"Now the second round of assessment begins, actual combat!"
Commander Li's powerful voice echoed in the sky above Martial Training Ground. Everyone who was still whispering instantly fell silent and looked at him in unison.
"There are a total of twenty-five people taking part in the assessment this time."
Commander Li stood with his hands behind his hands, his eyes sweeping over everyone present.
"The opponents are determined by drawing lots, the winner is promoted, the loser is eliminated, and the process progresses step by step."
He paused and continued, "There are four rounds in total, four lots are drawn, the rankings are finally determined, and four promotion places are determined."
As soon as this statement came out, there was a burst of low discussion among the crowd.
Some people were frowning and calculating, some were gearing up, and some were worried, secretly praying that they wouldn't encounter those particularly tough guys in the first round.
"Quiet!" Commander Li pressed his hands and waited for everyone to quiet down before continuing.
"If someone gets a bye during the lottery process, they will advance directly to the next round. Luck is also a part of strength, so don't feel it is unfair."
He paused, glanced at everyone, and his tone became a little more serious:
"In addition, those who are eliminated do not have no chance. After the top four are finally determined, everyone who has been eliminated before will have a chance to challenge the top four. If they win, they will be replaced."
After hearing this, several Manor Guard who were already a little desperate suddenly became energetic and hope rekindled in their eyes.
Commander Li had a panoramic view of everyone's reactions, said no more, and waved his hand. "Start drawing lots now!"
He took out a black cloth bag from his arms, which contained twenty-five bamboo sticks, with a different number engraved on the end of each bamboo stick.
Everyone stepped forward one by one and took out a bamboo stick from the bag.
Mo Yun pulled it casually, looked down, and saw a three characters carved on the end of the bamboo stick.
"No. 3..." He muttered and looked up at the others.
Zhao Gang drew the seventh number, Zhou Ping drew the eleventh number, and Li Wei drew the eighteenth number.
Commander Li stood in the middle of Martial Training Ground and said loudly, "No. 1 vs. No. 25, No. 2 vs. No. 24, No. 3 vs. No. 23... and so on. The middle number will get a bye and will advance directly!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd exploded.
The one who got a bye, Manor Guard, was a dark-faced man in his late thirties. Hearing this, he was stunned for a moment, and then his expressions of ecstasy were palpable, and his whole body was shaking with excitement.
The eyes of others looking at him were full of envy, jealousy and hatred, but it was hard to say anything. After all, Commander Li clearly said that luck is also a part of strength.
"Have you found your opponent?" Commander Li scanned around.
"Then let's start! Martial Training Ground is big enough, and the area has been planned in advance. Twelve groups will do it at the same time. I will find some stewards to come over and keep an eye on it. Don't play any tricks. Falling down, giving in, or going out of bounds will count as a loss!"
After giving the order, Martial Training Ground soon became lively.
The sounds of fists and feet clashing, muffled shouts, and cries of pain came one after another, mixed with the sound of Force Energy's surging wind, turning the originally quiet Martial Training Ground into a fierce battlefield.
At the same time, a dozen stewards came to Martial Training Ground at some point and supervised each battle.
Mo Yun's opponent is a young man with medium build and dark skin.
The young man looked at Mo Yun with fear in his eyes, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down, but he still stepped forward, cupped his fists and said, "Zhao Hai, please enlighten me."
"Mo Yun, please give me some advice." Mo Yun returned the gesture with fists in his arms.
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Hai moved.
He knew that the young man in front of him was not simple, so he did not dare to hold back at all, and he used all his strength as soon as he came up.
I saw him kicking his feet, and he rushed towards Mo Yun like an arrow from a string. The five fingers of his right hand were slightly bent into claws, and with a sharp breaking sound, it went straight to Mo Yun's throat!
This claw is fast and cruel, with a tricky angle. If an ordinary Mid Bright Strength is grasped firmly by this claw, the throat bone will be broken easily.
Mo Yun's face remained unchanged.
He didn't even dodge.
He lowered his waist and sat on his hips, and suddenly punched out with his right fist.
Punch out like a dragon, the air explodes!
A dull sonic boom shook the eardrums of several people around him, and wherever the punch passed, the air was stirred and slightly distorted.
Fist and claw clash.
"Crack!"
There was a muffled sound, accompanied by the shrill scream of Zhao Hai.
He flew upside down like a kite with a broken string, rolled twice in the air, and hit Blue Stone Slabs three feet away. He spat out a mouthful of blood, his expression quickly became sluggish, and he couldn't get up.
One punch.
Only one punch was used.
The steward responsible for supervising this area was stunned in place. It took him a long time to come back to his senses and quickly announced loudly, "Mo Yun wins!"
The surrounding Manor Guards all took a deep breath and looked at Mo Yun with horror in their eyes, as if they were looking at a humanoid ferocious beast.
