Generally speaking, the rules of this promotion competition are actually not far different from those of the regional competition, except that there are two more people in the promotion competition.
Next, the examiner also announced the first game.
"The first round of the fifth group of the promotion competition, the first game, Zhao Xinyi versus Jing Ke!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone in the fifth group was in an uproar. Immediately afterwards, a man wearing a sleeveless black top next to Lin Yun suddenly weakened his legs and collapsed directly on the ground, mouthing.
He was chanting: "It's over, it's over! It's over, it's over!"
Needless to say, Lin Yun also knew that this person should be Zhao Xinyi.
"To meet an opponent of this level, Zhao Xinyi is really unlucky..."
"Xin Zhao is a disciple of the Zhao Clan Alliance Martial Palace. He has reached the sixth level of Martial Emperor. He is a once-in-a-hundred-year genius in our Alliance Martial Palace!"
"It's a pity that he actually met Jing Ke. Although Jing Ke is not the highest among the twelve direct disciples, he is also the most troublesome among these direct disciples."
Whether there were disciples from the Alliance Martial House or the General Alliance present, they all could understand the fear in Zhao Xinyi's heart.
After all, among the twelve sects, the disciples of the Assassin Sect are known for their ability to draw blood with their swords.
However, he can rest assured today, because this time the promotion competition has stipulated that no fatal blow can be made.
If the examiner discovers that a contestant's life is in danger, he will immediately terminate the competition and declare the winner of the competition through his own judgment.
A moment later, under the urging of the examiner, Zhao Xinyi also stepped onto the ring tremblingly.
At this moment, his opponent has appeared in the arena, the direct disciple of the Assassination Sect—Jing Ke!
Jing Ke's body is very slender, like a bamboo pole, but his stature is very short, only less than five feet tall, but this is also related to his stooped back.
Jing Ke also wore a black mask on his face and a black tights. Only his sharp eyes like an eagle appeared in everyone's eyes.
"It's so strange... He was obviously standing there, but I closed my eyes and used my spiritual sense to sense him, but I didn't sense his presence at all!"
"Don't talk about spiritual consciousness... not a breath of breath was leaked from his body."
"I heard that this is a strong man who has reached the middle stage of the ninth-level Martial Emperor. Fortunately, he has been met by Zhao Xinyi now, otherwise it would be miserable for us to meet him later!"
Some people are happy, and naturally some people are worried.
The rest of the people were rejoicing. After all, if they didn't encounter Jing Ke in this round, the chance of them meeting him in the next round would be smaller. At least they could survive one round.
After all, except for Zhao Xuefeng, a direct disciple of the Weapon Refining Sect, and Jian Yan, the chief core disciple of the Divine Sword Sect, no one else dared to say that they were Jing Ke's opponents.
On the ring, Zhao Xinyi's legs were trembling. After all, the opponent in front of him was a direct disciple.
After a while, Zhao Xinyi suppressed the fear in his heart and pulled out the big knife from his waist.
"One move, only one move. If you can take my move, I will take the initiative to admit defeat." Jing Ke's voice was very low, like a mouse, but it could be clearly heard by everyone.
It's chilling in the ears.
While speaking, Jing Ke also raised his right hand, and between the fingers of his right hand were three flying knives that were only one finger long.
"This should be..."
Before Zhao Xinyi finished speaking, the examiner had already announced the start of the competition.
As soon as the examiner finished speaking, Jing Ke suddenly waved his right hand.
In an instant, a flying knife flew out of his hand like lightning, and shot directly towards Zhao Xinyi with lightning speed.
The speed of the flying knife was very fast, reaching nearly ten times the speed of sound. Zhao Xinyi concentrated on it and did not dare to relax at all.
At the critical moment, he narrowly dodged the flying knife. The flying knife missed him and shot directly towards the back.
However, Zhao Xinyi, who had dodged the flying knife, suddenly let out a scream.
I saw two masses of blood mist exploding directly on his chest, one on his left chest and one on his right chest. Immediately afterwards, he fell to the ground backwards, and his whole body did not move at all.
The examiner just glanced at me from a distance and announced the result directly.
"In the first round, in the first game, Jingke wins!"
This result immediately plunged the entire scene into deathly silence, and everyone showed expressions of disbelief.
They looked at Zhao Xinyi, who was lying on the ground and had lost consciousness, and then at Jing Ke, who had already walked off the ring, and couldn't help but burst into an uproar.
"What happened? Didn't Zhao Xinyi dodge his flying knife?"
"How could this happen? There is a wound on Zhao Xinyi's chest. What happened?"
"The sixth-level Martial Emperor was killed instantly with just one move? And he didn't even react! His direct disciple is so terrifyingly strong!"
Everyone present was dumbfounded. This scene was beyond their comprehension. Even the Lord of the Alliance Martial Palace present frowned. Even they could not see clearly what was happening.
All this happened too suddenly and too strangely.
"Jiang Yun, do you see clearly?" Xia Houyang asked Lin Yun beside him.
Lin Yun said calmly: "It's just a cover-up."
Lin Yun's tone was a little contemptuous, and Xia Houyang asked in confusion: "A blinding method?"
"Jing Ke's martial spirit just appeared behind him. It was a translucent flying knife, but it almost merged with the air. It's normal that you didn't pay attention and couldn't see it."
"Martial spirit? How is it possible? I didn't even see it when I looked at it!" Xia Houyang couldn't believe it. Could it be that Lin Yun could see things clearly that he, a half-step martial arts saint, couldn't see?
"His martial spirit may have the ability to make objects appear transparent. The flying knives he threw just now were not one, but three."
"It's just that he used his martial soul ability to make two of the flying knives transparent. The non-transparent flying knives were just a feint to attract the enemy's attention. The real trump card is the two transparent flying knives.
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"Zhao Xinyi's attention was focused on the flying knife that was not transparent. He naturally did not notice the other two hidden flying knives, so he was hit."
Lin Yun's words also attracted everyone's attention.
Everyone thought it was an elder from the Sanctuary Alliance talking here, but when they looked back, they found that it was just a brat from a late-level fourth-level Martial Emperor talking here, and they couldn't help but show contempt.