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"Number 32."
Duan Lingtian answered.
The middle-aged man nodded, then looked around, and his voice came out, "Where is the owner of token No. 31?"
As the middle-aged man spoke, there was an uproar in the lower-class audience.
"Is there anyone who won't play?"
"It's okay to go on the field and admit defeat."
"That's right! Moreover, since No. 32 is so young, he might be a 'soft persimmon'."
…
Many viewers were talking a lot.
Whoosh!
At this moment, a young man wearing the uniform of a prisoner's arena staff flew through the air and arrived at the middle-aged man's side in the blink of an eye.
"Sir, there is a young talent from the Blackstone Empire who has temporarily left... The representative of the Blackstone Empire drew a numbered token on his behalf, which is 'No. 31'."
The young man explained why.
The middle-aged man suddenly realized, and immediately looked at Duan Lingtian, "No. 32, since the owner of the token No. 31 is not here, you will get a bye in this round."
Duan Lingtian, who had been prepared for this, was not surprised and flew away directly.
Now, a group of spectators in the lower auditorium understood what was going on.
"So that's it!"
"This young man is very lucky."
"Yeah... otherwise, given his age, he might be eliminated in the first game. It's better now, he will advance directly with a bye."
…
Many viewers commented.
In words, he didn't think Duan Lingtian was very strong, he just felt that Duan Lingtian was very lucky.
When Duan Lingtian returned, the young man in white spoke again, "The martial arts competition begins!"
Immediately afterwards, the other eighteen young talents started fighting fiercely.
Some people admit defeat, and some people fight to death.
"Brother Duan actually got a bye? What a blessing."
In the upper-class auditorium, Feng Tianwu's pretty face was full of surprise.
"Little Miss Fushu.com, Brother Duan, this may not be luck."
Kong Lao shook his head.
As an inscription master, he was naturally aware of Duan Lingtian's impressive methods of controlling mental power, and he vaguely guessed that Duan Lingtian did all this intentionally.
"Um?"
Feng Tianwu looked puzzled and looked at Kong Lao doubtfully.
"Little Miss Fushu.com, don't forget...Brother Lingtian is also an outstanding 'inscription master'. As an outstanding inscription master, with his mental power, he can easily see through those marking orders in advance. The 'understanding' of the cards, so as to select the tokens you want."
Kong Lao explained slowly.
"Grandpa Kong, you mean...Brother Duan deliberately selected the token that allows for a bye to advance?"
Feng Tianwu was not stupid, and after Kong Lao's reminder, he came to his senses.
Kong Lao nodded.
Duan Lingtian naturally didn't know that his little trick had been discovered by Kong Lao.
Now, he returned to sit next to Su Li and looked quietly at the sky above the battlefield.
There, there were three groups of six young talents fighting fiercely.
These young talents are trying their best to win one of the last thirty places in the first stage of today's 'Dynasty Martial Arts Competition'.
boom!
Soon, a young talent was seriously injured, and his opponent achieved the final victory.
Buzz!
After a while, another young talent was killed and became a stepping stone for his opponent.
For a time, only the last two people were still fighting fiercely.
The two have always been evenly matched, with no winner in sight.
However, now, only the two of them were left dueling in the sky above the Prison Arena. The surroundings were silent, which also gave them a strange sensory experience.
After a while, one of them became distracted.
The result of being distracted before the battle is to be defeated cleanly by another person.
By this time, ten more owners of tokens No. 21 to No. 40 had advanced.
The dynasty martial arts competition is still going on...
And the young talents from the Blackstone Empire also came on stage one by one.
Soon, Long Yun also came on stage.
Long Yun's opponent was a young talent whose face always had a hint of arrogance.
This young talent, when he saw Long Yun for the first time, said boldly: "Boy, I think you are only in your early thirties, right? If you are wise, you should admit defeat and go home to drink milk!"
The young talent's voice was loud and spread throughout the quiet prison arena.
Suddenly, all the strange looks from the people present fell on Long Yun.
"It seems that this person's opponent is pretty good..."
"This can be seen from his arrogant words. If you don't have two brushes, how dare you humiliate people like this?"
"However, this person is indeed a few years younger than his opponent."
"I have to say that he has good concentration and his face remains calm even now."
…
A group of spectators in the lower auditorium were talking a lot.
Many people even admire Long Yun's determination.
Only in the medium auditorium where Duan Lingtian and others were, the atmosphere was different.
Almost everyone in this medium-sized auditorium had witnessed Long Yun's strength with their own eyes.
Entering the seventh level of the virtual realm!
The artistic conception of the Sevenfold Sword!
So far, among the young talents from the major empires, there have been no warriors above the seventh level of the Void Realm, nor have there been any warriors who have understood the 'seventh level of artistic conception'.
It can be said that Long Yun is the strongest among the young talents currently playing.
However, this fact is only known to the people in the auditorium where Duan Lingtian is now.