Huang Wenjie on the other side also ended the battle.
His opponent is a strong man who is obviously Mid Bright Strength, has a strong cultivation level and a burly build.
Huang Wenjie didn't draw his sword, but just struck out three sword strikes with one hand. Force Energy condensed without breaking up, and with fierce energy, he blasted away the burly opponent with just two moves. It was so clean and neat that it made people feel chilled.
Huang Shan also won easily.
She faced Manor Guard who also had a Mid Bright Strength. That Manor Guard made a good Fist Technique, with a roaring punch and a fierce attack.
However, against Huang Shan's sword, it only lasted three moves.
The light of the sword is like snow, and the cold light flashes.
When Huang Shan's slender Willow-Leaf Sword was in front of the opponent's throat, Manor Guard didn't even realize what was happening.
"Concession." Huang Shan sheathed his sword with an indifferent tone, turned around and retreated to the sidelines, without even looking at his opponent from the beginning to the end.
The first round was all over quickly.
Twelve winners advance, plus one person who has a bye, for a total of thirteen people.
The twelve eliminated people retreated to the side in dejection. Some covered their wounds and grinned, some slumped on the ground and gasped, and some clenched their fists with unwillingness on their faces.
Mo Yun glanced at the promoted person and twitched the corner of his mouth slightly.
Zhao Gang also advanced.
At this moment, Zhao Gang is standing in the promotion team. His rough black face is filled with the joy of surviving the disaster. He has just narrowly won.
The second round of drawing begins.
Commander Li took out the black cloth bag again, this time there were thirteen bamboo sticks inside.
Everyone stepped forward to draw lots.
Mo Yun drew number five this time, and his opponent was a young Manor Guard who had cultivated Mid Bright Strength.
No surprise, it was solved with one punch.
After the explosion, the Manor Guard flew backwards with its weapons and humans, crashing into the weapons rack and knocking the entire row of swords, guns, swords and halberds to pieces with a crash.
The whole place fell silent again.
A few Manor Guard even began to doubt life.
Huang Wenjie also defeated the enemy with one move, while Huang Shan only used three moves.
Zhao Gang was lucky this time and got a bye draw.
At the end of the second round, seven people advanced.
In the third round of drawing, Mo Yun drew number 1, and his opponent was Lean Man, who was in his mid-twenties.
When the man saw that he was facing Mo Yun, his face suddenly fell and he almost cried on the spot.
"I..." He opened his mouth, and finally stepped forward bravely.
The result is no doubt.
One punch.
Lean Man felt a tremendous force coming from Mo Yun's fist. He felt as if he had been hit by a running rhinoceros. His legs left the ground, flew backwards, hit the ground, and turned over several times before stopping.
Huang Wenjie and Huang Shan still won cleanly.
What's interesting is that Zhao Gang got a bye again, and together with the last time, it has been two byes in a row.
Standing in the promotion team, this guy felt as if he had been hit by a pie falling from the sky. He was a little dizzy, and he suspected that he was still dreaming before he woke up.
At the end of the third round, including Zhao Gang, the lucky winner who had a bye, a total of four people advanced.
Fourth round.
Everyone on Martial Training Ground held their breath, and their eyes fell on the last four people.
Mo Yun, Zhao Gang, Huang Wenjie, Huang Shan.
Four people stood in the center of Martial Training Ground, and everyone's breath was amazing.
Except Zhao Gang.
Commander Li took out the black cloth bag again, this time there were only four bamboo sticks in it.
Mo Yun drew number one, Zhao Gang drew number two, Huang Wenjie drew number three, and Huang Shan drew number four.
Commander Li glanced at the bamboo sticks of the four people and announced loudly, "No. 1 vs. No. 2, No. 3 vs. No. 4! Mo Yun vs. Zhao Gang, Huang Wenjie vs. Huang Shan! Let's begin!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Gang raised his hand. "I admit defeat."
The whole place was in an uproar.
The Manor Guard people who were watching looked at each other, and some couldn't help but mutter, "This guy is so lucky, why did he admit defeat?"
"Are you stupid? That's Mo Yun! Don't you admit defeat and wait to be beaten?"
"That's right, Zhao Gang This is a wise move. Instead of being blown away by a punch, it would be more honorable to just admit defeat."
"Indeed..."
Mo Yun walked up to Zhao Gang, smiled and said, "You are so lucky!"
Zhao Gang, however, had a grimace on his face and said with some worry, "I think everyone will challenge me later..."
He felt that he was just lucky enough to reach this point, and would eventually be knocked back to his original form.
Mo Yun patted his shoulder. "Do your best and leave no regrets."
The battle between the two ended just like that.
On the other side, the battle between Huang Wenjie and Huang Shan is a real battle between dragons and tigers.