The ensuing battle no longer had the ups and downs of the previous one. Although the children on stage all had the strength of eight- and nine-star warriors, they were still much weaker than before. They were equally powerful and geniuses. The children couldn't help cheering when they clashed again and again, and the martial arts arena was still bustling with activity. But in the eyes of those strong men in front of the players' seats, they no longer had any fighting spirit.
Zhang Shaojie's voice came out loudly and reached every corner of the martial arts arena.
"This is the end of the arena competition. The competition for ranking will begin tomorrow. Those at the bottom can start the challenge first. If they fail, the challenge will end."
The battle came as scheduled on the second day, and it still started at Chen hour. The tens of thousands of people in the spectator seats were all packed. There were not only students from the First Martial Arts Academy, but also many instructors, and even many people wearing robes. Young mage. The First Magic Academy does not have a year-end martial arts competition or a ranking competition, so when this final battle begins, they will also come to watch the battle and fight with themselves to confirm each other's learning.
Yudie and Sun Wan, who were wearing green clothes and ponytails, also came to the martial arts arena early and found a front seat. They didn't watch the previous battle, but they also heard that Yiran showed the momentum of a great warrior and scored. However, he came to watch the battle but did not contact Yiran in advance for fear of affecting Yiran's normal practice. However, when Yiran stepped into the martial arts arena and her senses came out a little, she felt the familiar aura of Yudie and smiled and nodded towards her. Yudie was also smiling, raising her arms and waving.
It was completely different from the expected fierce battle. The battle was not at all competitive. I had already made a judgment about my strength ranking in my mind. What was really unclear was the comparison with the children in other grades. No one will presume to challenge those who are ranked too high. It is meaningless. As long as you lose one battle, there will be no chance of fighting. In order to strive for a higher ranking, the target will only be those with similar cultivation levels.
The eyes of those at the bottom were all aimed at the two fourth graders. Those two were already at the top of their talent list. However, they had lost one or two years of practice time, and their current cultivation level was no more than the eighth-star level. In another year, They are unlikely to be able to step into the Great Samurai and have the ability to compete in the top ten, but they are still far behind.
Before you step into a great samurai, you cannot be ranked too high. Although the gap between a great warrior and a samurai is not as exaggerated as a warrior to a samurai, it is still a gap that can be crossed without any difficulty.
Therefore, when the selection for the 100th seat began, his first target was the weaker fourth grader. He is a nine-star warrior, and the boy in the fourth grade has only eight stars, so the final result is not difficult to predict. He suddenly went from 100 seats to 74 seats, and the child in the fourth grade postponed it to 75 seats, and then continued to challenge the new 100 seats.
The battles continued, with some successfully challenging and moving forward, while others failing to challenge remained unchanged. After nineteen battles, only two battle challenges failed. In ten of these nineteen battles, the targets were the two fourth-grade children. This made the two people's faces darken. It was obvious that both of them were treated as soft persimmons.
For the remaining nine games, there are also about 70 people selected. Their strength is between eight and nine stars. The gap is not too big. However, Yi Ran, who is ranked in the 81st seat, has been postponed to the 98th seat. seats. The two fourth graders were ranked at seats 91 and 89. When it was their turn to choose someone to challenge, there were actually no suitable candidates.
When Yiran walked onto the stage, the audience screamed and applauded, and Yudie's pretty face turned red with excitement. Sun Wan on the side also nodded silently with a smile on her lips. She had witnessed the growth of two monsters from school to one year, and even followed one monster. She couldn't help but look back at Yudie beside her, and at the seven silver stars on the collar of her robe. More than a month after returning from the border, her strength broke through again.
Everyone is very curious as to who Yiran will choose to challenge. The strength of the three-star warrior that broke out last time is definitely qualified to challenge for the top thirty seats. Then will he choose the top thirty, the top twenty, or directly challenge the top ten?
Yiran walked to the center of the martial arts stage and looked at the ninety-nine people in the contestants' seats, with the smile that had never changed on his lips. His eyes swept across the ninety-nine young faces, and the eyes of the young man who looked at Yi Ran were filled with fighting intent.
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, only a few people showed a little nervous look.
After scanning everyone's faces, Yiran chose his opponent, Wang Yuanqing, who was ranked tenth.
