I am God

When 256 students walked towards the competition stage and entered the preparation area, the shouts and cheers from the audience startled Xiu Zhe. He, who had never seen the big world, seemed extremely nervous, and even the aisle began to turn around.

"Brother Xiuzhe, don't be afraid, just treat this match as an ordinary competition in the academy." Tang Yanqian's sweet voice came, and Xiuzhe nodded mechanically, obviously not because of Tang Yanqian's words And take it easy.

"Take a deep breath, what about the bold words you told me last night? Where is the momentum to overthrow Liang Yue?" Ning Jiu patted Xiu Zhe on the back with a smile and teased.

After Xiu Zhe took a few deep breaths, his nervousness was relieved. He felt that he almost went into shock just now.

"I'm fine, don't worry, I will definitely fulfill those words." Xiu Zhe smiled slightly and followed the large army into the preparation area.Although there was some distance between the preparation area and the auditorium, the enthusiasm of the audience was still conveyed.

"Ahem..." An elegant female voice sounded through the loudspeaker, and the voices of the audience suddenly dropped sharply.

"Next, I invite the monarch of the Principality of Belle Mare to announce the opening of the competition."

Xiu Zhe looked at the rostrum. A man about 50 to [-] years old in luxurious clothes slowly got up from his seat amidst thunderous applause from the audience.

He raised his hands slowly and waved to the sides of his body, the applause stopped quickly, and the huge duel field was silent.

"I, Yong Jingshuo, the 19th monarch of the Principality of Bel Mare, on behalf of the Principality, and on behalf of the Imperial College, the organizer of this competition, announce the opening of the competition."

A clear and powerful male voice came out from the loudspeakers installed around the duel arena, applause and cheers followed one after another.

Yong Jingshuo smiled and sat back in his seat. The hostess took over the conversation and said, "The audience must be impatient to see the birth of the top six and the champion of this competition, right?"

"Yes!!"

Seeing that the enthusiasm of the audience had reached a new height, the hostess smiled and said without much nonsense: "Then let our first group of contestants take the stage, please invite Si Zhan and the second-year class D of the Imperial Sword Academy. Jiang Luo from Class C of the same grade makes an appearance!"

The faces of two teenagers were shown on the big screen in the middle of the duel arena suspended in mid-air by magic, and the hostess said loudly: "All 256 second-year students of the Imperial Sword Academy adopt a cruel 1V1 elimination system. We adhere to the absolute In accordance with the principle of fairness, the positions of all contestants and the opponents they will face are randomly assigned."

When the hostess finished speaking, the two teenagers who were about to compete in the first match had already appeared on the stage. Both of them bowed face to face, and then distanced themselves and pulled out the weapons they carried.

In less than 2 minutes, the division of Class D won the battle.

256名学员要采取1v1比试就说明要进行128场比赛，平均3分钟一场所有人比完也得需要六个小时，好在今天的赛程只决出64强，如果非要在今天决出一个冠军就算选手不累观众也得累死。

Xiu Zhe's match was in the 72nd match, Ning Jiu's match in the 81st match, Tang Yanxi's match in the 56th match, and Liang Yue's match in the 112th match. Although the seats in the preparation area were relatively comfortable, they were far from comfortable in the waiting room. Going to the preparation area is just a cutscene. Only by taking a full rest can you show your full strength and bring the audience the most exciting battle. Everyone knows that the students who are ranked behind all choose to go back to the lounge to meditate and adjust their state.

Yong Jingshuo also left the stage early. The principality's affairs were too busy, and it was not easy for him to take this time out of his busy schedule to express a speech. The flourishing Delos Empire is gradually eroding, and as the king of a country, Yong Jingshuo has too many things to deal with.

The spectators also exited the arena one after another to have some snacks, but they all remembered the games of the favorites and the players they bet on, so before the games of these players, the spectators would come back to witness the results of the games with their own eyes.

Tang Yanqian's match was very straightforward. She met a small character named Xi Meng in Class E. Although her overall strength was at the bottom of Class A, she still killed her opponent with one move. The cute and strong female swordsman will always give the warmest applause. Xi Meng, who is completely reduced to a foil, is in bad luck. Fortunately, he was directly knocked out by Tang Yanqian and did not hear the applause of the audience, otherwise he would definitely Also be stunned.

In the spacious private lounge, Xiu Zhe looked at Tang Yanqian on the field and smiled slightly. Xiu Zhe was also secretly surprised by her performance and the strength she showed. This little girl has not been wasted for a year.

After Tang Yanqian finished the competition and went through another 25 games, the hostess said a few words, "Next, we will invite one of the favorites to win this competition, Xiu Zhe who is only 12 years old and has ghost hands, and the same It's Ao Shui, who learned swordsmanship in Class A!"

When Xiu Zhe, who was not bound by ghosts and gods, walked into the arena, there were some strange voices from the audience. Xiu Zhe didn't care about it. He just thought about how to defeat his opponent. Ao Shui, like Tang Yanqian, was at the bottom of Class A However, Xiu Zhe, who has lived in the jungle for a year, understands the truth that a lion fights a rabbit with all his strength, not to mention that he may not be that lion.

