While Jiang Liu was focused on dealing with Tie Sanqian, the Grandmaster deep in the mountains finally emerged one after another.
When Old Man Luo returned, he saw Jiang Liu standing on the arena, calmly waiting for his opponent to make the first move. He couldn't help but nod, thinking to himself, "This kid is alright; he didn't bully anyone just because he's higher level."
But the next moment, Jiang Liu, relying on his higher level of strength, directly cleaved his opponent off the stage with a single strike.
Old Man Luo looked at Jiang Liu with a mixture of amusement and exasperation, but inwardly he couldn't help but admire him. Soon it would be a chaotic world, and no one would care about so many rules anymore.
"Number 15, continue!" Elder Nangong shouted.
The Grandmaster below the stage all watched Jiang Liu on the arena with great interest. They already knew from their juniors that Jiang Liu had defeated fourteen young martial artists in a row on the stage.
This is not something an ordinary person can do. Although the real purpose of this Martial Arts Tournament is something else, those who can participate in this Martial Arts Tournament are all elite geniuses from various states. This is not fake.
The Buddha leaped onto the arena and bowed to Jiang Liu, saying, "Benefactor, how have you been?"
Jiang Liu returned the greeting and said, "Master, how have you been? It's getting late, let's begin!"
The Buddha made a gesture of invitation.
Jiang Liu unleashed an Extreme Fist at the Buddha, sending a gust of energy through the air towards Buddha.
The Buddha retaliated with a demon-subduing fist, and the two fist gusts collided in mid-air with a loud "bang!"
Jiang Liu took six steps forward, unleashing a powerful aura of the Eight Steps of Trampling towards the Buddha.
The Buddha seemed oblivious, continuing to hurl a punch at the Jiang Liu.
Jiang Liu retaliated directly with his fists.
Instantly, fist shadows overlapped on the arena, and energy surged as the two exchanged blows.
The two exchanged more than a dozen punches on the ring. Suddenly, Jiang Liu changed his move, opening his left hand and making a grabbing motion. A pulling force appeared, and the Buddha was just about to throw a punch at Jiang Liu.
Suddenly, the Buddha was pulled forward by Jiang Liu and staggered, Jiang Liu's right fist already waiting in front of him.
With a loud "thud!", Jiang Liu's fist seemed to have struck an impenetrable wall.
However, the Buddha's figure was also forced back by the blast. Jiang Liu raised his fist and rushed forward, continuously striking the Buddha.
The Buddha was forced to retreat rapidly by the blast, desperately retaliating with his fists. Jiang Liu flashed his feet, relentlessly pursuing and attacking the Buddha.
Before long, the Buddha reached the edge of the arena. Jiang Liu released his Divine Sense to envelop the Buddha, and with Annihilation by Thought, the Buddha was visibly stunned for a moment before being blasted off the arena by Jiang Liu.
The Buddha stepped off the stage, still looking bewildered. He had just felt as if something had bitten his Divine Sense, and then he regained consciousness, but he had been blasted off the stage.
Jiang Liu stood on the arena, panting heavily. This battle was the most tiring he had ever fought on this stage. He had to use all his strength to knock the Buddha off the stage.
If it were a life-or-death battle between the two, it would probably take a long time to determine a winner. Jiang Liu couldn't help but admire the Buddha's profound power.
Jiang Liu gestured to Elder Nangong and then turned and stepped off the arena. He urgently needed to rest, not only to recover his physical strength and energy, but also his mental strength.
Seeing Jiang Liu step down from the arena, Elder Nangong announced loudly, "Number two and three, continue."
Not long after, He Baiqi and Pan Yunyue stepped onto the arena.
Looking at Pan Yunyue's beautiful face, He Baiqi immediately smiled confidently and bowed, saying, "I am He Baiqi of the White Saint Society. Please enlighten me."
Pan Yunyue coldly replied, "Moonfall Sect, Pan Yunyue," and then drew her longsword and thrust it at He Baiqi.
