Book Ten, Chapter 51: Beating the Rats (200 leagues! Thank you!)
On the evening after the preliminaries ended, the official website of World Central City announced the schedule for this competition.
The seven human nations immediately discovered the name ‘Jingming’ among them.
"Five thousand years later, Master Jingming will compete in the Ten Thousand Races Competition again!"
"It has been five thousand years. Except for Master Jingming, no warrior in our human race has ever reached the highest level. In the end, it was Master Jingming who took action again."
"Master Jingming, who is more than 5,000 years old, is already very old. No matter what kind of performance he has in this competition, I still admire him. Because it is an extremely great success for others to stand on the highest stage again."
"I'm so touched. I can actually see Master Jingming participating in the Ten Thousand Races Competition in my life."
"Even if Lord Jingming is eliminated in the first round, he is still the greatest warrior in my heart."
Countless human beings were extremely excited.
After all, no human warrior has entered the main competition for several consecutive years, although they also enjoy watching each competition.
But when the human warriors stepped onto the field, the passion of the seven human nations was ten times a hundred times stronger, and countless people were moved to tears!
"My father, my grandfather, my great-grandfather and my ancestors from more than 5,000 years ago are all fans of Mr. Jingming. Generations of our family have been fans of Mr. Jingming!"
"Lord Jingming, I love you!"
Countless people celebrated enthusiastically, even running to the front of the Jing family's headquarters building to celebrate.
There were too many people celebrating, and the Jing family could only help maintain order.
The Jing family members were proud and nervous when their ancestors participated in the competition. They were also worried that their ancestors would die in the Ten Thousand Races Competition. After all, the glory of the Jing family mainly depended on their ancestors.
"You are so old, why do you have to participate in the competition?" Many Jing family members don't understand.
With the anticipation of all races, the Ten Thousand Races Competition was finally officially held.
Hundreds of millions of spectators gathered in the arena suspended at an altitude of 180,000 meters, and the cheers were like a tsunami sweeping the entire venue.
In the player's box, Xu Jingming stood alone in the box. He looked around and clearly remembered his parents, younger brothers and sisters, assistant Ni Yun, and bodyguards and servants gathered here five thousand years ago. They cheered for his battle.
And nervous.
"Coming to the world of all races is fate and calamity. And I must escape from calamity." Xu Jingming's eyes were calm, but his will was unshakable.
At this moment, matches are going on in the arena. The strong players in the main match are competing against each other. The winner will advance and the loser will be eliminated.
"Next is the 35th match of the first round of this Ten Thousand Races Competition. Jing Ming from the human race will fight against Qi Yu from the giant god race." Pan Qiu, the host of the competition, said loudly.
"Lord Jingming."
"Jingming."
"Master Jingming will win."
Countless people from the seven human kingdoms, as well as the human audience at the scene, chanted Xu Jingming's name. They were feverishly looking forward to the appearance of the greatest warrior of the human race.
Phew! Phew!
Two figures appeared on the field. Qiyu, a giant god, was 37 meters tall and had a majestic build. Xu Jingming was relatively smaller.
But after the previous competitions, the audience no longer dared to look down on the weak races. Especially among the contestants in this competition, the number of weak races has reached nearly 60%.
"Is it him?" Xu Jingming recognized the other person. When he went to the registration point to sign up for the first competition, he met two giant gods.
The opponent in front of him was one of the two giant gods from back then.
The Titan Clan Qiyu, as well as the outside world, has a high-dimensional life clone with extraordinary memory, and he can obviously remember the original scene.
"In the first competition, I failed to enter the main competition. But with the talent of the Titan Clan, I finally entered the main competition in the fifth competition, and I still successfully entered the main competition in the sixth competition." Qi Yu, the Titan Clan, also said
Not willing to give in.
He doesn't want to die, he wants to survive this calamity alive and leave the world of all races.
"It's getting harder and harder for me to make progress now, but these weak races have risen one by one." Qi Yu, a giant god, said with a cold look in his eyes, "But if you want to defeat me, it depends on your strength."
boom.
The giant god clan Qiyu turned into an afterimage in the lake, and the huge soles of his feet had already stepped on it.
"Huh." Xu Jingming moved, like a crane spreading its wings, extremely flexible.
Peng!
At a speed of more than 300,000 meters per second, Xu Jingming was like a stream of light, kicking the giant god Qiyu in the chest. The giant god Qiyu's eyes immediately widened and he covered his chest in pain.
"I admit defeat." Qiyu of the Titan Clan shouted out with difficulty.
"Thank you." The giant god clan looked at Xu Jingming and said.
He knew very well that if this strong human being kicked him not on the chest but on the head, his brain would be completely turned into mud and he would be killed immediately.
Xu Jingming was indeed merciful. Since he could win easily, why bother to kill him?
High-dimensional beings trapped in a world of thousands of races and unable to escape are already trapped in a sea of misery, so why bother to make up for it with another blow?
"Human Jingming wins." Pan Qiu, the host of the competition, shouted excitedly, "With just one move, Human Jingming defeated Qiyu from the Giant God Clan with just one move."
In the broadcast, Xu Jingming's terrifying kick was being repeated over and over again. It was just one kick! A strong man from the Titan Tribe gave up in pain.
"Master Jingming is so strong?"
Countless people from the seven human kingdoms couldn't believe it. They were already very happy that Lord Jingming could enter the arena. He defeated the beautiful opponent with just one move? This surprise caught them off guard.
"Oh my God!"
"Does Lord Jingming have any hope of reaching the first place?"
