The real focus is the subsequent qualifying match. The five disciples of each sect will use the comprehensive score of all the places they can reach to determine the true ranking of the sect. It is also the stage to fight for the truly strongest young generation.
Immediately afterwards, there was a competition between ordinary disciples of several sects. It was basically nothing to see. At most, it was just a comparison of basic skills. Without secret martial arts, they were just a little better than ordinary amateur martial arts enthusiasts.
Finally, the competition between ordinary disciples between the top ranked Star Ring Sect and the Red Sand Sword ended. The old referee held the bell and changed his previous listlessness.
"The official ranking competition will begin below. Each sect will sign up as a single disciple. The overall ranking of the sect will be calculated according to a fixed formula to arrive at the overall ranking of the sect."
The old man waved his hand, and several beautiful girls came up from below. They were wearing short skirts and silk skirts, and their long hair was tied into a ponytail and swaying. A girl in the middle was holding a large square box and standing next to the old man.
"Representatives from each sect are invited to come up and determine the competition rankings! Then go to each arena for selection." The old man pointed to the surrounding buildings, "The rest of the arenas are in the surrounding buildings. You can see the numbers when you enter the door. Before last time
The three will automatically enter the finals without drawing lots."
Andrela from the Star Ring Gate smiled at Bio from afar, turned around and walked directly into the entrance of the building at the back, not even bothering to look at the lottery here.
Biou sneered and turned away unwilling to be outdone. Compared to ordinary disciples, the strength gap between the two was obvious. They didn't care about the possibility of new opponents appearing later. Their opponents were only each other from the beginning to the end.
Garen lined up in the crowd and watched the two people leave the scene respectively. He really felt the strong self-confidence and pride of the two people. He didn't know the strength of the two people, but they could just leave calmly in front of so many Miwu, defying everything.
This attitude alone is not something that ordinary people dare to do. It is the confidence gained from strong strength and record.
He couldn't help but recall the words of his elder sister Rosita. Victory after victory would in turn nourish self-confidence...making himself stronger.
Soon, everyone in front drew their lots and it was his turn.
Garen stepped forward, reached out and grabbed a random sign in the box, took it out and took a look. The white note said 24.
He walked away and stood aside, while Kelingrimulido and others from Baiyunmen College behind him also grabbed and signed out.
"Those who have drawn the lottery are asked to go to the ring according to the number. The winner will go to the next ring according to the referee. The losers will return to the ring for ranking screening. They will have a chance to challenge all opponents ranked below the other winners. All
After the screening, the top ten will be selected for the finals." The old man announced loudly.
Gallon, Ke Ling and others went to different arenas separately.
His sign was twenty-four. After entering the entrance of the building, a waiter led him directly along the corridor. After quickly turning several times, he came to a spacious practice room.
The room is all white, about the same size as a large conference hall, with a round white ring in the middle, surrounded by guardrails, just like a boxing ring.
A young female referee dressed in black was already standing there waiting.
There were also some young people standing in the room, obviously coming to watch the fun.
There was also a bald man with a somewhat deformed figure standing by the ring, staring at Garen from the moment he entered the door.
This man was wearing black leather pants and was bare-chested. His muscles moved from time to time with his breathing. The muscles on both shoulders looked like deformed old tree roots exposed from the ground, twisted and bulging.
"Invite the players to the stage." The female referee said loudly on the stage.
Garen retracted his gaze from sizing up the strong man, walked slowly to the edge of the stage, and jumped onto the ring.
Although his body is very strong, there is obviously a big gap compared to his opponent. He has the same proportions as an adult and a child. The man also jumped onto the ring.
There were two people, one big and one small, one with dark skin and wearing black leather pants, the other with white skin and white skin. The two stood on the stage with clear black and white contrast.
At this time, two more people squeezed in at the door, a man and a woman, both dressed in light blue. It was Jette who went to pick up Garen and others, and the little girl who was dressed as a woman because of the temptation.
"Junior sister, this is Garen's arena at Baiyun Gate. This is his first match." Jieit whispered to the girl, but his eyes naturally fell on Garen on the stage.
"This guy is very lucky. The opponent is very strong at first glance." The little girl gloated and laughed softly, "For him to be so arrogant at the station! He will definitely be badly repaired now."
Jayette nodded.
"The opponent is Benjamin, the third master disciple of the Holy Fist Sect. He has been practicing secret martial arts for three years. The Holy Fist Sect is the twentieth ranked sect. Although the sect is not strong, the third master disciple among them is definitely not as strong.
Normally, if I met this Benjamin, I would just admit defeat. I heard that this Garen was accepted as a disciple of the secret martial arts not long ago, and the difference is obvious."
"Moreover." Jewett added, "That Galleon has good defense and will definitely be beaten for a long time." After saying that, he couldn't help but laugh, "Now he is in trouble."
On the arena.
Garen shook his neck and took time to look at his opponent. The opponent's size really gave him a strong sense of oppression. This size was almost the same as that of his second senior brother Farak, and his power was absolutely terrifying.
He also saw Jette and the young girl coming in from the corner of his eye. They were obviously here to watch the fun.
"You are unlucky to meet me in the first match." The strong man opposite grinned, showing his white teeth. "My name is Benjamin, the third disciple of the Holy Fist Sect. You were defeated by my fist.
You should feel honored."
