Eighteen huge battle platforms are suspended in the air.
The battle platform was very huge. It was black, as if it was made of a strange metal. There were runes all over it, and it was full of weight, as if it were indestructible.
"The rules for the second round. First, I will break up the people from the eighteen forces and disperse them to eighteen battle stages, with sixteen people on each stage!"
"These sixteen people will take turns to fight. Each person will fight against the other fifteen people. In the end, the four people with the best results in each stage will advance!"
"Those who advance will receive one hundred points each, and those who do not advance will receive no points!"
"In the end, there will be 72 people who advance in the 18 battle stages. These 72 people will then compete in pairs. In the end, the strongest nine people will be determined. These nine people will then take turns to fight against each other.
, determine the specific ranking!”
Leader Tianhong continued to announce.
It’s no surprise to everyone, they already knew this rule.
This is the most classic arena battle rule, and it is also the fairest.
Competitions between many forces will adopt this rule.
Lu Ming has seen many such rules along the way.
And as the Vietnam War progresses, more and more points are gained.
Advance to the 72nd place, each person will get 100 points.
Then they compete against each other to advance to the thirty-sixth place, and each person can get two hundred points.
Thirty-six people advance to eighteen, and each person can get 300 points.
Eighteen into nine, each person can get 500 points.
The more people in a force get to the back, the more points they will gain.
Once you become the top three, there will be additional rewards. Therefore, if a top talent goes all the way, the points earned will be amazing.
"Now, I will start to roll your names and assign your battle stations, Battle Station No. 1, Wuhan University, Yao Lin..."
"Battle Stage No. 2..."
"Battle platform No. 3, Mu Yun..."
.......
Leader Tianhong read out a list of names and assigned everyone to eighteen battle stages.
Those whose names were read went to the corresponding battle station, and Lu Ming was assigned to battle station No. 3.
Soon, the allocation is completed.
Lu Ming glanced at it and knew it in his heart.
Eighteen strengths, each with sixteen people, are assigned to eighteen battle stages, with almost no duplication.
There is only one person from the same force on a fighting stage. This is also for the sake of fairness, so that everyone who competes can give their best.
Swish, swish, swish!
The figure flashed, and a figure appeared on every fighting platform.
These are the elders from various factions who serve as referees.
The person on the third platform is a middle-aged man with green hair.
"My name is Liu Feichuan, and I am the referee on the third stage. I will arrange your duel next. This duel only depends on winning or losing, not life and death. So if you feel that you are losing, you'd better admit defeat as soon as possible. If not,
If you admit defeat, you will be responsible for being killed or injured, do you understand?"
Liu Feichuan shouted loudly.
"Understood!" Lu Ming and others replied,
"Okay, first scene, Mu Yun, Zong Fei, come up!"
Liu Feichuan gave a light drink.
"First one, it's my turn?"
Lu Ming was slightly stunned, but it didn't matter.
Anyway, I have to fight against fifteen other people, morning and night, it's the same.
He stepped out and landed on the battlefield.
On the other side, a burly young man also landed on the battlefield, named Zong Fei.
Zong Fei glanced at Lu Ming, with a look of contempt on his lips.
"Fifth Level Divine Lord? I advise you to admit defeat, so as not to seek abuse!"
Zong Fei smiled easily, and his body was filled with a powerful aura.
Shenjun is at the sixth level, one level higher than Lu Ming.
Although there are many geniuses in this world who can leapfrog the ranks and fight in battles, he is a genius himself. Even if Lu Ming can leapfrog the Second World War, he cannot surpass him.
Therefore, when he saw that Lu Ming was only at the fifth level of the Divine Lord, he was very relaxed.
"This is what I want to say to you. I feel like you have to admit defeat and you will be hurt by me, which will affect the rest of the game!"
Lu Ming said.
"Haha, you have a tough mouth. I don't know if your strength in hand is that tough. Let's see how you move!"
Zong Fei shouted loudly and stepped onto the battle platform. Amidst the roar of the battle platform, his burly body rushed towards Lu Ming and punched Lu Ming.
"Wind God Legs!"
Lu Ming thought and kicked him out.
The soles of his feet were fused with at least dozens of leg secret techniques. Once activated, they swept towards Zong Fei like a whirlwind at an astonishing speed.
First come first!
bump!
Lu Ming kicked Zong Fei in the face. Zong Fei screamed and flew back faster than he had rushed. He flew directly out of the fighting platform and fell towards the square below, landing heavily.
On the ground, he vomited blood.
Confused!
Zong Fei was completely confused, his head was buzzing and his eyes were white.
"Forehead!"
The people on the third platform, and some people who noticed this, were also a little confused. Unexpectedly, the two of them decided the winner in an instant.
And the person with the fifth level of the Divine Lord wins.
"Um!"
Headmaster Wang nodded, he was not surprised at all about Lu Ming's victory.
As for Zong Fei's sect, some masters snorted coldly and glanced at Lu Ming a few times, feeling a little unhappy.
The genius who was also on the third platform couldn't help but look at Lu Ming.
Some people have solemn eyes, some have indifferent expressions, some have disdain...
On other battlefields, there are also a few people paying attention to this side.
Such as Han Feng, Qi Ping and others.
They hated Lu Ming very much. On their side, before it was their turn to fight, they discovered that Lu Ming was fighting on the third platform. They naturally looked over here, wanting to see how Lu Ming was suppressed.
He never expected that Lu Ming would defeat his opponent with one move.
"With some strength, no wonder he is so arrogant, but it is just that. After all, he is only the fifth level of the Divine Lord..."
Han Feng snorted in his heart.
He was even more upset when he didn't see Lu Ming being abused.
Qi Ping felt the same way.
"There are a few people on the third platform who are very strong. Let's see how long this kid can be proud of!"
Qi Ping thought coldly in his heart.
"Mu Yun wins!"
Liu Feichuan also looked at Lu Ming a few more times and declared Lu Ming's victory.
Lu Ming withdrew from the battle stage, and Liu Feichuan announced the duel for the next group.
The game continues.
There was only one person on the third platform, which caught Lu Ming's attention.
Because this person's cultivation level is stronger and has reached the quasi-emperor realm. He is a genius from a powerful race and is a foreign aid invited by a force.
He defeated his opponent with one move very easily.
As for the rest, the most talented Divine Lord Ninth Level did not arouse Lu Ming's interest.
Soon, the nine groups of eighteen people competed in the competition.
"Muyun, Chonghu, come on stage and fight!"
Liu Feichuan called Lu Ming's name again.
Lu Ming stepped onto the fighting stage, and at the same time, another young man also stepped onto the fighting stage.
This was a young man wearing wings. As soon as he came on stage, his body suddenly grew in size and transformed into his original shape. He was a giant bird.