The God of War.

The last day of competition is about to begin.

When the time came, the big screen in front of the stadium began to shake.

After about ten breaths, the name of each contestant began to appear on the big screen.

There are five groups of ten people. The top five are decided first, and then the five people compete in pairs. One person is given a bye, and the one with a bye will challenge the last person among the top five. The winner will enter the top five and the loser will be eliminated.

So, if you get a bye, it’s not a good thing, but it’s not a bad thing either.

Lin Fei's opponent is Mo Ziqi, who is at the fourth level of the King and Marquis. He is not bad looking, handsome and charming, the type that women like.

However, on the battlefield, these things are useless, and strength is the most important thing.

Others will not give you face just because you are pretty. On the contrary, if you are too handsome and overshadow some jealous people, it may even bring disaster upon you.

After two games, the atmosphere in the square has become heated. Today's game can be said to be the most exciting day since the opening of the entire stadium.

Next is Lin Fei’s match.

The first two games were extremely difficult. All four players used their best skills to finally win the final victory with great difficulty.

After all, these people are the best among the millions of people in Qinglian Country, so they have a lot of things on them.

Of course, there are some people who hide very deeply. Their goal is to be the first in the competition, so they have to leave something for the final battle.

Lin Fei walked onto the stage with ease. He changed his attitude from previous matches and seemed to become more positive.

Compared with the previous games, it is a world of difference.

This is also the first time that Lin Fei has been so active since participating in the competition.

Lin Fei went up to the ring, followed by Mo Ziqi. The two stood face to face, neither speaking until the referee announced the start of the match. Then Lin Fei glanced at the other man and said,

"You should start first, otherwise, it will be hard to have a chance!"

You are still so arrogant. Mo Ziqi is at least a fourth-level prince. He didn't say anything, so what qualifications do you have to point fingers at him?

"Awesome, really awesome. I wonder who will roll off the ring next."

Mo Ziqi remained silent and took out his own weapons, which turned out to be a pair of crescent-shaped scimitars. On the back of the scimitars, there was a pair of rings, and on each ring was a small bone. The style was quite peculiar. Such weapons were extremely rare. Lin Fei had never seen them before, and they were rarely seen in books. He wondered if the martial arts required for this kind of scimitars was easy to find.

In the memories that Liu Wuqiong gave to Lin Fei, Lin Fei could not find such a martial arts secret.

As the two swords came out, a feminine chill rose up on the stage, and in the chill was a faint smell of blood. It felt like the two swords must have slaughtered countless people, which was why they were so cold and bloody.

In addition, the opponent's scimitar martial arts was originally feminine and soul-revolting, so once the scimitar came out, the entire arena would be filled with coldness and gloom.

"Ghosts looking for souls!"

As soon as the move was made, the whole sky began to darken, and then one could faintly hear the cries of thousands of wronged souls and ghosts. The entire competition arena seemed miserable and gloomy.

At this time, Lin Fei's brows were furrowed and his eyes kept flashing, as if he was not used to this kind of situation at all.

Seeing Lin Fei like this, Mo Ziqi thought that Lin Fei had become obsessed with his own moves and could not control himself. He believed that he had seized the initiative in the arena and launched an attack on Lin Fei.

"Forget the soul and ask for life!"

Mo Ziqi swung his two swords in a circle and suddenly accelerated, rushing towards Lin Fei like a ghost. His speed was as fast as lightning and he was in front of Lin Fei in less than a breath, with his scimitars aiming at Lin Fei's throat.

Seeing that Mo Ziqi's scimitar was already in front of him, Lin Fei's eyes widened and he clenched the heavy sword with both hands. A black sword edge flashed by, and with a move without any moves, he directly pierced into Mo Ziqi's scimitar.

Just when Mo Ziqi's scimitar was about to approach Lin Fei's throat, Lin Fei's sword had already reached Mo Ziqi's eyebrows. As long as Mo Ziqi's knife moved slightly, Lin Fei's sword would be inserted into Mo Ziqi's eyebrows.

Mo Ziqi immediately sensed the danger and changed his tactics, but Lin Fei's heavy sword still did not stop moving forward.

Moreover, no matter how Mo Ziqi changed his tactics, Lin Feiyi just kept advancing, as if the person fighting with him was just an empty shell and did not exist at all.

Then, the swords collided, and a crisp metal collision sound immediately erupted on the ring. Then, there was a moment of silence.

"Boom!" A huge roar came from the ring. The roar was like a thunder in people's ears. Those who had water in their cultivation began to bleed from their ears. Many people had to seal their ears with their hands.

The heavy sword's direct attack completely disrupted Mo Ziqi's moves. Although he changed his moves many times, he wanted to get closer to Lin Fei in order to find a way to win, but Lin Fei's speed was many times faster.

The only way to defeat martial arts in the world is to be faster. Maybe that's what it means.

