Qin Xuan is the seventh stage.
His opponent is a disciple of the Iron Fist Gym, with a cultivation level of Middle An Jin, and uses a pair of Iron Fist gloves.
As soon as this person came on stage, he attacked fiercely. His fists hit Qin Xuan like raindrops. The wind howled and the momentum was astonishing.
However, Qin Xuan just turned slightly sideways to avoid the attack of the pair of iron fists, and then stretched out his right hand, placing two fingers lightly on the opponent's wrist.
"Crack!"
With a crisp sound, the disciple's right wrist joint was removed.
Immediately afterwards, Qin Xuan slapped his chest with his left hand, and a stream of An Jin poured into the other person's body like a flood that burst a dam.
The disciple didn't even have time to scream, and he flew out from the ring.
From the time the referee announced it to the end of the fight, it only took three breaths.
Qin Xuan's performance shocked the whole audience.
In the stands, Wang Yanzhi, Li Kunlun, Gu Qingyan and others all had slightly condensed expressions.
Jiang Fa nodded secretly.
Qin Xuan's move just now, with his point-breaking surface and skillful breaking force, used Late Dark Force's cultivation to the fullest. It can be called a textbook crushing attack.
He was obviously one point stronger than the day he fought against Lie Jingyun.
Outstanding disciples from other martial arts schools also appeared one after another.
Li Kunlun easily won with a rock punch.
Wang Yanzhi defeated Rogue Cultivator, a Middle An Jin, with only three swords. His sword skills were so fast that it was dizzying.
Gu Qingyan relied on her erratic body skills to easily neutralize all the opponent's attacks, and kicked her opponent off the ring with the last kick. The whole process took less than ten breaths.
Zhou Tai's spear is like a dragon. He can knock away the opponent's weapon within three shots and knock him off the ring with one shot. He is clean and neat, showing off his dominance.
Luo Zhen's performance from the Iron Fist Martial Arts School was equally eye-catching. He defeated his opponent seven times with his bare hands, and the last punch hit the opponent in front of him, knocking him out of the ring.
The strength of these people is at least Late Dark Force or above.
Jiang Fa keeps everyone's battle details in mind.
By the afternoon, the first round of competition was over.
Among the seven Zhao Clan Martial Hall, Jiang Fa, Qin Xuan, Xu Feng, and Li Chen all advanced, while the other three disciples were defeated and eliminated.
Xu Feng had the most danger of winning. His opponent was about the same strength as him. The two were in a stalemate for a long time. In the end, he dislocated his left arm and knocked his opponent off the ring with a life-threatening punch. He advanced in a thrilling way.
On the second day, the crowd at the school grounds in the east of the city was even bigger than yesterday.
Half of the people were eliminated yesterday, so it should be more deserted, but after the news spread, all the people in the city who could spare time rushed to the school grounds, and even the vendors on the official road came with carts to join in the fun.
There was a long queue at the breakfast stall outside the school grounds, and the smoke mixed with the morning fog covered half of the street.
Today's competition format is different from yesterday's.
The fifty-four advancers will still draw lots to determine their opponents, and they will compete in pairs, and the winner will advance to the top twenty-seven.
But the lottery method is a little more complicated than yesterday.
In order to prevent fellow disciples from meeting prematurely, there is a rule in the martial arts association: disciples from the same hall will automatically avoid the first round of drawing.
In other words, as long as there are other choices in the lottery box, Jiang Fa will not draw Qin Xuan, Xu Feng and others.
This rule protects the overall interests of many martial arts schools and makes the competition more interesting.
Jiang Fa was drawn to Arena No. 7 this time, and his opponent was Rogue Cultivator, from the north of the city, named Qian Liu.
This person is about twenty years old, with a cultivation level of around Middle An Jin. His weapon is a nine-section whip, which is a strange weapon among soft weapons. It is extremely difficult to practice and deal with.
"Junior Brother Jiang, the key to dealing with this nine-section whip is to stay close and don't let his whip spread."
Wang Shi whispered in the audience.
Jiang Fa nodded and walked onto the ring.
