Huo Wujiu was defeated and was defeated by Meng Shuo with one punch.
Xu Lai was defeated and was killed by Deng Chao with a sword strike.
The two consecutive battles were clean and neat, ending in an instant. It couldn't be faster, just like a tiger versus a wolf in the jungle. It was a complete one-sided crushing.
Seeing the fate of Huo Wu Jiu and Xu Lai, all the candidates fell silent, but the extraction of jade cards from the heavens above the void continued.
Whoosh!
Another jade tablet from the heavens burst out with light, a huge name illuminated the void, and a candidate was drawn.
On the bloody throne, when he saw the name in the void, Ye Wuque's eyes flashed, because it was Wang Ling who was drawn.
He was one of the two people who yelled at him in the mission hall before.
After just one glance, Ye Wuque closed his eyes and continued to absorb the pure energy of heaven and earth constantly used by the independent throne under him, without the slightest interest in the next battle.
Because he knew that no matter who Wang Ling chose, his fate would be the same as that of Huo Wujiu and Xu Lai.
On the battlefield, Wang Ling's face was a little pale, and he even had the idea of turning around and running away, but in the end he gritted his teeth and spoke.
"I challenge...the ninety-seventh place!"
boom!
On the first row of the Scarlet Throne, a gust of wind suddenly blew up. A slender figure in a green robe stood up, took a step forward, and jumped off the Scarlet Throne.
It has to be said that Wang Ling also chose the last ranked master on the list that he could choose.
According to the rules of the challenge, each candidate may not choose the same top player to challenge within two rounds.
In other words, Xu Lai previously chose Deng Chao, the 99th-ranked Opening Axe, so Wang Ling, who followed Xu Lai, could not continue to choose Deng Chao.
Unless you are the next candidate after Wang Ling, you can continue to choose Deng Chao.
This kind of regulation is also reasonable. It gives the top players a certain amount of rest time to avoid wheel-and-wheel battles, where a certain top player consumes a lot of money and takes advantage to defeat the opponent.
However, Tyrannical Blood Soul Gun Xing Wufeng, who was originally ranked 90th, was off the list for some reason, so Wang Ling's choice was only 97th.
The figure in the cyan military robe fell on the battle platform, and the entire battle platform was like a hurricane blowing instantly, and an ethereal aura that could only be attributed to the power of wind was like a wave.
Looking at the slender figure in green robes across from him, Wang Ling swallowed his saliva. He found that his whole body began to tremble, and an emotion called uneasiness and fear expanded in his heart.
Number ninety-seven on the list, Storm Han Qing.
Han Qing's nickname was Storm, so he lived up to his name. He just glanced at Wang Ling briefly and then slightly extended his right hand.
Buzz!
When Wang Ling saw this, his whole body tensed up immediately, and all the energy in his body was wildly flowing. He didn't dare to hold back at all, so he launched his strongest blow!
A huge fist seal appeared in the void with an extremely impressive momentum, which also proved Wang Ling's impressive strength.
However, Wang Ling soon showed a look of despair.
Because he saw a cyan wind blade, soft, elegant, but extremely fast, gently passing through the middle of his fist print!
boom!
The fist seal was destroyed, and the green wind blade passed through the void and struck Wang Ling.
puff!
A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Wang Ling turned 360 degrees upside down like a dead dog before falling down with a snap, and then passed out simply.
Again, he was defeated with a single move.
As Wang Ling was defeated, cheers gradually began to appear in the originally quiet arena, but the object of cheers became Han Qing.
After that, multiple candidates appeared in succession, and their challenges ranged from the ninety-ninth to the ninety-second place, and the opportunities were repeated.
The number of candidates left behind became more and more popular, from more than 200 to 200, 180, 150...
Except for a few candidates who have still not been drawn, their hearts seem to be in torment at this moment, and the fear and tension in their hearts are surging like an ocean.
Bang!
On the fighting platform, Meng Shuo punched out, his right fist almost making the void around him tremble slightly. The fist as big as a sandbag shot into the void with boundless and terrifying power, heading straight towards the candidate on the opposite side.
Boom!
The candidate who was hit was punched out of the arena like a rotten watermelon, with countless bones broken in his body, and he passed out without even making a sound.
"It's really too weak... Are this year's candidates just the same? I'm so disappointed that no one can give me a second punch."
Meng Shuo stood nine feet tall on the battlefield, like a hill, and the muscles on his body were as if they were made of fine iron. Each piece hid an extremely domineering power. It seemed that he was no longer a monk, but a human figure.
Tyrannosaurus!
With his eyes like copper bells filled with disdain and disdain, Meng Shuo's gaze swept across all the candidates, and his Yue-like aura broke out and left with pressure.
"Can't there be a guy among you who can make me feel good? Each one of you is as weak as a novice. With such rubbish strength, I am really surprised that you can become a candidate! Or should I say, your candidate
Are all the tokens bought from others?”
As soon as these words came out, all the candidates' originally slightly pale faces became extremely ugly.
Meng Shuo's words were clearly an insult to them, which was even worse than ridicule and questioning.
For a time, many candidates felt a fire simmering in their hearts, but they could only grit their teeth and endure it because Meng Shuo was really too powerful.
Meng Shuo looked at the ugly faces and aggrieved eyes of the candidates, chuckled, and then left the battlefield and returned to the Bloody Throne.
However, when Meng Shuo turned around and left, he didn't see that in a corner under the fighting platform, a pair of unruly eyes were slowly looking at his back, and his eyes were getting colder.
The challenge continues, or rather the defeat of the candidates continues.
The number of candidates under the battle stage has slowly shrunk from one hundred to ninety...eighty...sixty...thirty...
There are fewer and fewer candidates left.
But after Ye Wuque took the lead and Yu Jiaoxue came from behind, none of the candidates who appeared successfully succeeded in the challenge!
All were defeated, and they were defeated one after another!
Every candidate was defeated by a single move by a top player, and no top player was ever forced to use a second move.
The arena went from silence at the beginning, to cheers slowly, to excitement at the end.
Everyone's attention is focused on each chosen master, and everyone is betting on whether the next candidate can force the master to use his second move.
But without exception, none of them won the bet.
Until above the void, another jade tablet of the heavens was randomly drawn out. This time the name that appeared was two words.