"Mr. Chen, we came here just now after listening to this kid's slander. Can you please forgive me? We will never dare to offend you again in the future!"
Chen Feng smiled coldly: "Really?"
"But just now, who said that he wanted to kill me for his master? If I heard correctly, it was you!"
"I'm begging for mercy now," Chen Feng said with a deep smile on his lips: "It's too late!"
As he spoke, he swung his knife.
The burly man let out a shrill scream. He couldn't even think of resisting. He was so frightened that he peed his pants and cried loudly.
Chen Feng's dragon-slaying knife stopped three inches above his forehead, and he smiled faintly: "It seems that you are not as powerful as you said!"
With that said, he put away the dragon-slaying knife and said disdainfully: "Killing people like you is simply dirtying my hands!"
Steward Wang laughed and said, "That's right, Mr. Chen, what's the point of killing such a person?"
With that said, he raised his hand and said: "Mr. Chen, please go over there and rest for a while. In half an hour, the nine-county competition will begin."
Chen Feng nodded slowly.
There is only one arena on top of this mountain called Laurel Peak.
Because there are no more than twenty people qualified to participate in this nine-county competition.
After all, each sect and each major force only has one quota.
Some counties even have only one quota.
Therefore, one arena is enough, and three days at most are enough to determine the final leader!
Chen Feng and others came to sit down at the VIP seats next to the ring. Suddenly, there was a commotion among the crowd, and the roar of people kept coming:
"Prince Qingjun is here, Prince Qingjun is here, the legendary Qing Wudi is here!"
Everyone stood up and looked up expectantly.
Sure enough, soon, Qing Wudi, surrounded by everyone, strode in and came directly to the ring.
Suddenly, there was silence on Laurel Peak. Everyone stopped their voices and looked at Qing Wudi on the stage with admiring eyes, waiting for him to speak.
Qing Wudi faced everyone and said in a deep voice: "This nine-county competition was only started after I inherited the title of Qingjun King."
"The only purpose of holding this nine-county competition is to give our young heroes from the nine counties of Qingzhou an extra place to make friends through martial arts."
"I also throw out a ranking for you to compete for, so as to encourage you to practice hard, and don't be lazy!"
"It is also to let you, the so-called geniuses of the sect, see that there are people who are more talented than you. If you are arrogant, you will only end up being killed!"
"Therefore, there are no rules or restrictions in the competition between the nine counties of Qingzhou. It will only last until one party admits defeat or dies in battle."
"And if the victorious party does not want to unify, it can also catch up. Of course, as long as the opponent leaves the ring, the pursuit needs to stop."
Qing Wudi's voice was calm, but the words he spoke were extremely cruel and full of killing intent!
As he spoke, he announced loudly: "I will announce that this nine-county competition has officially begun!"
With that said, Qing Wudi got off the ring and went up to a high seat behind the ring to watch.
Not far from him was Chen Feng.
Qing Wudi saw Chen Feng and smiled at him.
Chen Feng also nodded.
Butler Wang stood up and announced loudly: "Now, I will announce the candidates for the first group of duels!"
He opened the jade box in his hand and took out a piece of jade with two names engraved on it. After he glanced at it, a look of astonishment suddenly appeared on his face.
He gave a wry smile, and then shouted loudly: "The first set of duels, Chen Feng at Ziyang Sword Field, versus Ren Haoran at Chengtian Sect!"
As soon as these two names were said, everyone was in an uproar.
Chen Feng and Ren Haoran were sitting together, and everyone could see that their relationship was anything but ordinary.
As a result, the first group duel was between the two of them, and many people from other sects were gloating over their misfortune.
Ren Haoran looked at Chen Feng and said with a smile: "Please, brother Chen Feng!"
Chen Feng nodded and jumped onto the ring in the air. Ren Haoran also flew onto the ring.
The two stood facing each other.
Although Ren Haoran has a good relationship with Chen Feng and is quite indifferent, he himself represents the Chengtian Sect, so he does not want to admit defeat easily.
As a result, Ren Haoran's momentum surged and he pressed down on Chen Feng.
However, what shocked him was that no matter how he improved his strength, Chen Feng always looked indifferent, but there was no flaw in his body.
Ren Haoran observed Chen Feng carefully. The more he observed, he felt extremely strong pressure rushing towards him.
Suddenly, he felt Chen Feng's momentum overwhelming him.
His mind became dizzy, he staggered back a few steps, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he almost sat on the ground.
Ren Haoran was extremely horrified. Chen Feng had just exuded a vague and mysterious aura, which suddenly increased, causing him to become like this.
Seeing this scene, everyone was shocked.
Ren Haoran smiled bitterly, took two steps back, cupped his hands and said, "Chen Feng, your strength is far better than mine, so I won't humiliate myself."
He loudly said: "I, Ren Haoran, admit defeat!"
With that said, he turned around and swept off the stage.
Chen Feng looked calm, this was already the best result, and he didn't want to do anything with Ren Haoran.
Everyone exclaimed: "What happened? Ren Haoran gave up before the two of them fought!"
"Chen Feng's strength is too strong. Just from the competition of momentum, Ren Haoran was seriously injured!" Someone with a keen eye can see some tricks.
"Ren Haoran is actually also a master. Among all the players, his strength is definitely at the forefront. But unfortunately, he ran into Chen Feng, a pervert, in the first game. I can only say that he is unlucky."
Everyone looked at Chen Feng, full of admiration and shock!
The next battle will be between the geniuses from the other two counties.
Their strength is not weak, and they have all reached the early stage of the seventh level of soul condensation.
The two men were equally matched and fought extremely fiercely. They fought for a full hour before the winner was decided.
But both of them were already angry. Before the loser had time to admit defeat and beg for mercy, his head was smashed by the victor's palm.
In this nine-county competition, the first casualty officially appeared!
Chen Feng kept his face solemn below, watching without blinking.
Since the competition officially started, Chen Feng has maintained this state.
He felt that he had entered a strange state. There was only battle and battlefield in his eyes, and all other irrelevant things were blocked out.
Chen Feng's eyes are filled with murderous intent. He has only one goal in mind now, which is to win the first place in this nine-county competition!
Around evening, the first round of competition ended.
