Dong Fei was hit and collapsed to the ground. This result was unexpected by everyone, but although it was unexpected, it was also reasonable.
Even though that magic weapon had removed most of the power of Yang An's fist, the remaining power was far beyond what a legal practitioner like Dong Fei could bear.
On the other side, Yang An's situation is not optimistic either. The force of that punch was completely rebounded back to him. The power of the fist that carried most of his strength must not be underestimated. In other words, the body is very strong. , so he didn’t die under his own fist on the spot.
"What do you think Dong Fei is doing? Even if he has a magic weapon close by, he can't go up to him head-on so recklessly?"
"Senior Brother Dong is taking this ridiculous step..."
"Looking at this situation, both sides probably don't have the energy to fight anymore, right? Is this considered a draw?"
"I don't know~"
Although Yang An only knelt down on one knee, which seemed to cause less damage, Dong Fei flew out and collapsed to the ground, suffering more serious injuries.
But in fact, it was just the opposite. The violent impact Yang An was experiencing inside his body was far more serious than the injuries suffered by Dong Fei. He vomited blood repeatedly, all due to internal reasons, and the external injuries were not very obvious.
And Dong Fei just couldn't withstand the impact of the fist wind. After all, the physical strength of the foundation-building monk was not low.
In this game, the outcome is beyond doubt.
Sure enough, when the referee counted to three, Dang Fei moved his fingers. When he counted to six, Dong Fei had opened his eyes. When he counted to nine, he had already struggled to get up from the ground.
The battle continues.
"I really underestimate your fist~"
Dong Zhuo stood up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and raised his finger provocatively at Yang An, signaling him to continue.
Yan Su frowned in the audience. If she were on the stage, she would have rushed forward to fight to the death. She also thought the same about Yang An.
However, what she didn't expect was that Yang An actually gave up.
"I surrender!"
Yang An knelt down on one knee, covering his chest with his right hand, and said with great difficulty.
The referee looked at him and knew that he could not continue. While announcing Dong Fei as the winner, he sent someone to carry Yang An down for treatment.
Dong Fei looked at Yang An being carried down, spat a mouthful of blood on the ground, and muttered:
"It's nothing more than that."
After that, he left the venue surrounded by his fellow disciples.
Although there is no doubt that Dong Fei won this match, everyone's impression of him was not very good.
Everyone now understood why Dang Fei overestimated his ability and used fists to fight with the opponent in the beginning, in order to defeat the opponent's proudest aspect and insult him. From the beginning, Dang Fei looked down on Yang An, so he Will use this method.
His actions inadvertently caused a wave of hatred. After all, everyone was not a fool. Yang An's fellow disciples looked at Dong Fei's leaving back and their teeth were itching with hatred, but there was nothing they could do.
Although Yan Su was also very angry at what he did, she quickly suppressed it. She was just a spectator. There were a lot of things like this in the world of immortality. There were even worse things than this. You have to get used to it after eating breakfast.
Perhaps it was because he saw himself in Yang An from his previous life that Yan Su felt so empathetic.
Soon, about half an hour later, the second round of fighting began.
The sect competition is divided into five venues, namely A, B, C, and D. Yan Xun was assigned to C on the first day, and her first game happened to be the second round.
"The second game is between Yan Xun, who is in the middle stage of Tianmu Sect's foundation building, versus Ling Yin, who is in the early stage of Cangyue Sect's foundation building."
Just like the first game, both sides bowed to each other according to the rules and then entered a state of preparation for war.
Yan Xun launched an attack on the opponent from the beginning. She first tentatively formed a dozen extremely sharp ice picks out of thin air and attacked directly in the direction of Ling Yin.
After Ling Yin dodged in embarrassment, she stretched her hands forward. Yan Xun's eyes suddenly appeared in front of Yan Xun's eyes, thick vines with spikes that were ten feet high. Under Ling Yin's control, they were as flexible as her arms and chased Yan Xun. Nettle.
After Yan Xun dodged the thorn of the vines again, he quickly pinched the hand with both hands, and an ice sealing technique was cast on the entire battle stage as soon as Yan Su finished speaking. Ling Yin's hands were the first to start. Freeze, then the head, then the body, and finally spread throughout the fighting platform.
The strong cold air spread through the barrier to the people in the audience. Even though they knew that the cold air would not really pass through the barrier, they still subconsciously felt cold when they saw the ice and snow in the battle field.
The referee counted to ten and after confirming that Ling Yin could not come out on his own, he quickly declared Yan Xun the winner, and then hurriedly cast a spell to unlock the ice spell on Ling Yin. Ling Yin escaped from the ice, sneezed, and shivered with cold. , with the help of fellow sisters, he got off the stage.
The rest of the battle was the same as before. There was nothing overly exciting. The only thing worth watching was Yan Xun facing a monk of the same realm. This time he used a magic sword instead of an ice spell. The result was that in a few breaths, he quickly The battle ended, and the opponent was frightened by the sharp sword on his neck and shouted to admit defeat.
On the first day of the competition, Yan Su only watched the battle in Bing, but she still heard a little bit about some exciting battles and outstanding people in other venues.
For example, a music cultivator from Adi relied on a chilling song and turned the music into a killing weapon. He cut hundreds of blood marks on the opponent's body, and finally surrendered in embarrassment.
Although this man used different songs in the two games, he turned the sound into a weapon and caused serious physical damage to his opponent.
In addition, there are many outstanding people who stand out in both Yi and Wu.
Not surprisingly, those who excelled on the first day were the ones who stayed until the final decisive moment.
There were 2,302 sects of all sizes participating in this sect competition, and the number of participants was as high as 6,000.
The sect competition lasted for thirteen days. According to the results of the draw, some people directly skipped the first stage and came to the second stage.
There are three types of sect competitions. The first to seventh days are one-on-one competitions, the eighth to tenth days are a grand brawl, and finally, the eleventh to thirteenth days are , these three days are the final stage of winning for the winners who stayed from the previous ten days, taking turns to compete.
Luck and strength are both indispensable in the journey of cultivating immortality.
Although this arrangement is not perfect and fair enough, it greatly reduces the time of the competition. Each competition consumes a lot of material, financial, energy and spiritual energy of a place, and it is impossible to support so many people competing for a long time.
Therefore, this arrangement is the result of unanimous discussion and final decision.
