Whenever the warriors from both sides were engaged in a fierce battle on the competition stage, the deafening cheers of civilians and the young woman would be heard from all directions, and the atmosphere became fiery and intense.
As time passed by, defeated warriors continued to walk down the ring in despair. More and more contestants were eliminated, which meant that the warriors who remained on the field were getting more and more defeated.
Elite.
And just as City Lord Duan Tao said, some of the eliminated disciples were inevitably rushed to leave by several small sects on the spot.
What determines a martial artist's future is not only talent but also character.
Su Xing, who shocked everyone in one fell swoop, then went through two rounds of competitions. His opponents were two disciples from the Liu Family in the neighboring city and the Jiang Family in Kaiyan City who were both highly accomplished disciples in the Qi Gathering Realm.
Because everyone saw how comfortable Lu Yang was when Su Xing was seriously injured earlier, the two opponents had a brief fight with Su Xing, and then surrendered after showing their own level. They had no grievances or grudges against Su Xing, so they were ranked first.
It is bad luck to win Su Xingquan.
The scorching sun was slowly setting towards the west, and it was afternoon. At this time, there were still sixteen people who were still qualified to stand on the field.
Under the ring, Su Yicheng looked back at the two young people standing behind him and said in a deep voice:
"As long as you enter the top eight in the general election, except for Wanjian Sect and Yuezhao Sect, other sects will be available for you to choose. And after entering the top four, you no longer need to compete. You only need to wait for Wanjian Sect and Yuezhao Sect to choose you.
Just go."
Among the two Su family disciples he faced, one was Su Xing. The other young man, who was similar to Su Xing, was named Su Zheng. He was the eldest grandson of the Su family's elder and had just been promoted to Qi Gathering half a month ago.
Perfect.
In this general election, Su Zheng picked two opponents who were obviously weaker than himself. Therefore, he eagerly wanted to meet someone who was equally matched in the subsequent duel so that he could show off his skills. Otherwise, just relying on
His previous performance made it difficult for even four small sects to recruit him.
"No. 8, Su Zheng, Lu Yuan."
At this time, the voice of the invigilator elder floated far away from the ring and fell into the ears of the three people of the Su family.
Hearing Lu Yuan's name, Su Zheng's expression suddenly became serious, his eyes were filled with light, and his fists were already clenched. With a determined look on his face, he was obviously ready to go on stage.
He clenched his fist and waved at the head of the family, Su Yicheng, then turned to Su Xing aside, and said respectfully: "Brother Su Xing, I'm leaving."
Su Xing's performance in the ring earlier had already conquered his cousin who was devoted to meditation in the Su Mansion and was neither arrogant nor impetuous.
Su Zhengzheng had been practicing in seclusion all year round, never leaving home. This time he went out to participate in the general election because of his grandfather's wishes. As soon as he left home, he was indoctrinated by many other disciples about Su Xing's despicable things. At first, he was also dissatisfied with this
My cousin was bored.
However, after spending this day together, he realized that the Su Xing in other people's mouths was not the Su Xing in his own eyes.
In his eyes, Su Xing is the number one martial arts disciple under Su Ying's cousin in Su Mansion today. Not only that, he is more willing to believe in Su Xing's innocence.
"It's not easy for you and me to reach this point. Lu Yuan is the only Qi Gathering Realm perfect martial arts disciple in Lu Mansion today. Cousin, you only need to show your own methods. If you really feel that you can't fight against him,
, just don’t hold on and leave as soon as possible.”
Su Xing put his hand on Su Zheng's shoulder and patted it gently, his face softened.
"yes!"
Su Zheng bowed to the two people in front of him, turned around and walked towards the stage.
"No. 3, Su Xing...the empty number will automatically advance to the next round."
The words coming from another arena made Su Xing slightly startled. He clearly remembered that there were a total of sixteen martial arts disciples drawn in front of him.
And if there is an empty number, it can only mean one thing - the opponent has surrendered in advance. In other words, Su Xing has squeezed into the top eight of this election without encountering an opponent. It is far away from the top four of the election.
, which is only one step away.
At this time, two figures on the stage passed each other rapidly, layers of vitality surrounding the two of them, and each time their fists and kicks met, the air on the field emitted a harsh and deafening sound.