He Baiqi drew his sword and retaliated. Soon, the two began to fight, sword to sword, with He Baiqi displaying his skills like a peacock spreading its tail.
Pan Yunyue smiled sweetly at He Baiqi's reaction was a beat too slow. Before he knew it, his arm was stabbed by a sword.
He Baiqi looked at Pan Yunyue with tears in his eyes on the stage, but Pan Yunyue ignored him and kicked He Baiqi off the stage.
"Number Four, continue." Elder Nangong ignored He Baiqi completely; she couldn't stand this kind of dissolute young man.
Li Fei jumped directly onto the arena and immediately slashed at Pan Yunyue with his sword.
Pan Yunyue was caught off guard by Li Fei's attack and immediately tried to use the same trick again. Li Fei ignored her and launched a series of rapid sword attacks, quickly knocking Pan Yunyue off the stage. It is estimated that Pan Yunyue's previous injuries had not yet healed.
Before Elder Nangong could call out his name, Wang Bohe jumped onto the arena.
Wang Bohe jumped onto the stage, greeted Li Fei politely, and the two were probably old acquaintances. After exchanging a few blows with Li Fei, Wang Bohe jumped off the stage and admitted defeat.
Li Fei then followed him off the stage. He had no interest in fighting on the stage forever, probably considering his own strength.
"Number six, number seven, continue."
Then, Ji Yun and Zhang Bailu jumped onto the arena together, and immediately launched an attack once they were on the stage.
Since Ji Yun's longsword had been broken by Jiang Liu, and she now had no suitable weapon, Zhang Bailu had a huge advantage.
Soon, Zhang Bailu used the iron umbrella's unpredictable and varied attacks to knock Ji Yun off the stage. After leaving the stage, Ji Yun glared fiercely at Jiang Liu.
Ji Xingfeng's gaze flickered as he looked at Zhang Bailu, seemingly lost in thought.
Mo Xiang then jumped onto the arena. This time, Zhang Bailu met her match and was quickly swept off the arena by Mo Xiang's dual attacks of mental and physical energy.
"Number Nine, continue." Elder Nangong called out loudly when he saw that Mo Xiang had no intention of stepping down.
Pan Yue, carrying a large sword, jumped onto the arena with a "thud!"
As soon as Pan Yue stepped onto the stage, he immediately drew his broadsword and began slashing wildly.
Mo Xiang was immediately thrown into a panic by the attacks, and before long, Pan Yue slapped him down with his sword.
Before Elder Nangong could announce his name, Wu Xuan jumped onto the arena himself.
Wu Xuan and Pan Yue got into a fighting stance and started fighting. The two fought more and more fiercely, but in the end Wu Xuan won by half a move and forced Pan Yue off the stage.
Then, Qing Xuanzi from the Daoist sect leaped onto the arena.
As soon as Qing Xuanzi leaped onto the arena, he immediately formed a hand seal and cast a talisman that sealed Wu Xuan in place. Wu Xuan was then swept off the arena by Qing Xuanzi's foot.
Next, Qing Xuanzi swept through Xiahou Yi, Xiao Junyan, and Tie Sanqian in succession. It wasn't until the Buddha stepped onto the arena that Qing Xuanzi's expression turned serious.
Because his sealing techniques are not so effective against those of the same level, especially since the Buddha's spiritual power is in no way inferior to his.
Sure enough, Qing Xuanzi finished forming the seal and sent the talisman towards the Buddha, only to have it shattered by the Buddha's punch.
Left with no other option, Qing Xuanzi resorted to his signature move, unleashing both seals simultaneously, while the Buddha chanted Buddhist mantras to resist Qing Xuanzi's mental attack.
The two quickly fought to a standstill on the ring, and eventually, exhausted, they both collapsed on the ring.
Elder Nangong had no choice but to announce that neither of them could score, and the final battle in the arena would continue.