Wang Yuanqing's face, which was extremely dark and had two scars, instantly became ugly and his muscles twitched slightly. There were traces of murderous intent exuding from his body, like a demon walking in someone else's house.
He chose himself as the tenth place instead of moving forward. Do you think he looks down on himself, a great warrior, so much? If he directly challenged the top ranked winner, there would be nothing to say about the postponement of the seat. He chose the tenth one, which made Wang Yuanqing feel that he was underestimated. This was what made him most angry, but in fact Wang Yuanqing did not He is an extremely bold and informal person.
Then Wang Yuanqing slowly stood up, a violent aura suddenly emanated from him, and then slowly walked onto the martial arts stage. When he walked to the center of the stage, his aura had reached its peak. This kind of momentum alone is enough to make the teenagers at the bottom of the rankings feel irresistible, making them unable to have the slightest desire to fight. This kind of aura can only be sharpened through endless killings and battles.
Wang Yuanqing did not have much family support behind him, so he lived in the World of Warcraft Forest all year round. Everything he has now depends on his hard work, and in this last ranking competition, he has to prove himself even more, so that he can take a few steps forward in his ranking and compete for the top three.
When his aura reached its peak, all the powerful men present knew that his cultivation had reached the level of a five-star warrior. He has the same cultivation level as Li Ba, who is ranked fourth, and is only one star behind Song Hao, who is ranked first.
Yiran and Wang Yuanqing stood twenty feet apart. Before they could clasp their fists and salute, Wang Yuanqing's angry voice came. "If you think you are looking down on me when I am on the tenth photo shoot, then I will definitely let you lie in bed for two or three days. If you are just trying to impress people and are weak, then I will have to teach you a lesson. Take ten and a half days to reflect carefully."
Then Wang Yuanqing suppressed his anger and suddenly laughed boldly.
"Hey, hey, hey, but if you really have the strength to compete with me, then I admire you from the bottom of my heart. A first-year student has such strength, I estimate that no one will be able to shake you in the next five years. status."
Before Yiran could respond, Wang Yuanqing's smile gradually stopped and he whispered.
"Fight!"
Facing such an arrogant and heroic opponent, the only way to gain his recognition was through strength. Yiran immediately responded with fists clasped, "Fight!" A huge momentum swept out in an instant, suppressing the earth and shaking and shocking people. He was not inferior to Wang Yuanqing.
At this moment, the whole place fell into silence again, and everyone was speechless. A fourteen-year-old five-star warrior in the first grade? No one doubts his own eyes and feelings. Even those people who were familiar with Yi Ran not only looked strange, but also felt helpless. It's just that a few of them are used to Yiran's behavior of suppressing his own cultivation. So far, they seem to have never seen Yiran explode with all his strength.
Only Old God Huang Zhan was present in the audience. He could clearly see the pinnacle battle under Guzhen. The strength shown now was only the tip of the iceberg. What's more, Yiran has improved a lot after being back for more than a month. After all, the practice of such a monster is always difficult to treat according to common sense. Just the sword skills Yiran performed showed how terrifying Yiran's improvement was.
Two more instructors couldn't sit still and left the martial arts arena one after another, with hurried expressions and a slightly strange look in their eyes.
Wang Yuanqing grinned when he saw Yiran erupting with an aura that was not inferior to his own. A spear appeared in his hand and rushed towards Yiran. The tip of the spear drew a mark on the ground and sparks shot out. He shouted, "The name of a gun means a hundred battles. Look at the gun."
Looking at Wang Yuanqing who was rushing towards him, Yiran clenched his sword with a solemn expression, no longer as relaxed as he had been when he was fighting. The left hand clenches a fist, and the right hand holds a long sword in front of the chest.
Just when the distance between the two was only two feet, Wang Yuanqing fired the "Shocking Spear".
I saw Wang Yuanqing's figure as graceful as a giant. There were no muscles in his dark arms, but he was holding a gun with one hand as steady as a rock. He could fire hundreds of shots with one shot, and the gun was like lightning. His speed was extremely fast, and it was so fast that in an instant. Hundreds of shots were fired.
Seeing the situation, Yi Ran used the star-cutting technique he had just practiced.
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Sword, the wind of the sword rises and the sword radiates in all directions. It is also a star-cutting sword that is famous for its speed. It is also a hundred swords in an instant, and the sword cuts on the tip of the spear.
