At the end of the second round, the remaining players are all powerful players. Those who can reach this point are all true masters. In other words, they are the elite among the elite among the giant swords of the major military regions.
From here we can see how terrifying the Jusword is. Half of the people who entered the third round are members of the Jusword. The total number of more than ten military districts is only comparable to the number of the Jusword.
No wonder people say that the giant sword brings together the masters in the army, and it is worthy of its name, and it is indeed true.
Entering the third round, the battle is different from the first and second rounds.
In the third game, Zhang Cheng did not defeat his opponent with one move, but took more than ten rounds to defeat his opponent. He was a member of Jusword.
On the other hand, the giant sword man who provoked Zhang Cheng still defeated his opponent with one move. No one could block his move. In this regard, he was similar to Zhang Cheng. His moves were extremely powerful and often difficult to dodge.
If you can resist hard, but if you can't, you will be seriously injured and you will lose.
It's just that his moves seem to be more powerful and powerful than Zhang Cheng's. They have the potential to rise and sink, and his moves can cause endless damage.
"He seems to be practicing the same thing as me, which is a rare technique that only pursues lethality."
Zhang Cheng was a little solemn.
He could see it, and so could everyone else.
On the high platform, those people looked solemn. In the past, the giant sword was considered strong. Every time they won the championship, there was no such terrifying figure who could kill him with one move in the third round. This made the leaders of the major military regions present look embarrassed.
"Marshal, I say the people sent by your giant sword this time are too powerful. We are no match at all."
A general from a military region couldn't help but speak.
"Who is this person? How come I haven't heard of him?" Someone else asked doubtfully. Such a fierce man must be a peerless figure among the giant swords. Logically speaking, his reputation should be at the peak of his popularity. The giant sword couldn't hide it even if he wanted to.
But the higher-ups in the military had never heard of it.
"It's not my decision to send people to compete. Our giant sword adopts a voluntary principle. You can go if you want. If you are lucky enough to win the championship, the reward will be inevitable."
Marshal Qin Lifan smiled slightly and said.
"I don't think it's that simple. This person should be over thirty and is already a senior member of the Great Sword, but he still comes to participate in this competition. Isn't it against the rules?"
Rong Lao suddenly interrupted and said.
As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes lit up and they stared at Qin Lifan with questioning eyes, waiting for explanation.
"Our giant swords are famous for their strictness, and there is no way that someone could do such a thing on their own. According to the traditional martial arts rules, anyone aged 32 or under can participate in the giant sword competition."
Qin Lifan explained calmly, and then ordered someone to investigate the age of the contestant. Soon after, the adjutant came back.
Qin Lifan asked: "How old is he?"
"I am thirty-two years old this year!"
"Exactly thirty-two years old, in line with the rules." Qin Lifan answered everyone in a flawless manner, and the latter had nothing to say in reply.
"He is exactly thirty-two years old, which means he has been here for a long time. I have never heard of him. This is really strange. General Qin, your giant sword is so well hidden."
Rong Lao looked at the invincible member of the giant sword with some solemnity, turned his head and said to Qin Lifan.
"Where is it?"
Qin Lifan said, "You must have such talents in the dark front, but they are just hidden and we don't know about them."
This sentence was a bit of a slap in the face, making Mr. Rong feel a little uncomfortable.
Among the younger generation, there have not been any amazing talents in An Feng in recent years, and the gap between An Feng and Ju Jian has gradually widened. This is why Mr. Rong extended an olive branch to Zhang Cheng.
Zhang Cheng is young and a member of the Thunder God Union. His potential and strength are undoubted. He is the best choice to promote the new generation of Dark Front.
However, Mr. Rong did not expect that Zhang Cheng had not given in so far, but instead hooked up with Cai Tiexin. Hearing from his granddaughter that Zhang Cheng and Cai Tiexin's daughter were lovers, Mr. Rong became a little anxious.
"So strong!"
Cai Tiexin was very satisfied with Zhang Cheng's performance, but he was suppressed by the mysterious giant sword man. He felt a little uneasy and solemn in his heart, "Who is this person? How come I didn't know that the new generation of giant swords has this kind of talent?"
Master."
"Qin Lifan, what do you mean? It's just a giant sword competition. Even if you want to win the championship, there is no need to send out such masters. I think such masters can't be measured by newcomers even within the giant sword."
Zhang Xiaonian began to feel solemn. Last time, his military region got third place, and this time he originally wanted to get second place.
However, the "logistics troops" brought by Cai Tiexin were unexpectedly powerful, and Jujian sent out a terrifying and nearly invincible strongman, which made Zhang Xiaonian's heart hang in doubt.
The top eight will be won in the third round, so it will be extremely fierce.
As a combined realm master, Wu Jian is one of the few powerful ones here, but he met Zhang Xiaonian's first man, the young man named "Feng Chengli".
In the last competition, Wu Dao lost to him. This time, Wu Jian met him and was no match for him.
At first, Wu Jian could barely hold back the man named Feng Chengli and was on par with him. But as the latter accelerated his attack, Tiansheng immediately tilted.
After dozens of rounds, Wu Jian was hit in the back, kicked in the air, and rolled off the ring.
Win!
"Haha, Feng Chengli did a good job. You are indeed my right-hand man, Cai Tiexin. I see that without this expert, your people would be vulnerable."
Zhang Xiaonian laughed and was very proud when he saw that his people had won.
"Let's wait until you defeat my logistics troops." Cai Tiexin replied calmly.
"Then just wait until your logistics soldiers go back to feeding the pigs in despair. Then don't faint from anger."
Zhang Xiaonian continued to mock Cai Tiexin, and Cai Tiexin snorted softly.
"Sorry, I lost." Wu Jian said guiltily in the audience.
"Wu Jian, it's normal for you to lose to him. That person's cultivation level is higher than yours, and I can only lose. You can persist for dozens of rounds, which is already amazing."
Wu Dao comforted.
"But, I lost. You and Zhang Cheng are the only ones left in our military region." Wu Jian gritted his teeth unwillingly.
"If you lose, you lose. Don't forget, the general's trump card is Zhang Cheng. As long as Zhang Cheng doesn't lose, it doesn't matter even if we all lose this time."
Wu Dao knows very well that the general's hope is Zhang Cheng. Only Zhang Cheng can fight to the end, defeat the mysterious giant sword master, break history, and win the championship.
After a while, the referee shouted on the ring: "No. 101, Zhang Cheng, No. 82, Wu Dao."
In the audience, Zhang Cheng helplessly spread his hands and said: "There is really no way, we bumped into each other."
Wu Dao smiled bitterly: "I thought I could hold on for a while, but I didn't expect to meet you. I know I am not your opponent, but I still want to ask you for advice. I want to see how far I am from the members of the Thor Union.