Destiny Martial God

Qianlong Fort, in the central square!

Looking up at the list above the square, which had changed again, Yu Haoran's eyes showed a hint of expectation.

First, he hoped that in the second game of the semi-finals, Qin Lingfei and others would not encounter too strong opponents, nor would they fight against each other. It would be best if they could successfully enter the finals and then get the blessing of Qianlong's luck.

Second, he hoped that the list would give different treatment to Wu Zhengjun's performance in the ring.

After all, Wu Zhengjun was the only player left in the No. 82 ring. Even if he advanced directly to the final, it was reasonable to enjoy the blessing of Qianlong's luck in advance.

As the changes in the list above the square gradually calmed down, Yu Haoran first showed a look of surprise in his eyes, and then couldn't help but sighed.

The result of the grouping of the players in the second game of the semi-finals was as he expected. Qin Lingfei, Yu Siqi, Jian Wuhen, Jiang Jingya and Wu Zhengjun were all divided into different rings.

But don't encounter too strong opponents, and Wu Zhengjun's hope of advancing directly to the finals was finally shattered.

"Prince consort, be careful!" Qin Lingfei said with concern before leaving after seeing that the result of her group was in the No. 23 ring.

"Xiaoran, don't be careless!" Yu Siqi, who was going to the No. 35 ring, reminded before leaving.

"Brother Yu, come on!" Jian Wuhen, who was going to the No. 50 ring, encouraged with a smile.

"Yu, don't let me down!" Jiang Jingya, who was forcibly brought to Yu Haoran by Jian Wuhen, finally softened her heart, but still asked stubbornly.

"Brother Yu, I'll go first!" With a farewell, Wu Zhengjun turned and went straight to the No. 79 ring.

After greeting everyone one by one, Yu Haoran waved his sleeves and returned to the No. 8 ring.

That's right, he was still assigned to the No. 8 ring in the second qualifying match of the rematch.

Sweeping the nine opponents on the No. 8 ring, Yu Haoran began to look for the first suitable target.

The second qualifying match of the rematch is actually a free-for-all mode, where you can choose the opponent you want to attack at will.

But the difference from the first match is that the free-for-all of the qualifying match must be a one-on-one fight, and after the fight, no matter whether the opponent wins or loses, lives or dies, you can no longer challenge him.

Zhao Zixin, a martial saint of the ninth rank, comes from the Zhao family of Jixiang City in the southern region. He ranks 269th on the list and is the only opponent among the nine players who had a personal grudge against him in his previous life.

After selecting the first opponent to fight, Yu Haoran stared directly at Zhao Zixin, and then waited for the list to announce the start of the game.

"The game begins!"

The waiting time was not very long. Just when Zhao Zixin was stared at by Yu Haoran and felt hairy, the sound of the game starting came from the list above the square.

As soon as the match started, Yu Haoran, who used the law of perfect speed, appeared in front of Zhao Zixin. With the ancestor witch's body and the boxing skills inherited from the ancestor witch, he blasted his opponent into the air with a mountain-breaking style.

Zhao Zixin, who was blasted into the air, was like a kite with a broken string. He spit out blood and fell heavily on the hard ring.

The serious injuries caused by the boxing and the impact of falling on the ring made Zhao Zijin faint.

At this time, the eight players on the ring were still observing each other and choosing their opponents.

Zhao Zixin, a strong man at the peak of the ninth level of the martial saint, ranked 269th on the list, did not even have the opportunity and strength to resist, and was directly hit by Yu Haoran and seriously injured, which made the other eight players suddenly feel endless panic.

Because when they were selecting their opponents just now, they had already analyzed Zhao Zixin's strength in detail. Although five of the players were confident that they could defeat the opponent, they needed to fight for several moves before they could do so.

The strength of the other three players is at most equal to that of Zhao Zixin. Only after a real competition can we know whether they win or lose.

"Hurry up!" After easily defeating Zhao Zixin, Yu Haoran turned his head and looked at the eight players on the stage. He found that they were all stunned and immediately urged them impatiently.

After all, he still wanted to finish the game as soon as possible, and then pay attention to the game of Qin Lingfei and others.

After hearing Yu Haoran's urging, the eight players who came back to their senses looked at each other and found that each of them showed a hint of hesitation in their eyes.

In the second qualifying match of the rematch, each stage has only one qualifying spot. With the terrifying strength that Yu Haoran just showed, even Zhong Tianle, who ranks the highest on the list, has no confidence that he can win.

In this case, what is the point of everyone continuing to fight!

However, as the descendants of the inheritance carefully cultivated in their respective families, they all have the opportunity to take charge of a force in the future. It is not their style to lose before the battle.

Therefore, after a quick exchange of glances and thoughts, the eight contestants made a decision that did not violate the rules of the game, but was easy to be laughed at, that is, to use the means of round-robin to deal with Yu Haoran.

If they still cannot defeat Yu Haoran through the means of round-robin, then their subsequent surrender will be reasonable and they will not be ridiculed and despised by their clansmen afterwards.

If they defeat Yu Haoran through the means of round-robin, then they will compete for the only qualification for the next round by fighting each other.

"Zheng Shengjie, the peak of the ninth level of martial saint, the strength of the first calamity quasi-martial master, ranks 241st on the list."

Since the decision has been made, the eight elite players are not the kind of people who drag their feet. A player with the same cultivation and strength as Zhao Zixin took the lead and stood up.

Although he did not notice the eye contact between the crowd just now, Yu Haoran was able to guess the other party's plan by seeing that everyone gave up fighting each other.

In this regard, he was not angry, but was very happy that the other party could make such a quick decision to end the game.

At the same time, many spectators in the stands who were paying attention to Yu Haoran's game showed shock on their faces after seeing the eight players on the No. 8 ring decide to fight in a round-robin battle.

They were shocked by the shameless behavior of the eight players and the strength of Yu Haoran.

"Your Majesty, although the strength of the prince consort is very strong, the strength of the eight opponents in the quasi-martial master realm is not weak either."

Looking at Zheng Shengjie who took the initiative to stand up, Meng Zhengkai reminded with worry in his eyes.

"Why don't you discuss this with the seven masters of Qianlong Fort and ask them to take care of this matter."

"A bunch of clowns will neither cause any trouble to the prince consort nor alarm the seven masters." Emperor Qin said contemptuously while shaking his head to refuse.

"Alas!"

In response, Meng Zhengkai could only sigh and then looked at Yu Haoran on the No. 8 ring with worry.