiao had a calm expression, while the contestant was flustered.

When this contestant saw the match schedule, he almost fainted. Why did he meet Ling Xiao, the great demon king? Was there still any competition left? Can I just surrender?

In the end, it was clear that his teacher didn't care about anything else and directly pushed him up.

The competition could be lost, but surrendering was impossible!

Boom! *0

After a gunshot, the match officially began!

Ling Xiao held the Basic Alloy Staff, and the Fate Soul appeared on top of his head. His aura was like a mountain, making the competitor feel extremely uncomfortable.

However, at this point, the contestant had nowhere to retreat to.

Soon, he made his decision. The Power of Fate Soul exploded and his figure flashed towards Ling Xiao.

He knew very well that he only had one chance.

Ling Xiao stood on the spot and waved his hands!

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