"I think everyone should calm down and not put too much pressure on Mr. Jing Ming. No matter how many rounds Mr. Jing Ming can advance to or what ranking he can get, I should always support Mr. Jing Ming."
"We will always support Lord Jingming."
The Ten Thousand Races Competition is continuing.
The surprises of the seven human kingdoms continue. Their greatest warrior, Lord Jingming, defeats each opponent with a devastating attitude.
Giant God Clan, Colorful Dragon Clan, Sea Tiger Clan, Dwarf Clan, the latest. Powerful opponents fell in front of Xu Jingming one after another. No opponent could last ten seconds in front of Xu Jingming, and Xu Jingming had a bye in one round.
After five rounds of competition, Xu Jingming officially entered the top ten
"The sixth round of this competition will be held today, and the top five will be selected from the top ten." Pan Qiu, the host of the competition, said his voice echoed throughout the arena, and was also broadcast to tens of thousands of viewers.
"There are five games in total, and each one will be extremely exciting."
Pan Qiu said, "The first match will be between 'Jingming' from the human race and Benon from the demon rat race."
The entire audience burst into cheers, especially the human audience and the demonic rat audience. The demonic rat audience were generally less than half a meter tall and smaller, and they all stood and jumped and cheered.
Whoosh.
Two figures appeared on the field. Xu Jingming's expression was much more solemn as he looked at the small, powerful demon rat clan member 'Benoun' standing thousands of meters away.
"Finally I met a real little opponent." Xu Jingming did not dare to be careless at all. Although the dwarf he met in the last round was shorter than him, the two sides were still relatively close in size.
"He is only just over half a meter tall, about the height of my knees. He can break into the top ten in such a short break, but his physical toughness is probably higher than mine." Xu Mo looked at his opponent.
"Human Race Jingming." Demon Mouse Race Benon didn't dare to be careless. He entered the second round of the main competition in the first competition. This competition has always been easy and he has never been forced to show his true strength.
"Okay, let this human race Jing Ming verify the results of my five thousand years of cultivation." Benon moved.
Phew! Phew!
The two of them turned into two afterimages and clashed instantly.
"Wow."
"The ultimate speed of both of them has exceeded 400,000 meters per second."
"In a field with a diameter of only 10,000 meters, they move at super high speeds and can actually maintain a speed of over 400,000 meters per second. Whether it is speed or flexibility, both of them are extremely terrifying."
In the slow playback of the broadcast, you can clearly see the scene of the two of them fighting.
Xu Jingming moves like a phantom, and every move is terrifying, either extremely penetrating, terrifyingly concussive, or sharply cutting.
After ten seconds of fighting, Xu Jingming stopped, and the strong man from the Demon Rat Tribe also stopped and stared at Xu Jingming.
"The bodies of this Demonic Rat Tribe are too tough." Xu Jingming looked at the other party. The Demonic Rat Tribe's whole body was now covered in hair, and its thick layer of hair was like spikes, so that any of Xu Jingming's moves would lose a lot of power.
"We have to make it impossible for him to unload his force." Xu Jingming's body muscles expanded, and his height climbed to two meters seven, making him much stronger and taller.
It was in this state that he passed the first round of the first competition.
"It's gotten bigger?" Benonen, a strong man from the Demon Rat Tribe, was careful. "So what if you've gotten bigger? Even if your strength and speed are stronger than mine, you can't do anything to me. As for the influence on the mind? Your mind power can't shake me either.
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Any move that hits the Demon Rat Tribe will fly out like a ball, and the force will be transferred to the body through the hair.
The actual damage done to the body is only a very small part.
In the outside world, the strong men of the Demon Rat Clan are still in the third realm of Half-Step, and their spiritual power is equally extraordinary.
boom.
Xu Jingming moved again, and his speed advantage prevented the Demon Rat Clan from escaping. He did not bother to escape, but instead took the initiative to fight.
"Peng!!"
This palm is still stuck on the body, causing the Demon Rat Tribe to hit the ground on the playing field. The ground is indestructible. Even after many competitions, there are still no scars.
At this moment, the palm of the hand made the Demon Rat Clan hit the ground, and the repulsive force of the hard earth also crashed into the Demon Rat Clan's body, making him quite uncomfortable.
"This ground cannot unload its force." The strong man from the Demon Rat Clan panicked.
When Xu Jingming used the Demonic Bear's Sky-Slamming Style, after performing one move, he needed to recharge before he could perform another move.
After five thousand years of practice, his "Heart Soldier War Technique" has become much more mature. Xu Jingming's palms struck out continuously, one palm struck down, and the other followed.
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Both palms are like two sledgehammers, trying to smash the demon rat deep into the ground of the arena.
Each blow was hard to unload, and the terrifying power was violently transmitted within the Demon Rat Clan, with violent vibrations that shook his brain, blood, and muscles. Just three palms made the Demon Rat Clan suffer in pain, and his nose and ears were full of blood.
"I admit defeat." The strong man from the Demon Rat Tribe shouted out.
Xu Jingming stopped.
"This body is really strong." Xu Jingming looked at the strong men of the Demon Rat Clan and secretly sighed in his heart, "We must seize the opportunity to win the championship in this competition. In the future, these ultra-small bodies will be very difficult to fight, and they will not be beaten to death no matter how hard they are beaten.
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"If I continue to choke, I will be choked to death. There is still a big gap between me and the human Jingming in this competition." The strong man of the Demon Rat Tribe is also self-aware.
"Today's first game is over. Human Jingming became the first player to enter the top five." Pan Qiu, the host of the competition, entered the arena, and his voice rang in the ears of countless spectators from all races.