And the audience's voices about Xiu Zhe not wearing ghosts and gods were getting louder and louder. The hostess obviously didn't know how to deal with this matter. At this moment, a calm voice sounded,

"Xiu Zhe doesn't need to wear ghost bindings when he participates in the competition. This is authorized by Wang. If Xiu Zhe goes berserk and hurts the audience in the battle, Soderos can come to see him first."

When they heard Soderos's speech on the rostrum, the strange voices in the audience disappeared immediately, which showed that Soderos' status in the Principality and among the people was absolutely extraordinary.

"Squad leader, let me see how much your strength has improved after you leave the academy for a year." Ao Shui pulled out the giant sword from his waist, and there was no intention of asking for advice in his tone, but a hint of hostility and Disdain.

Slowly withdrawing his gaze from the rostrum, Xiu Zhe didn't get angry because of the sarcasm in Ao Shui's words, nor did he draw out his sword, but just stood there quietly.

"Oh? Xiu Zhe didn't pull out the sword he was wearing. Could it be that he was deliberately belittling his opponent or did he have other plans? Those spectators who left the arena are probably going to miss a wonderful match. Nonsense Without further ado, let's get started!"

As the hostess finished speaking, Xiu Zhe still didn't move. A pair of pitch-black eyes stared directly at Ao Shui, and an invisible momentum erupted from his body and pressed down on Ao Shui like a mountain.

"Draw your sword, Zhe'er, why don't you draw your sword?" Xiu Xiangxue looked at Xiu Zhe on the competition stage in the VIP room and stomped his feet anxiously, while Lin Jun came to Xiu Xiangxue with a smile and said, " Don't worry, this kid Xiu Zhe has never been a careless person, he must have his own plans."

Ao Shui is very uncomfortable now, Xiu Zhe just stood there, but his feet seemed to be fixed, and even lifting his feet became an extremely difficult thing, if the referees did not speak, Ao Shui would have thought that Xiu Zhe was showing off What magic.

"Ah!!" Ao Shui couldn't bear the pressure that Xiu Zhe had brought on him, he raised his head to the sky and roared, clenched the handle of the knife with both hands and swung vigorously, a white sword energy flew towards Xiu Zhe's neck.

Xiu Zhe still didn't draw his sword, only to see him raise his ghostly hand and clenched his fist, the eyes of his fist collided head-on with the weak sword energy.There was no sound or scream, the sword energy was shattered by Xiu Zhe's fist while everyone was dumbfounded, it turned into light spots all over the sky and dissipated in the air.

The auditorium was completely silent, Xiu Xiangxue rubbed her eyes in the VIP room and even suspected that she had read it wrong. When the sword energy was about to touch Xiu Zhe's ghost hand, she didn't dare to look any further, put her hands together and prayed to God It would be nice if Xiu Zhe could save one life.

But no one would have thought that Xiu Zhe would shatter the opponent's sword energy in such a wild way. In the previous matches, they used weapons to parry the opponent's sword energy, but when it came to Xiu Zhe, this routine changed.

A playful smile appeared on Lin Jun's face, boy, this move is not only for Ning Jiu and Liang Yue, but also for those who have prejudice against ghost hands. The sword energy is like slapping ordinary swordsmen in the face, don't you look down on ghost hands?Don't you regard it as an ominous thing?

"Admit defeat, you are not my opponent." Xiu Zhe's plain tone made Ao Shui's eyes widen. Since he was a child, his family believed that he was born for the sword, even though he gradually disappeared under the brilliance of Ning Jiu and Liang Yue. But he firmly believed that one day he would stand on the big stage and defeat these two "Heaven's Proud Sons" head-on, but before he stood in front of these two, he was defeated without even drawing his sword? ?
Ao Shui's heart was full of unwillingness, but in front of Xiu Zhe, even swinging a sword became the most difficult thing for him. If he couldn't swing his sword energy, what was the difference between him and soldiers who only knew how to charge and kill on the battlefield?
Swallowing saliva with difficulty, Ao Shui found that he was already profusely sweating, and the sense of dizziness from prostration kept hitting his brain like waves.

"I, I admit defeat." Ao Shui squeezed out the words from between his teeth, as if his body had lost his strength, he stuck his giant sword on the competition platform, knelt on one knee and panted heavily.

The host is stupid, but she is also an experienced person who has hosted countless competitions, big and small. After exchanging eyes with the referees, she announced loudly: "Xiu Zhe, Class A, Grade [-] wins!"

Only then did the audience react and cheered loudly. They would not be stingy with applause for the strong. Xiu Zhe slowly raised his ghost hand. This gesture of announcing victory made the audience cheer even louder.

Xiu Xiangxue couldn't help crying in the VIP room, how long has it been?How long has my son been cast aside and cast aside because of the ghost's hand?But today he has proved himself with great strength, proving that even patients with Kazan syndrome can find a path that suits them!
At this time, although Ning Jiu and Liang Yue were in different lounges, the expressions on their faces were surprisingly the same. The endless fighting spirit burning in their eyes seemed to form a special aura centered on themselves, which made outsiders dare not take it easy. near.