Darren and others looked at each other, and there was a tacit understanding in their eyes. They went to different groups so that everyone could meet in the first round. Darren walked towards one of the boxes, and he took a deep breath and slowly reached his hand into the box. The crystal ball in the box was cool and smooth. After stirring it in the box, he took out a crystal ball the size of a fist. He looked at the number on the crystal ball nervously, twenty-three, and he tightened his heart and immediately knew that his opponent was number seventy-seven. He frowned slightly and began to think about the possible strength of his opponent and his coping strategies in his mind.

Soon, everyone assigned their opponents. The huge martial arts field was divided into twenty rings, each exuding a nervous and exciting atmosphere. Twenty games were held at the same time, and those who did not participate returned to the viewing platform. On the viewing platform, the audience's eyes were full of expectations and excitement. Their eyes were shuttled through the various rings, looking forward to seeing the exciting game.

"The first game of the knockout stage, Ryan vs. Carlin." The host's voice sounded again, like the horn of a battle. Ryan and Carlin quickly walked onto the ring, their eyes full of fighting spirit, as if they wanted to eat each other alive. Ryan was tall and muscular, and his eyes revealed a kind of confidence and domineering aura; Carlin was flexible, and his eyes were flashing with a cunning light. The two were confronting each other on the ring, and the atmosphere was so tense that it seemed to ignite the air.

"In the tenth game of the knockout match, Bruce vs. Facilin." With the announcement of the host, Bruce and Facilin also stepped on the ring. Bruce was holding a long sword in his hand, and the sword body was flashing with cold light, as if telling its sharpness; Facilin was holding a staff, with a dazzling gem inlaid on the staff, emitting a mysterious light. The two looked at each other, their eyes full of hostility, as if they were having a silent contest.

"The 20th game of the knockout stage, Trey vs. Clinton." Hearing that Trey was playing in the first round, Darren and his men lit up and turned their eyes to Trey. Trey's opponent was only a magician at the peak of level 6. If it weren't for meeting Trey, a level 7 warrior, the ranking might be higher, but now when meeting Trey, it can only be said that he is too lucky. Darren's eyes were full of confidence in Trey, and he believed that Trey would win easily.

Sure enough, as soon as the two of them came on stage, Darren and others had already predicted the outcome. If it were before, the other party might be able to deal with Trey's long-range attack advantage, but after this period of training, Trey knew the horror of the magician and would not give the other party a chance to attack again. Trey's eyes were firm, like a cheetah, locking his prey. With his flexible body movement, he quickly approached the other party with his flexible body movement, like a black lightning. Before Clinton could react, Trey's fist had already hit his chest with powerful strength. Clinton's body was knocked out like a kite with broken strings, and landed heavily under the ring.

Seeing this scene, everyone present was shocked. The audience opened their mouths slightly and their faces were full of shock. They were all impressed by Trey's decisiveness. In the stands, some college teachers and the powerful people in the Holy Land also showed a satisfied expression when they saw this. They nodded slightly, their eyes full of praise, as if they were cheering for Trey's wonderful performance.

"Yes, there are indeed many geniuses in this class!" A powerful man from the Holy Realm nodded slightly and said with emotion. There was a hint of relief in his voice, as if he saw the hope of the future of Zijin Academy.

Darren also paid attention to other competitions in the arenas. As the No. 1 academy of the Purple Gold Continent, there are indeed many geniuses, and those who can participate in this ranking competition are at least the peak of the sixth level. Darren's eyes shuttled through various rings, and his eyes were full of curiosity and scrutiny, trying to find more excellent opponents.

Among them, Darren also discovered some powerful opponents. For example, Ares, the Son of Light, who became famous in the Purple Gold Academy, stood on the ring like a sacred messenger, emitting dazzling light. The staff in his hand gently swung, and a terrifying light magic was instantly released. The light was like a sharp sword, directly hitting a warrior with a level seven-level earth attribute. Before the warrior could make effective defense, he was knocked out by this powerful force and fell heavily to the ground, losing his combat ability. A faint smile appeared on Aris's face, and his eyes were full of confidence and pride, as if he was declaring his strength to the world.

Yasia, this beautiful and powerful woman, also showed amazing strength in the ring. She stood on the ring with a light figure, like a blooming flower. There was no weapon in her hand, but her eyes were full of confidence. She chanted the spell gently, and one hand instantly activated the wind magic. The terrifying wind blade was like a sharp blade, instantly trapping the other party in a narrow space. The other party dodged left and right under the wind blade, looking embarrassed. The corner of Yasia's mouth raised slightly, showing a smug smile, and then waved her hand gently to send the other party out of the ring by the wind blade.

