The bell rang again, and Zhao Feng began to wait quietly for the challenger to come on stage. The time limit for the challenge was not long, which was just the time for a cup of tea.
Holding a gun in one hand and a sword in the other, he was very calm and rested with his eyes closed. Under the ring, many contestants looked left and right, but no one came on stage.
Ding dong! The copper bell rang, and the number of wins increased by one above Zhao Feng's head. It was still less than a cup of tea before the next game started.
On the ring, Zhao Feng didn't even change his posture. Seeing that it was time for the next match to start, there was still no one outside the ring.
"Maybe this kid will pass smoothly!" Some contestants thought about this possibility.
Halfway through the challenge time limit, a contestant finally came to the judge.
This is a sturdy, short orc warrior carrying a sword and shield.
The orc warrior appeared on the ring, and the protective shield had just disappeared. The orc warrior continued to dodge to the left, and at the same time accelerated towards Zhao Feng.
On the other side, Zhao Feng still revealed the Purple Lightning Flying Dragon's bright silver spear. All the contestants in the audience wanted to know how Zhao Feng could penetrate the orc warrior.
However, what the contestants expected was wrong. Zhao Feng's shot hit the middle of the ring. The tip of the gun penetrated the ring and erupted with blinding lightning. The orc warrior's vision was affected, but only to a limited extent.
"Human boy, die!"
The orc warrior roared, jumped up, curled up with the sword in his hand, and hid it in the shield. He used speed and shield defense to approach the opponent, and then ended the battle with a single blow.
Zhao Feng and the orc warriors were very fast, and all the contestants in the ring saw this scene clearly:
Zhao Feng suddenly accelerated and rushed towards the orc warrior, so that if the orc warrior did not change, the point of impact would appear behind Zhao Feng, allowing others to slaughter him.
The orc warrior hurriedly made a change, his body fell rapidly, and he planned to draw his sword first, but a sword light flew past his eyes. The orc warrior, including his sword and shield, was swept across by Zhao Feng and was cut into six pieces.
"Damn, this guy has a holy spear, does he also have a holy sword?"
All the onlookers couldn't sit still. The long sword in Zhao Feng's hand was so sharp that it actually cut through the thick shield. Just thinking about it made people feel a chill in the back of their heads.
"Fortunately, this guy has won ten games in a row and can leave!" Some contestants were very happy.
But as a result, all the contestants around the No. 9 ring were shocked, their eyes widened, and they showed incredulous expressions. It turned out that Zhao Feng was still indifferent after hearing the signal of successful promotion, and stood on the ring, motionless.
"What the hell are you standing on top pretending to be a big-tailed wolf? Get down quickly!" Someone reacted and yelled.
"Yes, you have been promoted successfully, and you are still standing in the ring. What do you want to do?"
Zhao Feng showed so much strength that no one in the audience was willing to challenge him and wanted him to leave as soon as possible.
To determine the strength of a warrior, talent is the foundation, followed by skills, and diligent study and practice are the foundation. However, the most effective means to widen the gap in strength between each other is weapons and equipment.
Zhao Feng's spears and swords completely ignore the defense of other warriors, so how can he still fight?
Faced with the exciting scene, the eight referees surrounding Arena No. 9 shouted:
"Shut up, anyone who disrupts the order of the arena will die!"
Suddenly, the area around Arena No. 9 fell silent. Most of the contestants began to retreat, and only a few began to make other plans.
"Contestants, do you want to continue the challenge?" the referee of Arena No. 9 asked.
"yes!"
The referee was a woman wearing a mask and a black robe. Zhao Feng wanted to continue the challenge when she stood up from her seat and a small mirror-like gadget appeared in her hand.
The mirror emits a beam of light, which shines on the defensive barrier of Arena No. 9, and Arena No. 9 becomes particularly eye-catching. From a long distance, you can see that this arena is different.
Some contestants were confused and asked the referee next to them: "What is this guy doing?"
"If he has the strength, he can challenge the winning streak. The rewards will be so generous that even high-level warriors will be jealous!"
None of the contestants who came to compete had ever won ten consecutive games, let alone continued the challenge.
Zhao Feng decided to continue to complete the challenge. Within the scope of the Extreme Challenge qualifiers, there were thousands of groups of varying numbers. This situation was rare.
"Contestants, continue to challenge. If you win a match, the prize will be doubled. If the challenger wins, he will receive all the rewards currently accumulated by the challenger!"
The reward for ten consecutive victories is direct promotion. Zhao Feng continues to challenge. In addition to this, the prize is an additional mid-grade mysterious weapon armor!
"Mysterious weapon armor, what a good thing!"
With a reward that was enough to impress the contestants, three people immediately rushed to the referee in front of the No. 9 arena.
On the stage, Zhao Feng could tell at a glance from the three people's footwork and body movement that although these three people were in the late Heaven level, their strength was still far behind his own.
So, he raised his head and asked the referee diagonally above the ring: "Can I challenge the three of them at the same time?"
"Okay! Are you sure!" the referee asked.
"Sure!"
The referee waved his hand, and all three challengers who had been prepared appeared on stage nine.
"This kid is so crazy, he actually challenged three! We have a good show to watch!"
"One versus three, if we win, then the ones who go up are not three pigs!"
"Brothers on stage, don't come down if you can't win!"
Under the ring, everyone could talk about anything, but no one dared to underestimate Zhao Feng. While waiting for the game to start, a group of Martial Arts Palace disciples came under the No. 9 ring.
"Which branch of disciple is this?" asked the leader, a man in gold robe.
A woman in blue next to him replied: "Reporting to the young sect master, according to the information, this son is a disciple of the Kunlun Mountain branch who has just completed the migration!"
"It turns out it's from Junior Sister. Yes, Junior Sister's efforts over the years have not been in vain!"
It turns out that this group of people are the big shots in the Martial Palace who are responsible for the operation of the Extreme Challenge Tournament. Among them, the man in golden robe is Zhao Feng's senior brother, Tianji Sage Wei Jiutian.
At this time, the competition began. In order to prevent Zhao Feng from throwing the silver spear, the three challengers moved in different ways.
The challenger on the left side of Zhao Feng has developed an ability similar to teleportation. His body appears and disappears, quickly shortening the distance between them.
The challenger standing directly opposite Zhao Feng was the farthest away from Zhao Feng, and this guy was also the most cunning. After the game started, he first released a defensive charm, and then fearing that he could not block it, he released three identical charms in succession to block the front.
Then he took out a dark shield and began to charge faster.
The challenger on the right was an archer. He released a spell that increased his movement speed, and then began to fire a barrage of arrows. In an instant, hundreds of rockets enveloped Zhao Feng.
Facing three challengers, Zhao Feng decided to kill the challenger directly opposite first, followed by the archer on the right, and finally the guy who could teleport.