National Martial Arts Tournament Four, Jiang Liu Begins His Sweep

Jiang Liu looked at the wooden strip in his hand, which was completely blank, and looked at Elder Nangong with a puzzled expression.

Elder Nangong explained, "Those who draw a blank spot will duel in the middle arena."

Since each small arena can only accommodate two teams for a duel, the extra team, Jiang Liu's team, can only be arranged to duel in the middle arena.

We've now reached the third draw, as the top fifty have already been determined.

Jiang Liu had no choice but to stay on the main stage and wait for the other lucky person to draw a blank wooden strip.

Jiang Liu didn't have to wait long before a burly, shirtless man remained on the main stage. Everyone else retreated, including Elder Nangong, who flew up to the stands.

Jiang Liu could tell from the man's bulging muscles that he possessed immense strength, and sure enough, the man leaped forward and threw a punch at Jiang Liu.

Jiang Liu also threw a punch on a whim, and then countered with his own fist. Before long, the sound of fists colliding echoed across the arena.

Soon, the burly man opposite him could not withstand Jiang Liu's heavy punches. Although he had great strength, he was only a ninth-rank man, and his strength was a whole realm lower than Jiang Liu's.

He was immediately overwhelmed by Jiang Liu's punches and lost his temper, admitting defeat and leaving the ring. Before leaving, he even announced his name: Zuo He of the Hundred Fists Gate.

After stepping off the stage, Jiang Liu began to observe the battles of the other martial artists.

Only then did they realize that the other four Minor Grandmaster martial artists had already won easily, and those still fighting were all peak ninth-rank martial artists.

Judging from their situation, it looks like a fight is brewing.

Jiang Liu saw Li Qiaoyun looking at the other person with a solemn expression, the long sword in her hand exuding a majestic aura.

Jiang Liu looked at her small face, then at the swordsmanship she was using. No matter how he looked at it, it felt awkward. He always felt that this swordsmanship would be better if a man used it.

This must be the original idea of the person who created this sword technique, so this sword technique is only suitable for passing on to men and not women? However, the Vast Righteous Qi Sword does match its name, exuding a righteous and upright aura, bright and clear, without any insidious or evil moves.

Li Qiaoyun also majored in the Vast Righteous Qi Art, which complements this sword technique; this is the advantage of having a family tradition of learning.

Jiang Liu had already met several martial artists who had mastered the family's traditional techniques and mental cultivation methods. However, although these martial artists advanced quickly in the early stages, they found it difficult to surpass their predecessors when they reached higher levels.

Even if one can cultivate to the highest level, one can only reach the height of the predecessors. If one wants to go further, one can only do so by integrating the strengths of various schools or by switching to other higher-level cultivation methods and mental techniques.

However, it's not so easy to switch cultivation after reaching a higher level, since no one can cultivate four rare attributes simultaneously like Jiang Liu.

Judging from the current situation, they can't even reach the level of their predecessors with their family's inherited techniques, let alone surpass them, so Jiang Liu was overthinking it.

Jiang Liu watched Li Qiaoyun for a while and felt that she should be able to defeat her opponent. He then turned to look at the arena where Wang Yisheng was fighting. Wang Yisheng had already used all his skills, but still hadn't been able to defeat his opponent.

Moreover, even the tip of his spear has been cut off and left on the stage by his opponent, which means that his move has probably been figured out.

Sure enough, it wasn't long before Wang Yisheng was knocked off the stage by his opponent in one move.

Blade Fiend happened to run into another swordsman from Horizontal Blade Cliff. Jiang Liu could tell that this swordsman was stronger than Mad Blade, and with a few quick attacks, he knocked Blade Fiend off the stage.

Xiahou Yi was in the last arena, and now he stepped onto the stage. As soon as he entered the arena, he used a strange movement technique. The colorful ribbon in his hand fluttered and brought up a strange wind, trying to confuse his opponent.

Unfortunately, the opponent was also a female martial artist. Immediately, two graceful figures flew up, down, left, and right on the arena, using their movement techniques to fight quickly, attracting the attention of many martial artists below the stage.

The two exchanged blows, neither gaining the upper hand. Then, the female warrior opposite her pulled out a lotus-shaped throwing dart and flung it at Xiahou Yi. She then closed in, striking Xiahou Yi with a palm strike.

The lotus-shaped darts changed their trajectory as they hurtled towards Xiahou Yi. Not to be outdone, Xiahou Yi flicked his hands, sending out two acupuncture needles.

Immediately, a series of "ding-ding-ding!" sounds rang out from the arena.

Xiahou Yi also met the female warrior's attack head-on with a palm strike. "Ah!" The female warrior screamed in pain as her right palm quickly swelled up.

It turned out that Xiahou Yi had a fine needle hidden in his palm, and the needle was obviously poisoned.

Elder Nangong, who was on the stands, immediately flew onto the arena. He tapped the female warrior's blood and qi with his right hand, then turned to Xiahou Yi and said, "Take out the antidote, and you win this match."

Xiahou Yi didn't say anything, simply tossed the antidote to Elder Nangong and turned to leave the arena.

Jiang Liu watched Xiahou Yi fly off the stage and thought to himself, "Next time I face her, I absolutely cannot give her a chance to make a move. I'll just blast her off the stage."

Before long, all the matches on the arena were over, and the top twenty-five were determined.

Elder Nangong leaped onto the grand arena and announced in a loud voice, "Now we will begin the one-on-one battles. The winner will get one point, and the loser will get no points. The one with the highest score will be ranked first."

"After each match, you can choose to rest or continue playing. Now, everyone come up and draw lots to determine the order."

The remaining twenty-five warriors all went up onto the arena to draw lots.

When it was Jiang Liu's turn, Jiang Liu reached into the box, took it out, and exclaimed, "Hey! There's just one dent! Okay, I'll go straight to the first spot!"

Jiang Liu showed his lot to Elder Nangong nodded. Jiang Liu then stood on the arena waiting for the draw to be completed.

Soon, the draw was over. Everyone on the stage left, leaving only Jiang Liu and a young martial artist in white robes.

Jiang Liu looked at the young martial artist opposite him and seriously doubted whether the man was even over thirty. He looked at least fifty, and he was dressed in white trying to look dashing. Was this guy a little too narcissistic?

The other party bowed to Jiang Liu and said, "I am He Baiqi of the White Saint Society. Please enlighten me."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Liu exclaimed, "Hey! This is White Saint Society!" Jiang Liu returned the greeting and said, "I am Jiang Liu, please enlighten me."

Upon hearing this, He Baiqi's face immediately showed a strange expression as he looked Jiang Liu up and down.

Jiang Liu didn't care what he was thinking and immediately unleashed an Extreme Fist, throwing a punch at He Baiqi. He Baiqi, not to be outdone, also threw a punch at Jiang Liu.

"Bang!" The two fists collided, and He Baiqi was blasted backward.

Jiang Liu followed closely, taking a step forward and unleashing another Extreme Fist at He Baiqi.

He Baiqi was forced to retreat repeatedly by Jiang Liu's attack, and before He Baiqi could even react, Jiang Liu punched him off the stage.

The young martial artists below the stage watched as He Baiqi was utterly overwhelmed by Jiang Liu's punches, unable to retaliate. They couldn't help but feel a chill; could they possibly defeat Jiang Liu?