The God of War.

The last thirty people.

Today's match is a pure challenge, there is no drawing and no queuing. If you think you are good, you can be the first to jump onto the stage and wait for others to challenge you. If you think you are not good enough, then you can wait until others are stiff, disabled, or have no energy to fight, then you can easily go on stage and reap the prize.

Sometimes there are not so many rules in the competition, and sometimes there are a lot of rules.

As time passed and everyone arrived at the venue, people realized that there would be two arenas today, with fifteen people on each arena, challenging each other to determine the first to fifteenth place.

Then the first two five people will go to one stage and challenge each other to directly decide the top ten.

The battle was somewhat cruel. There was no rest and no medicine allowed. You could only rely on your own skills to knock others down with your punches, swords and knives, and then climb up yourself.

If you can do it, you become a hero with a bright future. If you can't do it, you are just a coward, lying on the ground and letting others step on your back to move up.

This is the truth, a truth that some people think is worse than shit, but it is the most real and substantial truth.

It is true everywhere. I can't remember who said it.

Soon, everyone found a ring that they thought they could enter. They ranked everyone based on the battle results of the past few days before choosing the ring that they thought they still had some hope.

Lin Fei was too lazy to choose. It was the same anyway. Who could really see through anyone, and who could see through anyone casually?

Only when you see through yourself can you truly see through others. Some people cannot even see through themselves, so how can they see through others?

Some people rush forward recklessly without fear of death. These people often die faster and may not even know how they died.

After everyone had taken their sides, there was naturally a vacancy left for Lin Fei, and Lin Fei just had to fill it.

His action gave Jian Buling and Elder Jiang a headache.

"How can this child still be so careless at this time?"

Is this true? No!

Now the last two people left in the Three Swords Sect are Lin Fei and Sang Jie.

Sangjie is Jiantian’s eldest disciple. He has everything he wants and is highly regarded by everyone.

Lin Fei is different. Until now, he has neither entered the inner sect nor the outer sect. He just hangs his name in the Three Swords Sect, and no one knows who he is under.

So, of course some people hope that Sangjie will get first place instead of Lin Fei.

The competition is about to begin. No one from Lin Fei's group is going to go up to the ring. In a round-robin battle, the further it goes, the more powerful he needs to be. If he doesn't have the confidence and ability to fight for a long time, he must of course have a huge amount of spiritual energy stored. If not, then don't go up, otherwise you will definitely be the target of abuse.

The fight broke out on the other side. The first person to come on stage was a red-haired boy. Lin Fei didn't know him, and he didn't want to get to know him. In a fight, what's the point of knowing him? Fists are more powerful.

Soon, the red-haired boy was knocked off the ring by others, but it was not unfair. He knocked down three people in their group, so he was considered a man.

Lin Fei finally saw someone coming up to the ring. He looked like a rough man, wearing clothes made of some unknown leather, which was definitely durable, better than the current cowhide or crocodile leather. His feet were like elephant legs, and when he stood on the stage, he was stable and firm, and could not be blown down by the wind or beaten by the rain.

This person has a nice name, Feng Wen. I really don't know what his parents were thinking when they gave him such a name.

Feng Wen jumped onto the stage, then jumped again. Immediately, dust and mist flew up on the stage, which showed that he was very strong.

Feng Wen used a pair of axes, each of which weighed two hundred pounds. Such a person was absolutely right in wielding axes, unlike the one who used the halberd in front of him, who did not find his weapon correctly.

Lin Fei thought that such a person should be straightforward and could be friends, but he didn't know if they would be destined to be friends in the future.

As soon as Feng Wen came on stage, someone came up to challenge him.

Probably because others thought Feng Wen was just a rough guy, a handsome man came over. He was dressed very gorgeously, but his eyes were very small, as small as two black beans embedded in his big face.

Seeing this man's face, Lin Fei couldn't help but laugh.

After both of them announced their names, the battle began.

Although Feng Wen's axe opened and closed wildly, it was absolutely steady and not at all frivolous. It looked like a fighter, but I didn't know how strong his endurance was.

Wielding a weapon like an axe requires a lot of energy. If there is no absolute advantage, most people will not use this kind of weapon.

Lin Fei was still a little worried because he went up too early.

Swords are different. Swords are soft, flexible and spiritual. They can easily cooperate with people to form absolute combat power. Therefore, more and more people are using swords. However, swords also have their shortcomings, that is, they cannot withstand strong attacks. Moreover, there are not many good sword techniques now, and it is difficult to cultivate real sword techniques.

The two of them pushed and blocked each other and soon exchanged more than ten moves. However, neither of them used spiritual energy and only relied on their physical bodies to fight each other.

Feng Wen's intention was very clear, which was to use his physical strength to knock down the sword-wielding guy.

But you know what, his chance soon came. For some unknown reason, the sword-wielding boy wanted to change the direction of his sword, but was caught by Feng Wen as soon as he changed his move, which became a disaster for the sword-wielding boy. Seizing the opportunity, Feng Wen swung his axe with his left hand directly at the sword-wielding boy's vital point, and then pushed his right hand towards the sword-wielding boy's shoulder.

Feng Wen was born with great strength, and when he slapped his palm out, the air immediately twisted.

The boy wielding the sword immediately sensed the extreme danger, and his face was as solemn as water.

Guard!

However, the two were too close to each other, and the sword-wielding boy wanted to counterattack and avoid the fatal move in front of him. However, he did not expect that Feng Wen Yiran was a rough but delicate man. The axe in his right hand had already been gathered up, and his powerful physical strength burst out with at least the power of the five elephants.