Haibodong's water magic was also very terrifying. He stood on the ring, his eyes were calm and deep, as if a calm lake. The staff in his hand gently waved, and a blue light instantly enveloped the entire ring. Before a fire magician could react, he was frozen in it by Haibodong's water magic. The fire magician struggled in the ice, with a terrifying expression on his face. Haibodong walked forward and kicked the frozen fire magician out of the ring with a light kick. His movements were clean and neat, as if he was doing something insignificant. His eyes revealed a kind of indifference and confidence, as if telling the world that everything would be frozen in front of his water magic.

Darren's game was arranged in the afternoon. The hot sun hangs high above the martial arts field, illuminating the entire martial arts field. The ground was hot, as if it could melt the soles of the shoes. The enthusiasm of the audience was as high as the scorching sun. They came to the martial arts field early, looking forward to a wonderful battle.

Darren's opponent was a fire-attribute warrior of the early stage of level 7. The warrior was wearing a fiery red suit, and his clothes fluttered in the wind, like burning flames. He held a long spear in his hand, and the tip of the gun was flashing with a cold light, as if he was ready to pierce the opponent at any time. A hot fighting spirit was revealed in the warrior's eyes. He stared at Darren, as if he wanted to swallow Darren alive.

Feeling the fierce wave of air coming from the other party's spear, a trace of disdain flashed in Darren's eyes. He knew that the other party's strength was far from his own, but he did not want to expose his strength too much to avoid unnecessary trouble. Darren slowly took out the spear, which flashed silver light in the sun, and the spear body was slender and straight, like a peerless magic weapon. Darren gently shook the spear, and the tip of the spear drew a graceful arc, making a "buzzing" sound.

"Kill!" The fire-attributed warrior took the lead in attacking. He shouted loudly, and the sound was as loud as a bell, which made the air around him shake. The spear in his hand was like a red lightning, with a raging flame, stabbing towards Darren quickly. Wherever the spear passed, the air seemed to be ignited, making a "sizzling" sound.

Darren was calm and he turned sideways slightly and easily avoided the opponent's attack. Then, the spear in his hand suddenly swung, and the gun rod was carrying a powerful force, like a thick tree trunk, sweeping towards the opponent's spear. A loud "double" sound was like a loud bell ringing. The two spears collided violently, and sparks splashed everywhere. The fire-attributed warrior only felt a powerful force coming from the spear, which made his arms numb and his tiger's mouth hurt. He was shocked, but he didn't expect that Darren's seemingly random attack contained such a terrifying power.

Darren took advantage of the situation and swept his spear, like a silver whirlwind, towards the opponent's body. Seeing this, the fire-attributed warrior quickly took a few steps back and tried to avoid Darren's attack. However, Darren's attack speed was too fast, and he had no time to make effective defense. The spear swept his body, and he only felt a huge force knocking him out, and his whole body drew an arc like a meteor, falling heavily under the ring.

When fighting with the opponent, Darren did not even use his fighting spirit, but defeated the opponent purely by relying on his physical strength. He looked at his opponent lying on the ground, with no pride or pride in his eyes, only a faint calmness. He gently put away his spear, turned around and walked off the ring, as if everything that had just happened was just a trivial matter.

After the day of battle, the afterglow of the sunset shone on the martial arts field, covering the entire martial arts field with a layer of golden coat. Several people dragged their tired bodies back to the dormitory, and a breath of sweat and fatigue filled the dormitory. Telai spoke first. While wiping the sweat on his forehead, he said: "I watched Ares' battle today. It was too easy and effortless. And graphite, his defense is too strong. In the same level, it is hard to break through his defense." Telai's eyes revealed a hint of envy and admiration. He knew the difference between himself and these strong men.

As the first academy in mainland China, Zijin Academy is full of geniuses, with hidden dragons and crouching tigers and hidden dragons. Among them are many talented people, and even some strong people are as talented as Darren. Although their bloodlines are already thin, they still have some inherited talents. These students with different talents showed amazing strength in the competition, which made the entire martial arts field boil.

"Well, today is just the first day, and there are so many strong people. But we also have talents that are not inferior to them, and our advantages are also very obvious. If we don't meet a particularly powerful opponent in the early stage, try to keep some trump cards!" Darren sat by the bed, massaging his sore muscles while saying seriously. A trace of firmness and confidence was revealed in his eyes. He believed that the strength of himself and his brothers would be able to achieve excellent results in the competition as long as he used it reasonably.
Chapter completed!