Because the four major forces acquired monks, most of them were directly eliminated.
Of the seventy-two monks, there were only eleven winners.
This result seems to have been expected by the four major powers and princes.
Therefore, when the numbers are drawn in the second round, everyone draws together.
Overall, the rules are a bit confusing.
However, no one cares anymore.
The key point is the strength of both sides.
Even if the four major forces spent all their money and sent out monks of various ages and levels, they could not change the weak situation.
The gap in background cannot be made up.
Just like that, the second round began.
"Damn, these four major forces are simply idiots."
"This is breaking the rules."
A descendant of a first-rate force began to curse secretly.
Obviously, he met several people, not monks from the four major forces.
In the second round, eighteen versus eighteen, there are a total of twelve people from the four major forces and twenty-four geniuses from each side. It is inevitable to meet someone you know.
The battle begins.
Chen Ling glanced for a moment and then glanced at the monk opposite.
That's his opponent.
Number eleven versus number eleven.
The opponent is one of the four major forces, and his strength is not weak.
"He seems to be a monk from Shuiyue Mountain."
After looking carefully for a moment, Chen Ling raised his eyebrows slightly.
Speaking of Shuiyueshan, I have quite a bit of hatred towards him.
It almost caused a war before.
"Um?"
While he was observing, the other party suddenly opened his eyes, and a pair of eyes suddenly glanced at him.
Chen Ling looked impartially and looked at it calmly.
The monk was stunned for a moment, then smiled kindly at Chen Ling from afar.
Chen Ling was stunned when he saw this.
But he soon understood and couldn't help but touch his nose.
Are you scared?
Dongye Fang clan, six ancient clans.
Even if there was a feud before, if the other party is not stupid, he will never dare to cause trouble again.
Thinking of this, Chen Ling smiled slightly.
It must be said that the name Dongye Fang is very intimidating.
The power of the ancient clan is unimaginable.
I don’t know how many people are envious of me.
Chen Ling dared to be sure that if these descendants of the current first-rate forces were given a chance to join the ancient tribe, they would definitely rush in without hesitation.
The battles were extremely fierce.
The twelve people from the four major forces who stood out from the first round, except for two or three who were lucky, the rest are not weak in strength, at least they are considered to be top-notch among the first-class forces.
Countless monks were frightened to see it, but they were also extremely excited.
Even Chen Ling was watching the battle very seriously and saw many strange bloodlines.
Huangyan bloodline, Heavenly King bloodline, Dongtian bloodline, Shenyin bloodline...
Finally, it was Chen Ling's turn.
He and the monks from Shuiyue Mountain rushed into the arena together.
"Shuiyueshan Zhang Qingtian."
The middle-aged man bowed his hand and his attitude was very kind.
"Dongye Fangshi, Chen Ling."
Chen Ling grinned and returned the salute.
Zhang Qingtian's eyelids twitched.
Mr. Higashino Higashikata.
"please."
Chen Ling narrowed his eyes and signaled the other party to take action first.
A flash of hesitation flashed in Zhang Qingtian's eyes, and then he smiled suddenly, as if he had made a decision and said: "I admit defeat."
Chen Ling was immediately stunned.
Give up?
The guy in front of me must be quite strong. Even if he is not as good as him, he can still fight for a while.
Just admit defeat so decisively?
As expected, many spectators started talking in displeasure.
Zhang Qingtian smiled bitterly, showed an expression that ordinary people could not easily detect at Chen Ling, and turned around to leave.
This is a good sign.
Zhang Qingtian's eyes clearly meant that.
No matter what, I didn't want to trouble Shuiyueshan anyway, and I didn't suffer any bullying at that time.
Winning without fighting is naturally a good thing.
Chen Ling didn't waste time on the court and left quickly.
Start the next battle.
In the next scene, unfortunately, one of them turned out to be an acquaintance.
Yao Qing.
The latter's face turned almost blue.
Looking at his opponent, Chen Ling's face twitched and he secretly said: "You deserve to be unlucky."
Yao Qing's opponent turned out to be a descendant of an ancient clan.
What else is there to fight?
Yao Qing didn't even get off the court and just shouted to admit defeat.
Two consecutive games of conceding defeat made the atmosphere particularly strange.
Fortunately, in the next game, it is no longer a surrender, but two equally powerful and talented people.
This kind of confrontation is quite exciting.
After about four hours, the second round ended.
Eighteen people.
Except for four of the descendants of the ancient clan, the rest all looked happy.
When you step into the third round, you will have ten drops of blood essence from the ancient beasts of the princes.
Among the eighteen people, apart from the four descendants of the ancient clan, they are definitely the strongest, and there are also two from the four major forces.
It's simply miserable.
However, all the four major forces had already anticipated this, and there was not the slightest change in emotion on the faces of the powerful princes.
"The third round begins."
The first step is to extract the number.
"Damn."
"It's over."
Seeing that he was numbered 'seven', Chen Ling suddenly raised his head and looked at a person, his expression extremely ugly.
His opponent turned out to be a descendant of an ancient clan.
Descendants of ancient tribes.
Even if he is the weakest descendant of the ancient clan, he cannot resist now. A mere seven battle seals are far from enough.
For monks, the number of battle seals to be cultivated is not constantly increasing.
Depending on the strength of your own bloodline, when it reaches a certain point, there will be a limit where you can no longer continue even if you restore your bloodline consumption.
Chen Ling estimated that if he wanted to use war seals to achieve combat effectiveness comparable to that of the ancient clan, he would need at least thirteen war seals.
This is still the weakest ancient clan.
"Oh shit."
Such luck is really unlucky.
Chen Ling cursed secretly and walked back with a wry smile.
There is nothing we can do now.
It can only be said that he has no connection with a complete lineage of ancient royal beasts.
Consoling himself like this, Chen Ling forced down his depression.
Besides, he wasn't the only one unlucky.
Two of the four descendants of the ancient clan met together. In addition to him, another genius also met the last remaining descendant of the ancient clan.
On the contrary, two monks from the four major forces were left until the end, and their opponents were all top-notch forces.
We had to fight in the final round. Even if there were some who were lucky enough to stay, most of them would rely on their strength.
They are all extremely powerful.
Countless monks stared with wide eyes and were extremely excited.
Being able to watch the battle between the descendants of the ancient clan is enough to be proud of for a long time.
The battle begins.
In the first battle, Tianjiao wins.
In the second battle, Tianjiao wins.
In the third battle, the descendants of the ancient clan won.
In the fourth battle, Tianjiao wins.
The two remaining people from the four major forces were directly eliminated in the fifth battle, leaving no one left.
miserable.
At this time, Chen Ling saw some subtle expression changes on the faces of the powerful princes from the four major forces.
There is not a single one left. This result obviously makes people very angry.
The seventh battle.
Chen Ling stood up and walked into the martial arts dojo.
Although his opponent was a descendant of an ancient clan, he was not ready to admit defeat.
He even wants to know how far he is from the descendants of the ancient clan... (To be continued)