After giving the order, the ringmaster immediately stood up and walked onto the stage holding the roster in his hand.
"God bless the Ming Dynasty. This time the Ming Dynasty held the National Master Competition. A total of 1,978 people signed up. According to the rules of the competition, I conducted a preliminary selection with all the competition officials and eliminated those who were below the heaven level. A total of 1,978 people signed up.
There are ninety-nine people left. Today is the re-election. The ninety-nine people are divided into ten groups. Except for the last group of nine people, each group of ten people fight in a melee. Life and death in the ring are determined by fate. Falling on the stage is defeat, falling is defeat, and death
If you lose, the winner will directly enter the final election!"
The chief contestant looked around and said, "The re-election begins now. Anyone who is late will be deemed to have abstained. The first group, Duan Chengfeng, Li Yi..."
Following his voice, all ten contestants from the first group came on stage.
"First game, let's begin!"
Following the voice of the chief challenger, the ten contestants immediately took action and attacked the opponents on their side without hesitation.
Excluding those above the heaven level, the remaining ninety-nine people can naturally be considered masters, and the competition becomes more and more lively. Occasionally, there are dangerous moves, which cause a series of screams from the audience.
Mingyue sat in the main seat, looking at the stage indifferently and then looking away.
Among this group, the strongest one was the nine-star warrior named Li Yi. Mingyue was not even interested in seeing him.
Several opponents were thrown off the platform one after another. Li Yi took back his whip and proudly clasped his fists at everyone, not forgetting to salute the bright moon in the distance.
"First round, Li Yisheng!" The main ringmaster stepped down again, "Second round..."
Soon, the top five groups had already decided the winner.
Seeing it getting higher and higher day by day, just when the spectators were losing interest, the chief ring officer had already read out Feng Nong's name.
"Feng Nong, the second young master of the Feng family?!"
"The younger brother of the snow-clad silver swordsman Feng Qi?!"
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In the audience, someone suddenly started talking.
"arrive!"
A red shadow flew across the crowd and landed on the high platform. The handsome man with a long sword with a blood sheath behind his back was none other than Feng Nong.
Subsequently, several other contestants also came on stage.
Everyone started to take action, and one of them, a middle-aged man in black clothes, walked slowly out in front of Feng Nong and politely raised his fists, "Young Master Feng, I have long admired you!"
Feng Nong looked him up and down, but didn't recognize who it was, so he just nodded proudly.
A cold look flashed in the man's eyes, and he suddenly struck his chest with his palm.
On the fleshy fist wrapped in light cyan energy, the silver glove shone with a cold light.
This person is none other than Wang Yang, the main bodyguard of the Qinglong Bodyguard Team.
The reason why he came to the city this time was to participate in the National Master Competition. He had naturally heard about what happened in Lancheng before, and when he saw Feng Nong today, he was naturally extremely jealous.
Of course, he knew how powerful the Feng family was. If it were normal, he would not dare to provoke them easily. But in this arena, where life and death depended on fate, he would naturally not be polite anymore.
Knowing that Feng Nong was not weak, he shamelessly used sneak attacks.
If it had been the previous Feng Nong, I'm afraid that he would have been tricked this time. Unfortunately, after Mo Li's guidance and several months of baptism in the misty forest, the Feng Nong at this time was no longer the Feng Nong back then.
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Although Wang Yang, the leader of the bodyguard, has the strength of the first level of the Saint level, he is still far inferior to those elusive monsters in the misty forest.
With a slight twist on his waist, Feng Nong let go of the punch neatly, and with a slight move with his right hand, he already had the sword drawn in his hand, and with his backhand came a sword, which he sliced out without any courtesy.