Garen was speechless. This guy felt good about himself and shouted that he had won before the fight even started.
"I am Garen, ranked seventeenth Baiyun Sect disciple, can we start?" He looked at the referee on the side.
clang.
The female referee nodded and shook the small silver bell in her hand.
"The game begins." She quickly turned over and got off the ring to avoid being affected.
Garen squinted his eyes and looked at Benjamin.
This is the first time he has fought against a true disciple of the secret martial arts world. He has the giant elephant secret martial arts, and the opponent also has his own secret martial arts. It all depends on the fighting experience and power gap between the two parties.
"Try your strength first before talking."
Garen was certain in his heart. He slowly assumed the standard posture of Baiyun's fighting skills.
"please."
"The posture is good, it all depends on the strength. Ranked seventeen, don't let me down." Benjamin chuckled and walked over with his hands in a boxing posture.
laugh!
He stretched out his right fist and disappeared instantly, turning into a black line and hitting Garen's chin.
It was a very simple uppercut, but it was very fast and powerful. Before it hit, Garen felt a slight rush of wind squeezing the skin on his chin.
"What a strong force." Garen's heart moved, and his posture changed instantly. He raised his right elbow forward, just in front of the fist.
Bang!
Fists and elbows collided, and both of them took a step back.
Garen squinted his eyes and looked across.
"The strength is very strong, it should be close to 2. If this is his normal strength, plus the impact force and speed, this person can have about the same strength as me. It is indeed very strong. It's just that I am stronger!"
His current strength attribute is 2.45. He doesn't look like much in shape, but his body muscles are very dense. He looks inconspicuous, but when he really explodes, he is much stronger than the average person.
"Kill him Benjamin! Kill him!" The little girl next to Jett suddenly shouted loudly, raising her fists and waving them like a little girl. "That guy from Baiyun Gate said you are just a piece of shit, he let
I can kill you with one hand!"
"No one will be fooled by such a stupid way to provoke generals." Garen was speechless and looked towards the opposite side.
"Forehead.."
When he saw the other side, he was speechless.
There were high veins on Benjamin's forehead and his eyes were red, obviously he was really angry.
"You kid..." He was dressed roughly. "Ba Xing!!"
He roared suddenly, and his fists turned slightly black, changing from his normal dark skin to a jet black color like ink.
"I'm going to hammer you to death!!" Benjamin rushed towards Garen, like a mad rhinoceros, breathing heavily. The arena also made an overburdened noise as his dull footsteps creaked.
A straight punch!
Benjamin's fist was like a black metal block, hitting Gallon's chest directly. It was like a heavy and thick hammer hitting Gallon hard.
"Shoot! Charge! Step!"
Garon suddenly made a sound in his mouth, raised his elbow, knocked his fist away, and bumped his body forward, hitting the opponent's chest.
Benjamin's face turned pale, and his body was actually hit and flew backwards.
Garen chuckled softly, raised his right foot and stepped forward violently.
boom!
The ring shook violently, and Benjamin was stepped down from the air by Gallon's kick. He lay on the ring foaming at the mouth and passed out.
Galen used three consecutive moves to directly knock down Benjamin, who had been knocked away, and landed him on the ring.
Baiyun's fighting skills have reached the intermediate level, which can be regarded as a real battle-experienced level. It is really easy to deal with a guy who has never experienced cruel actual combat.
Intermediate Baiyun fighting skills, the four major shapes are interlocked, and the use of natural quickness is already very good at using openings and openings in combat. However, Benjamin's fighting level is still at the elementary level, the gap is too big, Galleon has not yet used it
Half of the strength was over. The opponent's secret weapon had no effect at all.
The whole hall was quiet. The referee on the side of the stage did not expect it to end so quickly. He was stunned for a while and then hurriedly went to the stage to ring the bell.
"Winner! Baiyunmen Gallon! Next game is number 17."
The spectators at the side of the ring finally reacted and came to their senses when they heard the referee's voice. They immediately started making noises. Several people from the Holy Fist Sect rushed to the stage to check Benjamin's condition. They found that there was nothing wrong and he just fainted. They were relieved.
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Jett and the girl stood at the door with blank faces.
"What a strong fighting skill!" Jett murmured, "Among the disciples I have ever seen, his fighting skill is enough to rank among the top ten!"
The girl who had punched and shouted to kill Garen before was also wilted at this time. Even with her level, she could tell that the two sides were not competing at the same level at all.
Watching Garen come down from the stage, straighten his clothes and walk towards the door, the two of them quickly gave up their seats.
When Garen passed by the two of them, he glanced at the girl. He slowly stretched out his hand and hung it in front of the girl's neck, and shook it suddenly.
"Crack." He imitated the sound of bones breaking.
The girl's body trembled, her whole body trembled, and her face turned pale. She looked like a pitiful little deer.
"Little guy, you're still too young." Gallon walked out with a loud smile and followed the waiter outside to the No. 17 arena.
Jeit on the side was also suppressed by the aura deliberately emitted by Garen just now, and he felt as if he would be instantly defeated if he moved. He could only watch his junior sister being bullied, and did not dare to take action at all.
Now that Galen left, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Junior sister...are you okay?" He could actually tell that Garen had no ill intentions towards the little junior sister, and was just a little punishment for her behavior just now.
Wow!!
The girl cried loudly, tears streaming down her face.