Chen Du.
He has a very ordinary face and cannot be found in a crowd. He has a medium build, plain facial features, and his clothes are unremarkable.
The weapon is a short sword with a faint blue blade. It doesn't look like Law Artifact, the right way. There is a vague and cold feeling in the blue light.
This person Movement Method is extremely fast. In the first moment, he can rush behind the opponent, put the dagger on the neck, and force the opponent to admit defeat. After a few games, he is clean and neat, like a speed killer.
But Qin Tiexin always feels something is wrong.
He couldn't tell what was wrong, but every time Chen Du came down from the stage and glanced at him, the hairs on the back of his neck would stand up.
Killing intent.
It's very light and well hidden, but it can't be hidden from his intuition.
Qin Tiexin rummaged through his memory and found that he had no contact with this person. He kept calm and kept Chen Du's face in his mind, and secretly reminded him.
This man is not simple.
The game goes on one after another.
These six people all entered the top 16. In addition, familiar faces such as Lan Lingwei, Chen Chen, Qian Donglai, and Yan Yue also all managed to defeat their opponents and enter the top 16.
What surprised Qin Tiexin was Xiao Yan.
Her opponent was a Buddhist cultivator. The two of them came on stage, Buddha Guang versus Buddha Guang, and fought for several rounds. The Buddhist cultivator suddenly stopped his hand, clasped his palms together, and took the initiative to admit defeat. There were many discussions in the audience, and everyone felt that the game ended inexplicably.
Qin Tiexin can't understand it either, but if you win, you win.
After seven rounds of fighting, the sky had darkened. The afterglow of the setting sun slanted down on the ring, reflecting the formation into a dark golden color.
There are only four people left in the dugout who are not playing at the moment.
Qin Tiexin, Lin Chuan, the young monk with an axe, and Rogue Cultivator who uses a sword.
Qin Tiexin and Lin Chuan looked at each other and saw something in each other's eyes.
Du Heng That crow's mouth is not right, right?
In the last round, he even muttered that it won't be our turn in the next round. If we really meet in this round, there will be only one lone seedling left among the thirty-two strong members of the team.
In the stands, Liu Suifeng, Du Heng, Ling Shuyao, and Xu Ying all had strange expressions.
Du Heng opened his mouth with a complicated expression and couldn't close it for a long time. Xu Ying simply raised his hand and covered his eyes, not daring to look at the light screen. Ling Shuyao looked as usual, but the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. Liu Suifeng leaned on the back of the chair and sighed softly.
In the eighth round, the light curtain lit up and four names jumped out.
Channel 1: Mingjue, Jiang Cheng.
Channel 2: Lin Chuan, Cheng Jia.
Lin Chuan took a long breath, his shoulders relaxed, and his whole body seemed to have been relieved of a heavy burden. He turned his head and glanced at Qin Tiexin, and whispered, "It's okay."
Qin Tiexin said nothing, his eyes had already crossed the ring and landed on the strong man opposite.
Jiang Cheng is also looking over. He is not very old, and the hair on his face has not faded yet, but his muscles and bones are extremely well tempered, with broad shoulders and a thick back. He stands like a small iron tower.
Their eyes met, and the fighting spirit in his eyes was strong, and he was not timid at all.
Qin Tiexin withdrew his gaze and moved his right shoulder. The sleeves at the broken arm were empty, fluttering slightly in the evening breeze.
I'm afraid this fight won't be easy.
Qin Tiexin and Lin Chuan got up and walked towards the ring one after another.
"Senior Brother Ming, come on." Lin Chuan said, his voice was not high, but he was very serious.
Qin Tiexin said "Hmm", and without stopping, strode towards Stage 1.
Most of the players who had already entered the top 16 turned their attention.
This is the last game of the day and a good opportunity to observe potential opponents.
The draw for the arena competition is completely random, any two people may run into each other later, and no one wants to miss this opportunity to find out the details of their opponent.
Qin Tiexin paid no attention to Lin Chuan. According to his estimation, Rogue Cultivator named Cheng Jia was no match for Lin Chuan.
On the other hand, I need to pay more attention.
Jiang Cheng stood on the stage early.
The huge ax was carried on the shoulder. The ax was wider than the door panel, the aura was restrained, and fine lines were faintly visible on the ax blade.
He was not much shorter than Qin Tiexin, with thick shoulders and thick arms that stretched his sleeves tightly. He stood there like a hill ready to go. Seeing Qin Tiexin coming up, he looked up and down, his eyes lingered on Qin Tiexin's empty right sleeve for a moment, then he moved away and suddenly spoke.
"Senior brother, are you also a physical practitioner?"
"Yes." Qin Tiexin raised his hand with one hand and saluted.
Jiang Cheng grinned, revealing a row of white teeth, and his smile contained the unique refreshing and fighting spirit of a young man.
"Okay, let's show our strength first!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he jumped over.
Nothing flashy, no foreshadowing. He kicked the ground hard, and the stone slab shattered with a "click". His right fist was wrapped in thick Qi Gang, and it hit Qin Tiexin's chest. The wind of the fist roared, and the air was squeezed to make a low buzzing sound.
Qin Tiexin did not return.
He put down his Zen staff and faced it with his left fist, Qi and Blood surged across his fist, and his aura was restrained.
No martial arts, just pure physical strength, the two fists collided in the air.
There was a muffled sound of "boom", and the fist wind exploded, sweeping around like an invisible air wave.
The stone slabs under their feet cracked, and spiderweb-like cracks spread out from where the two stood, causing gravel to fly. The audience in the front row of the stands felt a strong wind blowing into their faces, their clothes rustled, and some people subconsciously raised their hands to cover their faces.
Jiang Cheng took three steps back in a row. The soles of his feet made three deep marks on the table, and stone chips flew everywhere.
Qin Tiexin stood on the same spot, motionless. Although the stone slab under his feet was cracked, his figure was as stable as a rock.
Jiang Cheng steadied his body and shook his numb hand. The tiger's mouth was faintly red, but his eyes were frighteningly bright.
"You are stronger than me!"
Qin Tiexin didn't say anything, he had an idea in his mind.
Although the power of Jiang Cheng has not yet reached Peak of the Qi and Blood Realm, it has vaguely touched the threshold of the power of a dragon.
It's not easy for someone younger than me to reach this point.
Jiang Cheng is no longer retained.
He held the handle of the ax with both hands, shouted low, swung the huge ax up, and smashed it down on his head and face with a whining sound.
A set of ax techniques were fierce and domineering, with great force and force. Each ax was aimed at the vital point. When the ax blade cut through the air, it made a sharp whistle, covering Qin Tiexin's figure.
Qin Tiexin stood on the spot, picked up the Zen staff with his left hand and held it hard.
The sticks and axes collided, sparks flew everywhere, and the copper rings jingled and jingled together.
Although he didn't know how to use the staff, the three moves of "Stone-Shattering Staff Technique" - smashing, sweeping, and chaining - were similar to those on a Zen staff. Each move was perfectly connected. The shadow of the staff was flying, but not a single ax could break through his defense line.
After a few strokes, Qin Tiexin figured out Jiang Cheng's path.
The strength is great, but the ax technique is not very clever.
Over and over again, it was just a few chops, chops, and sweeps, but there was no change. It was all about strength and bravery.
For ordinary monks, this set of things is enough, but for him, it is a little less interesting.
Jiang Cheng's ax technique is a way of making big moves and pursuing victory. As long as the opponent dares to take a step back, he will press forward even if he is injured. Each ax is heavier than the last. By the time the opponent reacts, there is no way to retreat.
Du Heng was dragged down by retreating again and again.