How could a handsome man withstand such a huge force? With the sound of broken bones, the sword boy was no longer able to recover. His shoulder blade was broken, and he let out a scream. He left the ring without even moving his spiritual energy.

When this move was made, some people cheered loudly.

Lin Fei couldn't help but give a thumbs up.

The following battle became more severe. Everyone knew that Feng Wen's body was terrifying, and he started to consume his spiritual energy as soon as he went into battle.

There was nothing that could be done about it. If not, it was very likely that I would be the first to leave the ring.

Using spiritual energy, this is a real war of attrition. The second one who came up was also a swordsman, who was slightly sharper than the previous one. Lin Fei found that this person's spiritual energy reserve exceeded Feng Wen.

"I think Feng Wen will lose."

Lin Fei sighed inwardly.

He simply lowered his head and didn't look. He didn't like watching others fall off the stage. Besides, Lin Fei had a strange feeling towards Feng Wen.

As expected, when the two sides fought to the 40th move, the swordsman successfully avoided Feng Wen's killing move with the help of a martial arts technique of speed. After that, he turned the sword wind, and the sword in his hand pierced through Feng Wen's defense and stabbed directly with the tip of the sword hitting Feng Wen's neck. Feng Wen was defeated.

When one person leaves, someone else will naturally rush up, and the battle will go on one by one. When the swordsman fights to the fifth one, it is very likely that his spiritual energy is exhausted and cannot be replenished, and he will be defeated in the end.

However, according to the rules of the game, today's game adopts a points system. Defeating one player gets one point, and getting five points and successfully challenging five players can enter the top five in the group. This person should be considered to have crossed the line.

At this time, the new champion was showing off his power on the stage, with the posture of a superior.

Lin Fei decided to go on stage and teach this arrogance a lesson. At this moment, a figure flew onto the stage. This person was the eldest disciple of the leader of the Divine Fire Palace, named Duanmu Xing.

This person is covered in jewels and precious stones. My goodness, they should be adorned all the way to his toes.

There was no more talk, and he was too lazy to salute. Duanmu Xing exerted himself to the extreme as soon as he came on stage, and went straight to the opponent's throat with a move of breaking the waves and thousands of boats.

Lin Fei planned to enjoy the battle between the two sides.

Logically speaking, almost all the contestants who have reached this stage are monsters, and their cultivation levels are similar, so it is still worth watching."

What Lin Fei could not have imagined was that until now, there had not been a single game in this competition that had interested Lin Fei.

From the first move, it can be seen that although Duanmu's moves are simple and without any fancy moves, he is ruthless and his moves are just right. Unlike some cultivators who deliberately decorate their sword moves with gorgeousness, the advantage of this is that they can accurately control the spiritual energy without wasting it, which is conducive to supporting long-term combat.

At this moment, the two swords were inseparable once they were stuck together. Both sides had their own strengths in the circulation of spiritual energy. After fifty moves, their speed began to slow down. Lin Fei estimated that they had only used 30% of their spiritual energy. If they continued to fight at the previous speed, they would both be exhausted and fall on the ring.

It would be impossible to continue fighting.

A set of martial arts techniques can be used in a cycle, which is dozens of moves. If you use it again, a powerful person will be able to see through your moves and find a way to win, break your defense and defeat you.

Therefore, this is the reason why every cultivator generally practices several martial arts techniques.

Seeing that he did not defeat his opponent when he came on the field, Duanmu Xing changed his moves. His sword moves became feminine, and with every move, the sword seemed to penetrate from the deep tomb of ancient abyss. At this moment, the temperature on the ring suddenly began to drop, and the cold ancient wind blew on his opponent's body. The opponent only felt his body tighten, as if he was grabbed by a ghost and was being pulled into the ground.

The other party is not a pushover either. If you use shady tactics, then I will use drastic tactics. When Duanmu Feng's cold wind was about to sweep over him, a scorching sun suddenly rose up. This scorching sun was like breaking through the clouds in the vast starry sky, forcing Duanmu Feng's sweeping feminine sword energy back a dozen feet and firmly blocking it from moving forward.

The two immediately entered into a tug-of-war.

When the people below the ring saw this, some called them stupid. If they continued like this, both sides would suffer losses, which was a result that neither side of the contest wanted to see.

The moment the two forces of femininity and fiery collided, people began to hear the roar of thunder and lightning. At the same time, huge lightning began to appear at the junction and made an explosion sound, as if a storm was about to come.

At this moment, Lin Fei noticed a barely perceptible smile flash across Duanmu Xing's face.

"There's a ghost!"

Lin Fei quickly guessed the purpose of Duanmu Xing's smile.

Sure enough, when the opponent was trying his best to control the situation, Duanmu Xing suddenly disappeared.

As soon as Duanmu Xing left, the two forces lost balance. Lieyang lost his opposition and suddenly became manic, sweeping everything away.

Duanmu Xing didn't actually leave. He just turned to the opponent's right side at the moment of disappearance, before the opponent could react.

At this time, the opponent who lost his balance quickly gathered his energy. However, both of them were masters of the king realm. Although they had perfect control over spiritual energy, people could always be careless.

Moreover, a fight between masters often only takes a split second.

It was at this moment that Duanmu Xing seized the opportunity and used his Soul-Seeing Claw to stick firmly to the opponent's back.

The other party immediately felt the crisis, but unfortunately the opportunity had been lost.

Like a leech attached to a bone, a sword pressed coldly and firmly on the opponent's shoulder.

Duanmu Xing wins and gets one point.

Except for a few people who saw the moves of both sides clearly, most of the audience had no idea how Duanmu Xing suddenly appeared behind the other party.