137: C137 Gathering of experts

C137 Gathering of experts

At the end of the fourth round of Martial Competition, there should have been one hundred and eight contestants participating in the fifth round. However, there were a few battles that were too intense. In the end, both sides were heavily injured and had to retreat. Although there were still a few who had won, they were no longer able to continue and could only give up in the end.

In the end, only a hundred people from the fifth round of Martial Competition remained.

And after the fifth round, there were similarly forty-six severely injured Martial Warrior who had retreated, so much so that there were only forty-six people who participated in the sixth round of Martial Competition.

The 46 people were divided into 23 groups.

When Tang Huan defeated the old man in green, the victors of several of the groups had already been decided. However, there were a few groups that were exceptionally tragic, and it was estimated that after this round was over, with twenty or so people to continue participating in the following battles, it would already be considered very good.

"This Tang Huan's luck is too good, the opponents he met in three consecutive rounds were not very strong."

"The opponent that Tang Huan met in the fourth round is indeed not that great, but the fifth and sixth round opponents are already pretty strong, especially the old man in the sixth round who is definitely an expert at the peak of the fifth step. It's indeed very difficult for Tang Huan to win against him in this round."

"Really?" Why do I feel like Tang Huan is extremely relaxed? "

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"After this round of competition, the rest of the Stage Five Martial Master s will be the strongest, and the following seventh round will definitely be more exciting."

Although I was eliminated in the first round, but after observing so many battles between experts of the fifth step, my harvest is very big. Especially that Tang Huan. He did not use any battle skills for the past three rounds, but the spear in his hands seems to have come alive.

"Generally speaking, to have such methods, one must have immersed himself in the way of the spear for over ten years, or even dozens of years, yet Tang Huan is so young. It is said that he was previously an ordinary person who did not cultivate true energy, and if he did not see it with his own eyes, it would be hard to believe that this is true."

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Tang Huan was already seated cross-legged in the resting area on the right, waves after waves of noisy sounds unceasingly entered his ears, but he was not moved at all. After quickly sweeping through the dozen or so arenas where the battle was still ongoing, he slowly closed his eyes and stood there, as motionless as a statue.

Although the fight with the old man earlier seemed rather relaxed, he had consumed a large amount of Zhen Qi.

He had to restore himself to his peak state before the seventh round began. Fortunately, by refining the "Pure Yang Pill Bead", he was able to recover his true energy at the fastest speed possible.

"Everyone, it has been two hours and the seventh round is about to begin. Please come here quickly!" Abruptly, Lei Ming's earth-shaking shout resounded outside the Fengling Valley, waking Tang Huan up from his cultivation.

"It started so quickly!"

Tang Huan's eyes flashed, and he stood up.

At this time, the true qi within the Dantian and the nine spiritual vain had long since recovered. Between mind instructs, the vigorous true qi was like a wave as it shuttled quickly through, filling up the entire place.

Not long later, many figures had already gathered in front of the wooden shed.

There were two friends, Gu Ying and Tang Si. There was Tang Long and Hong Tao who viewed him as an enemy, Gao Ling, Mo Shang, Meng Zixuan, and the others who could call out their names. As for the rest of the Martial Warrior, Tang Huan had more or less seen their battles before, they were all experts.

Amongst them, the one who drew Tang Huan's attention the most was a black-clothed man whose face was seemingly always expressionless, and a beautiful woman clad in a red dress.

The sword techniques of the black-clothed man were extremely crafty and strange, making it impossible to guard against them.

To the best of Tang Huan's knowledge, it seemed that no one had been able to withstand his second strike. Even the most powerful of powerhouses at the fifth step, he only needed one strike to achieve victory. Unfortunately, not to mention Tang Huan, even the surrounding people did not know of his name.

The woman in the red dress had a charming face and a seductive figure. She raised her hand and raised her foot, and her entire body emitted a bewitching aura. With every frown and smile, she gave off an intoxicating feeling. Amongst the surrounding onlookers in the Martial Warrior, there were quite a few of them who were completely captivated by him and full of love and admiration.

According to the information that Tang Huan had gathered from the crowd's words, the red dressed lady's name should be Mu Yan.

Compared to Mu Yan's appearance, she had an astonishing strength.

After today's three rounds, she had quickly finished the battle, while she herself had yet to be injured. From start to finish, she had been extremely relaxed.

"Everyone, there are a total of twenty-one people participating in this round of martial arts competition. So, there will definitely be one empty spot."

Lei Ming's eyes swept across the crowd, and said while smiling, "Now, let us invite everyone to come and draw lots, there are a total of 21 paper balls, and amongst them, one of the paper balls is blank, while the other twenty paper balls have the same number written on it. In this round of the competition, we will be fighting against each other, and the friends who draw the blank paper balls will be able to directly participate in the eighth round of Martial Competition s."1

Hearing Lei Ming's words, everyone could not help but look at each other, exchanging glances.

Many Martial Warrior, especially the one who was injured in the previous round of competition, couldn't help but reveal an expression of anticipation when they heard Lei Ming's words.

If they could make this round empty, they would be able to get more time to rest compared to the other Martial Warrior. This would become a huge advantage in the eighth round of the competition.

But unfortunately, among the 21 people present, only one person was able to enjoy such benefits.

But who would be the lucky one?

"Everyone, let's begin." Everyone, let's begin.

Just as Lei Ming finished speaking, a sturdy man in his thirties ran over excitedly and quickly pulled out a ball of paper from the wooden chest. Unable to wait any longer to take a look, the muscular man slapped the back of his head in annoyance and gloomily shouted, "Thirteen!"

The second person who came up was a young woman who wore a white dress. Her delicate body was filled with curves, but her face was extremely ordinary.

She was not as anxious as the strong man in front of her. She unhurriedly pulled out a ball of paper and looked at it. Then, a calm smile appeared on her face. "Thirteen!"

"The two of us are opponents?" The tall and sturdy man's eyes opened wide in that instant.

"I didn't."

The woman faintly smiled and no longer said a word. However, the burly man next to her couldn't help but change his expression, as if he was extremely afraid of this woman in the white dress.

When the surrounding people saw the result of the draw, their eyes also showed a strange expression.

In the first two draws, a group of opponents had already been decided. It was unknown whether this was a good or bad omen. Just as everyone was thinking about this, Tang Huan was already the third person to walk in front of the wooden shed. He then took a light breath and placed his right hand into the wooden box.

"Four!"

After a while, Tang Huan opened the paper ball, and reported the number inside.

Before drawing lots, Tang Huan did not hold much expectation in his heart, nor did he manage to draw a blank ball of paper. Naturally, he was not disappointed in his heart.

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