Practicing ten thousand times increase, I became a nightmare for all races!

There are 730 eight seats neatly displayed.

The five colors of seats are divided into five large areas, and each seat is numbered, from 001 to 738.

Jiang Li's number is 707, Li Haobai's number is 32, and Fang Baiyun's number is 39.

When Jiang Li got his number, he asked Li Wangyue if the number was randomly selected. According to his understanding, the number should be divided into school camps to make it easier to manage.

For example, the Imperial Martial Arts High School as the host is numbered 1 to 127, the First Military High School is numbered 128 to 244, and so on.

But Li Wangyue's answer with a smirk on his face made him smile wryly.

Her answer was that it was a combination of the strength of UNPROFOR and the high-level tuberculosis players from the five major universities, the previous records of the players, and other factors.

In short, it is seed sorting.

The one ranked first is naturally the most likely to win the championship.

The lower the ranking, the lower the hope of winning the championship.

As for Jiang Li, as a freshman, one reason is that he has no previous record in participating in competitions, and the other reason is that no matter which school, the freshmen who are freshmen and sophomores are generally ranked low.

As for the Jiangnan Martial Arts Academy, their performance in the five major leagues has not been very good in recent years.

Therefore, it is ranked No. 707 by the comprehensive influence of the school.

He would not have believed such a result without Kang Jinyan and Fang Hancheng's interference.

At least, he was sure that the intelligence personnel of other colleges and universities who were responsible for collecting the information of each candidate must have already revealed that he was suspected of having the strength of a four-star war emperor.

As for the sword bearer, although in order to protect him, the sword bearer forcibly suppressed some news and achievements about him as S-level secrets.

But there must be talents absorbed from other universities on the side of the sword bearer.

If he hadn't greeted Fang Hancheng, his terrifying talent would have spread directly to the ears of other high school seniors.

"The master and the second senior brother are holding back a bad move, and they are planning to find their way back."

Jiang Cheng chuckled inwardly, and couldn't help but look in the direction of the judges' seats.

When he saw Kang Jinyan winking at him, his guess was further confirmed.

inside a virtual terminal.

Jiang Li closed his eyes to keep himself in the best condition.

Since the master intends for him to completely smash the faces of these people, he, as an apprentice, must cooperate a little bit, and it can be regarded as giving Jiangnan Martial Arts High School a breath of depression that has accumulated for a long time.

"ten!"

"Nine!"

"Eight!"

......

"one!"

"The game officially begins!"

After the mechanical electronic voice finished, 730 eight images of various sizes appeared on the large screen presented by the huge transparent virtual terminal.

Occupying the C position of the screen, Wei Ruo from the No. [-] Military Academy is also the largest screen. The one with the same size screen is slightly behind him. It is Chu from the Imperial Martial Arts Academy who beat him by a tiny bit in the five major leagues last year. Bowen.

As for the location and size of Jiang Li's picture, don't mention it.

Game start.

The pictures in front of all the contestants have changed, turning into different scenes.

The scene where Wei Ruo is located is a desert, Chu Bowen is a hill, Li Haobai is a swamp, and Fang Baiyun is a narrow alley.

As for Jiang Li, he was in a world of ice and snow.

It was covered with snow, and a biting cold wind was blowing on Jiang Li's face.

He glanced left and right, observing the ominous beasts that might be hiding in the snow.

"Look, who is that? He actually killed a four-star warlord-level beast with a single blow."

Suddenly, there was a commotion in the huge Red Bird Stadium.

On the virtual big screen, a slightly smaller picture suddenly increased a bit.

In the picture, a young man with a long emerald green knife and a serious look is like a tiger descending the mountain. He only cut a knife at the beast that was rushing towards him, and the beast howled miserably, and disappeared into the grassland in spots of light.

"Who is No. 59? This knife is at least at the level of a seven-star war emperor, right?"

An audience member unconsciously asked the audience beside him.

"It's nonsense, how come this knife has the level of an eight-star war emperor, I'm afraid it is at least the existence of an eight-star war emperor."

The audience next to him was an old man with gray hair. This old man used to be a six-star warlord, but he got old and limped a leg in a battle, so he retreated from the front line and started retirement life completely.

"Who is this? Why haven't I heard of it before?"

another audience member asked.

"This man's name is Xu Tiangang, and he's the leader of the Sword and Martial Arts Academy in the inner courtyard of Nanjiang Martial Arts High School."

Another person replied that this person obviously knew a little about Jiangnan Martial Arts Academy.

"Look! Wei Ruo has made a move!"

"Hey, Chu Bowen also killed one in seconds."

"Look! My goddess! The sword of Cui Wei is really amazing."

"Look! That's Lei Zheng from my Thunder Martial Arts High School."

In an instant, on the huge virtual screen, the images of each Tianjiao's slaying beasts kept getting bigger and bigger, but they were quickly replaced by images of other people.

Just for a few moments.

All the virtual screens sorted by number began to change continuously.

The screens of players who can kill beasts in seconds start to get bigger and come to the front.

Those with less strength began to move back.

This is for the sake of fairness, and also to allow all viewers to truly understand the strength of each player, and the system automatically sorts and captures the screen.

Otherwise, in the eight screens of 730, ten people will be dizzy, and it is impossible to distinguish the performance of the players.

"It's amazing, there are more than a dozen players who can instantly kill a four-star battle emperor-level beast."