In an instant of collision, the two of them took three steps back at the same time, creating a distance of five feet.
Wang Yuanqing knew from the first day of the fight that Yiran's strength was definitely not weaker than his own, but his subsequent moves meant that there was no winner in the collision. In this case, Wang Yuanqing no longer worried about anything, and the smile on his face became more heroic.
He shouted softly, "Jinghong rises!"
Wang Yuanqing controlled the spear with skillful hands, and the spear flew in the air as if it was alive. Lift the end of the piercing spear lightly, and it becomes a lower wall. When the sweeping shot was directed at Yiran, it turned into a stab when pushed forward. Under Wang Yuanqing's control, the spear was more like a living creature that had a clear connection with him.
His body shape is like a thunderous dragon, and his spear is even more like a thunderous dragon! Only Wang Yuanqing's dark skin made him look less beautiful.
Facing such a gorgeous and powerful attack, Yi Ran stepped on the Seven Stars and moved continuously while holding the Star-Severing Sword in his hand. The sword and the gun collided, splashing countless sparks in the air.
"Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding."
In a few breaths, the weapons in the hands of the two men have collided hundreds of times. Few people on the viewing platform can clearly see the speed of the two men's shots. Only the sound of the weapons colliding can judge the number of times the two have fought.
The speed of the spear in Wang Yuanqing's hand was extremely fast, and its strength was not weak. But he suddenly changed his moves and roared "Jinghong Destroy". The power was already astonishing, and at this moment, Wang Yuanqing's momentum could be felt gathering towards the spear.
As a spear was thrust out, Wang Yuanqing roared again, "A hundred battles, break!"
Wang Yuanqing's whole momentum was condensed, and it was wrapped with a sharp edge that was difficult to look at. It was like a finger from a god descending from the earth, piercing Yiran's short body.
At this moment, the sky and the earth were dimmed, and the ghosts and gods were wailing. The shot sharpened from the blood locked Yiran's energy, making it difficult for Yiran to dodge and had to resist forcefully.
This shot made Song Hao and Li Ba look askance at it, and they realized that Wang Yuanqing had hidden almost half of his strength in Huiwu. Even Li Ba didn't dare to say that he could take this shot steadily without being injured. How should Yi Ran respond on the stage?
Facing such a shot, Yiran's true energy surged, and if you want to fight, then fight!
The sword beam spurted out from the long sword, slashing at the oncoming spear, the Star-cutting Sword! If I have a sword in my hand, I can cut down the stars. If you point your finger like a god, I will cut down the god.
In the midst of everyone's attention, the two men's attacks finally came down, making a violent roar. The special ground beneath their feet exploded instantly, raising dust and covering the two of them. This is the first time that the metallic luster of the ground has been so damaged, which shows how powerful this move of the two is. If the two of them attacked the martial arts stage, the entire martial arts stage would be completely destroyed under this attack.
However, the next moment, Yiran's figure ejected from the smoke and dust, with a stooped figure and a long sword leaning on the ground, her hair shawl. The tiger's mouth was even more split open, and blood dripped down the hilt of the sword.
This was the first time that Li Yiyi and Ma Mingyao's classmates saw Yiran in such a miserable state. They couldn't help but clenched their fists and the corners of their mouths moved but they couldn't say a word.
Just when the smoke and dust caused by the collision dispersed, Wang Yuanqing's figure finally emerged. He was seen kneeling on one knee, with a very long wound on his abdomen, blood flowing, and a section of the spear in his hand was broken.
Star-cutting sword, cut off the spear with one sword!
When Yiran stood up slowly, Wang Yuanqing, who was kneeling on one knee, finally fell down and found it difficult to get up again.
"Yi Ran wins! Occupy the tenth seat." Zhang Shaojie's voice was filled with excitement. For the first time he hosted this ranking match as a mentor, he witnessed an unimaginable historical moment.
The atmosphere in the entire martial arts arena exploded instantly. No one could restrain their inner excitement and waved their hands in disbelief. Some even hugged their friends and jumped happily. They were the audience who witnessed the historic scene, and Yiran slowly rose in their eyes like a bright star, dazzling.
But they didn't know that Yiran was already a bright moon, and many geniuses were just stars, and it would be difficult for them to compete with Yiran for a glimmer of light.
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