The third arena of the Galaxy, the stage for the strong on the silver plate.
"Hundred Holy Grail, seventh round, game 367."
"The Donghuang Empire's 'Heart Nirvana' fights against the Yinwu Empire's 'Beiming Bubai'." In the huge arena, two figures flashed out, with surging fighting power, facing each other in two corners of the arena.
Outside the arena, there were countless powerful men from the empire watching.
"Beiming is undefeated, with 78666 points and a gold-level winning rate of 72%."
"This is a contest between the newcomer 'Xin Nirvana' and the veteran powerhouse of the Silver Martial Empire 'Beiming Bubai'. The winner will enter the eighth round of the Hundred Holy Grail. Let's wait and see who can have the last laugh!"
Above the arena, the voice of commentary came to arouse everyone's emotions.
The crowd of spectators also exploded.
"Newcomer Xin Nirvana is really a dark horse. He actually made it all the way to the seventh round of the Hundred Holy Grail."
"I heard that he has just been promoted to the gold level not long ago. If you look at his points, most of them were won in the first six rounds of the Hundred Holy Grail. He is really lucky." Generally speaking, the points in the arena are obtained by actual means.
But sometimes, there are shortcuts.
For example, in the current Hundred Holy Grail, every win gives you a lot of points.
Going from 10,000 to 12,000 points is not as easy as it seems. Newcomers are often not used to the gold-level competition and are beaten badly. However, Lin Feng has become more courageous with each setback, and has suddenly emerged as a new force.
"He will definitely lose this game."
"Beiming Bubai has been famous for a long time, and his points and winning rate are much higher than those of Xin Nirvana."
"I wonder if Nirvana will create miracles?"
Amid everyone's discussion, the battle started instantly.
As Bei Ming Bubai of the Silver Martial Empire shouted wildly, a piece of silver armor instantly formed on his body, blending perfectly with his skin, greatly increasing his combat power.
They are human beings, but they are a different kind of human beings
Silver warrior clan.
Over there, Lin Feng also took up the form of Hentian, as ferocious as Shura, his eyes flashed with dark demonic light, and he held a sinful black knife in his hand. In an instant, he was engaged in a fierce battle with Beiming Bubai.
Two completely different knives create an evenly matched duel.
The audience outside the stadium screamed hysterically and their blood boiled.
At this time, in the box of Galaxy Arena, a middle-aged man who was not angry or proud was overlooking the battle below, and said in a deep voice: "Have you checked the information clearly?"
"Master, his identity information is a bit weird, he shouldn't be him," said a young man with white eyebrows.
"Borrowing someone else's identity?" The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes.
Borrowing an identity is a well-kept secret.
After a warrior is 'disappeared', the citizen's information will not be canceled, so there is an opportunity to take advantage of it. There are countless people in the Donghuang Empire, especially the identity of the knight is the most popular.
"Yes, his identity information is 'ninth-class citizen'." The white-browed young man said.
Ninth class citizen?
How could a rising star who reached the seventh round be a ninth-class citizen!
"Master, what the information shows is that this inner nirvana has no home." The white-browed young man said again.
"Check more clearly!" the middle-aged man shouted.
"Yes, master." The white-browed young man resigned.
The middle-aged man turned around immediately, keeping his eyes fixed on this hearty battle. He had noticed this young man named ‘Heart Nirvana’ since the fifth round, and he was quite touched.
"The knife skills are good." The middle-aged man commented.
At this time, Lin Feng had the upper hand, and his sword moves combined with the secret spirit were flawless, trapping his opponent and unable to go anywhere. Although Beiming's undefeated winning rate was much higher than Lin Feng's, and his points were six times higher.
But in the end, everything depends on fists and strength.
Beiming is undefeated, and the defeat has been decided.
"Dark Cross." In the void, the huge cross condensed endless darkness, and in a suffocating sound, Beiming Bubai was eliminated. The surroundings were quiet for a moment, and thunderous cheers suddenly sounded.
Heart nirvana, win.
"Three years..." Lin Feng moved away from the arena, filled with emotions.
In the past three years, he has not relaxed for a moment, constantly practicing to improve his strength and turning pressure into motivation. Although there is still a long way to go in cultivating the original way, his combat power has improved a lot.
Especially in swordsmanship, progress can be said to be at the speed of light.
Not only has it reached the seventh level limit, but it has also reached the eighth level.
Lin Feng is very satisfied with the current progress of his sword skills after improving his sword skills in actual combat and learning them through virtual teaching. He himself likes knives the most and is best at using knives.
However, he has grown too fast in other aspects, and his sword skills have become rusty and unable to keep up.
In the past three years, he has almost been immersed in swordsmanship. Although he is unfamiliar with other things, his combat power has been greatly improved. Not only did he enter the gold level earlier than expected, but he also quickly adapted to gold level combat.
The winning rate seems to be only 63%, but that is because when you first enter the gold level, you lose more and win less.
After adapting, the winning rate has been improving.
"It's the eighth round." Lin Feng held the sinful black knife and gradually felt the pressure.
With each round of fighting, the opponent's strength is improving.
"There will be rewards after the tenth round." Lin Feng is looking forward to it. Not only is he looking forward to rewards, but also getting stronger and stronger opponents, which makes him excited to fight.
It had been a long time since he had fought purely for the sake of fighting.
The Galaxy Arena is a massive combat power ranking system that brings together the strongest players from the seven empires of the Galaxy.
Major empires often hold various competitions to recruit their own strong men.
Every three, five, or seven years, there are always some competitions.
The Hundred Holy Grail currently being held is sponsored by the Donghuang Empire’s ‘Hundred Holy Martial Hall’. Legend has it that the Hundred Holy Martial Hall was founded by a hundred black hole experts and has a transcendent status in the Donghuang Empire.
"Master, do you want to send someone to contact him?" a young man in blue asked.
"No need, let's take another look." The middle-aged man said calmly.
He is Kui Ran, the master of the Crane Temple of the Baisheng Martial Temple.
Donghuang Empire.
"Finally, the tenth round!"
"That Shinnirvana is so exciting. I heard he is still a ninth-class citizen, right?"
"Many forces are ready to offer him an olive branch. This time, the Hundred Holy Grail Heart Nirvana is indeed a surprise. He follows the body style route and focuses on sword skills. Even if he cannot advance to the silver core powerhouse in the end, he will be able to rely on the ultimate strength of the silver plate.
Comparable."
"It's a pity that according to the rules, the Hundred Saint Martial Palace will be selected first."
"They are so powerful and they still want to pick people!"
There were countless gossips below. Kui Ran, the leader of the Crane Temple, remained expressionless, but his heart was a little hot.
This Xin Nirvana's strength impressed him with admiration, and he seemed to be making continuous progress every round.
at this time
"Hmm, golden dragon shadow?" Kui Ran, the leader of the Crane Temple, did not recognize the True Dragon Golden Body. In fact, this was the first time Lin Feng used it in a formal occasion, so he had to use it.
If he hides it any longer, he will probably lose.
The real dragon's golden body flew up, triggering the divine patterns, and combined with the state of hating the sky, Lin Feng was like a god of death coming. (To be continued.)