"These people should be eight-star war emperors."

"Tsk tsk, the eight-star war emperor who hasn't graduated from college, it's terrible. The future god of war is gone, and he won't even be an ordinary war god."

Looking at the constantly flickering images on the virtual big screen, millions of spectators were excited, surprised, proud, or shocked.

"Hey, who is that? Contestant No. [-], haven't you seen him before?"

On the huge screen above the gymnasium, in a world covered in ice and snow, a four-legged monster with snow-white and red eyes, covered with tough and thick ice and snow armor, is like a huge hockey puck heading towards the black Jiang Li of Yue Zhan Dao smashed it.

However, Jiang Li just drew his sword and slashed, and a sharp light with an electric arc appeared in midair.

With a click, the solid ice shattered, and the huge ice ball in mid-air seemed to be cut open, and bright red blood splashed everywhere.

Boom!

boom!

Two falling sounds sounded, and the four-star warlord-level snow beast was cut into two pieces and fell onto the white snowy ground, before turning into specks of light and disappearing.

"Hiss! My good guy, I killed him in one shot. I haven't seen how he did it. I'm afraid this guy is also an eight-star war emperor."

In the entire Red Bird Stadium, millions of spectators gasped in unison.

And Ye Lina, who was supporting the logistics, was also staring at the scene on the big screen with her eyes wide open, mouth shut for a long time.

The rest of the audience didn't know, they only thought that Jiang Li was a high-level battle emperor who had never heard of it before, but she knew very well how long it took Jiang Li to get to this point.

"Nana, this is unlikely..."

The best friend beside Ye Lina also opened her eyes wide, with a look of shock on her face.

Also shocked were Yuan Lei and Liang Wu. Even Ning Jing, who had recruited Jiang Li into the school, opened his mouth wide.

Although during the school selection, she guessed that Jiang Li might have reached the level of a six-star battle emperor, but when it comes to actual combat, the shock of seeing it with her own eyes is far beyond what the blood energy column test can compare.

And...Jiang Li seems to be more than just a six-star war emperor? ?

Chapter 85 First Echelon Clearance

on the jury.

Not only the principals and vice-principals of the five major colleges and universities, but even the high-level officials of the federation twitched their eyes with surprise.

In the virtual big screen, it is not that there is no better performance than Jiang Li, and Xu Tiangang's slash is also amazing.

But these dozen or so who can instantly kill the four-star war emperor fierce beast are all senior students who are about to graduate.

Even many of them are old people who appeared last year and performed well.

And now, how could they not be surprised that a freshman boy could perform so well?

"Kang Jinyan, I heard that you have recently recruited a new freshman. As your closed-door disciple, it can't be Jiangli No. 707."

An old man with a slightly fat figure asked Kang Jinyan who was not far away with a strange look in his eyes.

"Well, that's him. My fifth apprentice is also a closed disciple."

"Hey, my disciple is not good enough, he is just too impulsive. I told him earlier that he should rest assured and practice in seclusion. When he is in his junior year, he will come to improve his knowledge and work hard to get a ranking in his senior year."

"But this kid is just too young, energetic, and ambitious. He said that the contestants from other colleges are just mediocre. You don't need to wait until your junior year. You can show me your ranking in your freshman year."

"No, I was just clamoring to come to the league. Fortunately, my performance was okay, and I didn't feel too shameful."

Kang Jinyan looked at the senior principals of the five major colleges and universities around him. The senior leaders of the Federation were shocked and surprised.

This made the corners of Liu Hong's eyes twitch, who is also the principal of Jiangnan Martial Arts High School.

It also made all the other judges secretly scold Kang Jinyan for being shameless.

"Oh, by the way, I heard that someone's grandson from your school is also participating in the league. What is his number?"

Kang Jinyan suddenly seemed to remember something, changed the subject, and asked the fat old man just now.

"Jintou, his grandson is here to increase his knowledge and practice, unlike your disciple, he doesn't have to have any expectations."

The fat old man's tone was indifferent, but at this moment, his face suddenly froze.

Because, the elimination list on the far right of the big screen began to flicker.

The first one to be eliminated was Jin He, number 698, the grandson of Jin Tou, the dean of Thunder Martial Arts High School.

"waste!"

The slightly fat old man cursed secretly with an ugly face, turned his head and glanced at where the golden head was, and couldn't help complaining in his heart.

Jintou's face was also a little ugly at this time. Who would have thought that his grandson, who performed well on weekdays, would be the first to be eliminated.

Although he also knew that Jin He was nothing in the five major college leagues where the Tianjiao gathered.

Therefore, the goal is to come to experience and gain knowledge, but Jin He, who has reached the strength of the two-star battle emperor, at least shouldn't be the first to be eliminated.

It can only be said that Jin He's luck is back.

Jiang Li wanted to find the beast, but he couldn't find it.

Fortunately, he came three times at once.

However, because his number was too low, he was killed, and there was no close-up picture. Instead, the small picture belonging to him went black, and a line of gray characters appeared on the right side of the virtual screen.

Number 698—Thunder Martial Arts High School—Freshman—Jin He, killed in action!

"Well, I really can't expect much."

Looking at the death list that suddenly appeared on the screen, Kang Jinyan almost laughed out loud.

And the judges other than the Thunder Dance Academy also had different expressions, and the smiles on their faces seemed a little strange.

Red Bird Stadium.

Above the giant virtual terminal.