Qian Liu was already waiting on the stage.
He is not tall, lean and lean, with extremely long arms. The nine-section whip is wrapped around his waist, and the tip of the whip hangs down by his side, like a dormant silver snake.
"Zhao Clan Martial Hall, you ran very fast yesterday." Qian Liu squinted his eyes and looked at Jiang Fa with a sneer on his lips.
Jiang Fa didn't answer the call.
"What a pity. What I'm good at is beating up guys like you who can only hide."
Qian Liu chuckled and stretched out his hand to shake his waist.
With a clatter, the nine-section whip came out from the waist, silver light flashed, and three whip flowers were pulled out in mid-air.
"Nine Section Silver Dragon, Qian Liu." Qian Liu reported his name with a proud look on his face.
Jiang Fa said lightly, "Zhao Clan Martial Hall, Jiang Fa."
The referee waved the flag.
Qian Liu took the lead in attacking.
His body rolled to the ground, his wrists shook violently, and the nine-section whip flew out from the ground like a silver poisonous snake, reaching Jiang Fa's ankle.
This whip was fast and tricky. The whip body was close to the surface of the ring, as if it were a silver snake gliding close to the ground, making it difficult to guard against.
"What a quick whip!"
Someone in the audience exclaimed.
Jiang Fa stepped a little further and moved lightly to the side half a foot away.
The silver whip swept across the spot where he originally stood, and the tip of the whip drew a half-inch deep whip mark on the ring, and splintered wood flew into the air.
Qian Liu didn't give him a chance to breathe at all.
The nine-section whip drew a series of silver arcs in the air, moving left and right, up and down, the body of the whip twisting and turning like a spiritual snake, dancing in an airtight manner.
Soft weapons are the most difficult to practice, but also the most difficult to defend against.
Once the force of the nine-section whip is unfolded, it will be like a dragnet, with murderous intent coming from all directions.
Faced with such an offensive, it is extremely rare for ordinary warriors to not be injured at all, let alone at close range.
Jiang Fa was unscathed.
His Wind-Chasing Steps has become Major Accomplishment, and his movement is fast enough to make the most accurate dodge in a small area.
The nine-section whip is fast, but the path of the whip is not irregular.
The trajectory of each whip was determined the moment Qian Liu's wrist shook.
All Jiang Fa has to do is move faster than the whip's trajectory.
His figure advanced and retreated in the whip shadows all over the sky, like a butterfly darting through flowers, or like a sudden swoop gliding through the water.
The edge of the whip repeatedly grazed the corners of his clothes and hair, but it could never really touch his body.
Qian Liu became more and more anxious as he fought.
The nine-section whip is the most physically demanding, especially a set of whip techniques, which requires extremely high wrist and arm strength.
He originally thought that with the offensive of the nine-section whip covering the whole place, he could force the kid in front of him to have nowhere to escape, but he was wrong.
Instead of being forced back, the man got closer and closer to him.
"His whip technique has a total of seventy-one moves. Thirty-four are offensive, seventeen are defensive, and the rest are all variations. I only need to take action during the gap between his force changes after the seventy-first move."
Jiang Fa thought silently in his heart.
Sure enough, when Qianliu was about to change his force after the 71st move, his whip force suddenly stalled.
This gap lasts less than a breath.
But for Jiang Fa, that's enough.
His feet suddenly exerted force, Wind-Chasing Steps pushed to the extreme, and his whole body shot through the whip shadow in the sky like a black lightning, directly in front of Qian Liu.
Qian Liu's pupils suddenly dilated.
He tried his best to withdraw the nine-section whip, but the whip was old and had just changed its strength, so it was too late.
Jiang Fa's right fist has been pressed against his chest.
An Jin comes out through the body.
Qian Liu's entire figure was hit in the front by a heavy hammer and flew backwards, with a cloud of blood spraying out of his mouth.
The nine-section whip flew out of his hand and landed under the ring.
"Zhao Clan Martial Hall, Jiang Fa wins!"
The referee's voice sounded.
The whole audience burst into applause.