In the arena, the winner has already been decided.
Under Lin Yun's feet was a pit with a diameter of tens of meters. His right foot was nearly one meter away from the ground, as if he was stepping on something.
Everyone in the audience was stunned, as if they had been restrained. They stood there as if they had lost consciousness.
Then, a trembling sound suddenly sounded in the ring. If you listen carefully, you can find that this sound came from Lin Yun's right foot.
"Stop fighting...stop fighting! I give up!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Jing Ke's body appeared at Lin Yun's right foot.
At this moment, he was covered in blood, with extensive bruises, bleeding from all his orifices, and his breath was extremely weak.
For a moment, the whole place was silent, and everyone stared at the scene on the ring in stunned silence.
They really couldn't imagine that a descendant of the Assassin clan, an executioner famous for his assassinations, would actually admit defeat!
"Jiang Yun wins!"
It wasn't until Ren Tianxing announced the winner of this game that everyone in the audience screamed in surprise.
"Oh my God! It won't even last a minute, right?"
"How did he lose? How did Jiang Yun crack Jing Ke's "Perfect Invisibility Technique"?"
"This Jiang Yun is too terrifying! He actually defeated four of his direct disciples. Do we really have to break the precedent this year and let a boy from the Alliance Martial Arts Academy advance into the top ten?"
Everyone was in disbelief. It was incredible for them that Lin Yun defeated three direct disciples before, but now, he actually defeated Jing Ke, who was the strongest among his direct disciples!
Originally, Jing Ke boasted that he would defeat Lin Yun within one minute, but he did not expect that he would be defeated by Lin Yun within one minute.
Even in the end, he could only be stepped on by Lin Yun and struggled to beg for mercy.
After the game, Jing Ke ran down the ring in dejection, losing his previous calmness and air, while Lin Yun returned to the rest area as if he had done a trivial thing.
The competition is still going on. After several rounds of competition, today's schedule is gradually coming to an end.
"The third round of the finals, game 11, Qin Wentian vs. Sima Zhu!"
As soon as he heard that his opponent turned out to be Sima Xiu, Qin Wentian's entire expression turned ugly.
In his mind, the strongest direct disciples of this generation should indeed belong to Jian Zizai, Kuchiki Hao and Wei Shenmo.
However, among the twelve direct disciples, the most terrifying one is not these three people, nor the Jing Ke who killed one person in ten steps, but the direct disciple of the Puppet Sect - Sima Xiu, who is exactly what he needs now
opponents to face.
At this moment, bursts of commotion suddenly erupted in the audience, and everyone looked at the arena with expressions containing complex emotions, as well as confusion, fear, and horror.
In the corner of the arena, a man suddenly appeared.
This man's arms were like dead branches, and his whole body was covered with gray sand belts, revealing a pair of zombie-like eyes. He looked like a mummy.
And the way he entered the arena was also very strange. He actually got down on all fours and slowly climbed into the ring.
"What the hell is this? This can't be a human being, right?" A disciple from the Alliance Martial Arts School gasped, with a look of horror on his face.
"I don't know! This is the direct disciple of our Puppet Sect of the General Alliance - Sima Ji." The disciple of the General Alliance glanced at this person and said coldly.
Qin Wentian also stepped onto the ring tremblingly, his eyes never daring to fall on this strange Sima weapon, and his heart was already full of sighs.
You know, as a direct disciple, he had previously maintained a record of victory in regional competitions, promotion matches, and semi-finals.
Originally, he didn't want to defeat all his direct disciples this time, he just wanted his ranking to be higher.
However, he never expected that Lin Yun and Wang Jizhong from the Alliance Martial Arts House would give him a hard blow.
But now, he was even more unlucky to have met one of the highest realms among his direct disciples—the ninth-level peak martial emperor, Sima Ji.
The audience has already exploded, and everyone is talking about this matter.
"Is Sima Ji taking action... He has never met his direct disciple in the previous games. As a direct disciple, Qin Wentian should at least be able to force out some of Sima Ji's trump cards."
"It's hard to say! Among his direct disciples, Sima Jiu's strength is second only to Jian Zizai and Kuchiki Hao. Even Wei Shenmo, who has now awakened the bloodline of hell, was defeated by Sima Jiu in the last term."
"Today is different from the past. Wei Shenmo has awakened the power of his bloodline, which is comparable to Jian Zizai and Kuchiki Hao. But no matter what, Qin Wentian will not be Sima Xiu's opponent."
Some Spirit Beast Sect disciples shook their heads and sighed bitterly. They all knew that this time their Spirit Beast Sect's ranking would probably be at the bottom again.
In fact, everyone understood that if previous general alliance conferences were followed, Qin Wentian would not be so fast and would encounter a powerful opponent like Sima Zhu in this third round of competition.
However, after Qin Wentian lost to Lin Yun and Wang Jizhong, the senior leaders of the Sanctuary League arranged for Qin Wentian and Sima Xiu to compete first in order to retain the seed players.
"Qin Wentian, we are both direct disciples. I still advise you to admit defeat as soon as possible and don't waste time." On the stage, Sima Zhu waved his right hand lightly, and the space ring he wore on his finger suddenly flashed with light.
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Immediately afterwards, a two-meter-tall humanoid puppet suddenly appeared in front of Sima Ji.
As soon as this humanoid puppet came out, it immediately attracted a burst of exclamations from everyone.
Because this humanoid puppet is very different from the puppets used by other Puppet Sect disciples.
Ordinary puppets are made of special materials, most of which are metal or wood. Different materials have different control difficulties and different combat methods.
However, Sima Ji's humanoid puppet is like a real person, with flesh and blood, and a tall man like a hill, but its skin is pale and gray, like a dead corpse.
"Is this a puppet? It's completely different from what I usually see!"
"No way! This is not a puppet, it's obviously a dead body."
"The bodies of dead corpses are extremely stiff and difficult to control. How could Sima Ji use such corpses as puppets? It should be made of special materials!"
For a moment, everyone was whispering to each other and making speculations.
In the past, at this time, all the disciples of the sect would be proud to explain.
However, this time, many disciples of the Puppet Sect remained silent, with a strange smile appearing on their faces.