As for Long Yun's opponent, he was obviously someone from another audience. He had not noticed that Long Yun had shown the strength of the seventh level of the virtual realm, crushing Mo Xuan who was at the fifth level of the virtual realm, and forced him to A scene where Mo Xuan gave up participating in the 'Dynasty Martial Arts Competition'.
For a moment, everyone in the auditorium looked at Long Yun's opponent with pity.
Although, Long Yun acted very calmly now, as if he didn't hear his opponent's humiliation.
However, they can realize it.
Long Yun's heart was probably full of anger...
Just waiting for an opportunity to start a prairie fire with anger!
"I just hope that you have a strong mouth and are not weak in strength... You must not be unable to take one of my sword blows."
Long Yun looked at his opponent and said calmly.
"joke!"
But Long Yun's opponent snorted disdainfully, and immediately his body began to be filled with majestic energy.
Wow!
Above the void, the shadow of eight ancient horned dragons condensed and formed, showing his cultivation.
"Entering the Sixth Level of the Void Realm!"
Immediately, both the audience in the lower-class auditorium and many representatives of the empire and young talents in the middle-class auditorium exclaimed.
You must know that before this, there was only one young talent who entered the sixth level of the virtual realm.
And that young talent defeated his opponent with just one move and successfully advanced.
"No wonder he was so arrogant just now, and he didn't hesitate to humiliate his opponent... It turns out that he is actually a 'sixth level warrior in the virtual realm'."
"The sixth-level warriors of the Void Realm are already considered rare and powerful in today's 'Dynasty Martial Competition'... In fact, it is almost a certainty to get one of the last thirty places. ."
"His opponent, if he doesn't admit defeat at this time, he will be in trouble if he really takes action later."
"I think his opponent will throw in the towel right away."
…
Many people in the lower-class auditorium and the middle-class auditorium were whispering and couldn't help but speculate.
Unfortunately, they soon realized that they had not guessed correctly.
Facing the opponent's display of cultivation, Long Yun's expression did not change. He stood in the same spot in the air, motionless as a mountain, with no intention of admitting defeat.
"The martial arts competition begins!"
At this moment, the young man in white spoke.
However, at this moment, the other eighteen young talents rarely took action.
Their eyes fell on Long Yun and Long Yun's opponents.
"Boy, since you don't admit defeat... then I will send you to hell now!"
Long Yun's opponent had an arrogant smile on his face, and with a movement of his body, his whole body seemed to turn into a gust of wind, sweeping towards Long Yun.
Above the void, ten phantoms of ancient horned dragons were added again...
Whoosh!
The fifth-grade spiritual weapon used by Long Yun's opponent was a rare giant hammer. The giant hammer pierced through the air and flew out quickly, like a flying cannonball, as if it carried unparalleled divine power.
boom!
The giant hammer hit Long Yun, as if he wanted to smash Long Yun into a meat pie.
"Long Yun is about to take action."
Su Li said to Duan Lingtian.
Duan Lingtian nodded, and he also saw the slight movement of Long Yun's hand...
"They are not on the same level at all."
Duan Lingtian shook his head.
In his opinion, there was no suspense in the battle before him.
However, not everyone had the same idea as Duan Lingtian. Many people felt that Long Yun would inevitably die.
"Now, even if he wants to admit defeat, it's too late."
"Sometimes, pride can kill people!"
…
Many people shook their heads, and some of them couldn't help but close their eyes.
“It’s not certain who will go to hell.”
Suddenly, Long Yun's cold voice came out.
Just when most people were stunned.
Long Yun moved.
Buzz!
The vitality of Long Yun's body surged instantly. The next moment, his whole body seemed to form a giant knife, which shot out of the air and easily got rid of the opponent's hammer.
"die!"
Then, with Long Yun's soft drink, he was already above his opponent's head.
Buzz!
The spiritual sword that appeared in Long Yun's hand at some unknown moment instantly emitted an extremely sharp blade, and fell on the opponent's head with a fierce force.
Click!
Long Yun's opponent was cut into two pieces from top to bottom by his sword, and blood splashed out all over the sky.
"snort!"
At this moment, the young man in white who was responsible for hosting the 'Dynasty Martial Competition' hummed lowly, and when he raised his hand, the wind roared in his palm, carrying an astonishing heat wave.
But it was the Yuan Power that filled the sky, carrying the powerful conception of fire, that swept out through the air, burning the remains of Long Yun's opponent and the blood that filled the sky to ashes.
The young man in white took action, as fast as lightning, and the shadow of the ancient horned dragon in the void above his head dispersed before it had time to solidify.
"Enter the ninth level of the virtual realm? The artistic conception of the ninth level of fire?"
Looking at the young man in white, Duan Lingtian couldn't help but take a breath of air.
"If nothing unexpected happens, he will probably be one of the young talents in tomorrow's 'Dynasty Martial Arts Competition'."
Duan Lingtian secretly guessed.
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