Su Zheng and Lu Yuan, in the eyes of most people, are the pinnacle representatives of the Qi Gathering Realm martial arts among the Su and Lu families today.
For the two of them, as long as they win this duel, they can enter the top eight of the general election. Apart from that, both of them have their own thoughts about this duel.
On the one hand, Su Zheng wanted to kill the last martial artist of the Lu family for Su Xing in advance, so that Su Xing could have a smooth road ahead. As for Lu Yuan, he wanted to help Su Xing who was thrown to the stage in embarrassment earlier.
He wanted to take revenge on his junior brother Lu Yang.
On the ring, his eyes were cold, and all the vitality in his body was unreservedly gathered on his fists. Every punch he struck wildly contained the anger and murderous intention in his heart.
He knew that this duel would never endanger the opponent's life, but he was very sure that as long as Su Zheng was accidentally hit by his punch, he would be able to make him lie in bed for at least three years!
Facing the opponent's fierce attack, Su Zheng was slightly shocked. None of the opponents he had encountered before had punched as violently as Lu Yuan. But his posture was dexterous, like catkins in the wind.
Zhang Di moved around, using every ounce of strength in his body to dodge the attack.
However, there was always a gap in the realm between the two. In just one stick of incense, everyone present could see that Su Zheng's figure gradually slowed down, and his constantly shifting legs began to become unable to take steps.
A sneer suddenly appeared on the corner of Lu Yuan's mouth. He flashed his cold eyes, turned his fist into a palm, and quickly and fiercely grabbed one of Su Zheng's arms like a poisonous snake emerging from its hole.
Su Zheng's expression changed when he saw this, and his heart sank, knowing that something was wrong.
Lightning flash, just when he was about to shout out and admit defeat, a fist shadow as fast as lightning arrived at the tip of his nose in an instant, and the next moment, Lu Yuan's iron fist hit Su Zheng's face hard.
"Shenglong!" The moment his fist reached Su Zheng's nose, Lu Yuan spat out an indifferent voice.
A "click" sound immediately echoed in Su Zheng's brain. His body was like a firecracker that first rose to the top of tens of meters, and then fell to the ground feebly like a bird hit by a slingshot.
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On the other side, all the spectators present heard a sound of tearing through the air, and the figure next to Su Yicheng suddenly disappeared from the ground.
The next second, the figure appeared where Su Zheng's body was about to fall, catching him steadily before Su Zheng fell to the ground miserably.
"Cousin...I..."
In Su Xing's arms, Su Zheng, who originally had a straight nose, had a face that was beginning to collapse, and he looked extremely embarrassed when he was originally a tree in the wind. But even so, Su Zheng still tried his best to say something.
Su Xing covered Su Zheng's mouth with his hand, signaling him not to speak. Su Xing turned his hand, and a yellow fluorescent elixir suddenly appeared in his palm. He quickly stuffed the elixir into Su Zheng's mouth.
middle.
During martial arts competitions in the ring, one party may be disfigured or even disabled from time to time. But if the two parties had not been enmity for a long time, they would never even give their opponent a chance to admit defeat and beg for mercy.
Su Xing picked up Su Zheng's body, walked to Su Yicheng's side, and then put it down.
At this time, the indifferent voice of "Lu Yuansheng" came from the arena.
Looking around, Su Xing noticed that everyone in the audience had shocked expressions on their faces, but there was no trace of pity or pity for Su Zheng. It was as if just because he exchanged a few words with Su Xing, people treated them with contempt.
The two of them are considered the same kind and do not deserve mercy.
And even among the disciples from the Su family who came to watch, only a few who were close friends with Su Zheng showed sadness and anger on their faces.
Su Xing felt sad because he and his cousin Su Zheng had also suffered unfair treatment.
Even... almost lost his life.
Putting down Su Zheng, Su Xing walked onto the ring in three steps. A strong wind blew by, causing the young man's robe to float in the center of the ring.
"You don't have to wait for the drawing of lots in a while. You and I will fight in the end."
Looking at Lu Yuan who had not yet left, the young man's cold voice immediately echoed in the venue,