One wants to defeat the enemy with stillness, the other wants to defeat the enemy with speed.

However, this stalemate only lasted for a few seconds before Lin Fei shouted.

"Let's go!"

As soon as the shouting ended, a figure flew up. The knife in this person's hand seemed to be still looking for a target, but his face was filled with solemnity and fear.

Fortunately, this is a competition, otherwise Mo Ziqi would have lost his life.

"Lin Fei wins!"

The entire competition was not fancy at all, as plain as wearing a set of homespun clothes. However, what was unbelievable was that the effect was unbelievably beautiful.

After getting off the stage, Lin Fei returned to the group of the Three Swords Sect, and Lu Lizi gave him a big hug.

Lin Fei rolled his eyes. What's so good about hugging a man?

Lin Fei had another match to play later, between Sang Jie from the Three Swords Sect and a man called Zui Bugui. Sang Jie had been in seclusion and Lin Fei had never seen him make a move, so Lin Fei decided to take a good look at what extraordinary qualities Sang Jie had as Jian Tian's eldest disciple.

As soon as the two of them came on stage, they immediately entered the battle.

What Lin Fei couldn't believe was that the martial arts technique that Sang Jie practiced was actually a mid-grade earth-level martial art.

“You still have to be the sect master’s disciple to be able to practice such top-level martial arts.

You should know that a mid-grade earth-level martial arts manual costs at least 100 million to 1 billion spirit stones, and it is also a sect’s treasure.

Of course, for Lin Fei, these are all child's play. Every martial arts manual that Liu Wuqiong passed on to Lin Fei is at least mid-level heavenly grade or above. There should be no more than one such martial arts manual in the treasure house of the Three Swords Sect.

Maybe this is what it means when people compare themselves to others.

As soon as the match between the two began, the opponent's spiritual energy flow was blocked under the suppression of Sangjie's local middle-grade martial arts. This is the difference between high and low grades of martial arts. The level of suppression is often difficult to break, unless you have extremely powerful auxiliary martial arts to find a way to break the opponent's suppression.

Obviously, the opponent doesn't have it, so he can only strengthen his own buying energy output to make up for the deficiency. In this way, the spiritual energy is used too quickly and it is difficult to persist.

Finally, Sangjie used a light dragon-disturbing-phoenix move and hit the opponent's chest with the sword. As a mouthful of blood surged up, it seemed that all his internal organs shifted, and he fell to the stage with a scream.

In this battle, Lin Fei felt that Sang Jie had not yet used his full strength, and he wondered if this guy had any backup plans.

Finally, all the group matches were over. It was already noon. Because the top ten matches were to follow in the afternoon, most people did not leave.

The two elders came to the place where Lin Fei and Sang Jie were resting, asked about some situations, and then left.

As soon as the elder left, Lin Fei raised his big mother's paddle towards Sangjie.

Sanjay waved his fist and they both smiled happily.

Twenty-two people from the Three Sword Sect participated in the competition, and two of them entered the top ten. This has not happened in many years. I wonder if Jiantian would laugh three times when he heard the news.

The afternoon competition will first be a two-on-two showdown to determine the top five.

Then there will be another competition to determine the top five.

The bottom five will also compete to determine their rankings.

Until the game is over.

The afternoon's match will be a bloody battle, and Lin Fei has to take it seriously. After all, anyone who has made it to this point is an extremely extraordinary person.

Due to the scheduling problem, the afternoon competition started after lunch. Everyone sat around the two arenas in advance and found a good position. However, the actual participants had not yet entered the competition venue.

When the bell rang before the game, the ten people began to enter the venue one by one.

Seeing these monsters standing at the top of the crowd, everyone had an urge to worship them.

Lin Fei followed the team, carrying the heavy sword on his back, looking very funny. However, today he was smiling all the way, as if telling everyone, I, Lin Fei, am here again.

……

Another bell rang, and the afternoon game officially began.

In the morning competition, the remaining ten contestants were Lin Fei, the academy dean's eldest disciple Kuntian, Sang Jie, Xuan Jian, Wang Duan, Li Mu, Jiang Qingxuan, Murong Jie, Xiao Canglin, and Tuoba Yao.

These ten people can be said to be the most evil representatives among the millions of young people in Qinglian Country, and they are also the hope of the younger generation of Qinglian Country.

Today's draw is different from previous days. It will not be done on a big screen, but purely by hand.

There are five numbers written on ten pieces of paper, from one to five, with two pieces of paper for each number. Those who draw the same number will become their opponents in the competition.

Lin Fei drew number one. The other contestant who drew number one was a young man named Wang Duan. Although his cultivation had reached the fourth level of the King Realm, he was overly arrogant. When Lin Fei drew number one, he made a gesture with his little finger. It was obvious that he looked down on Lin Fei.

However, this is not his fault. Up to now, Lin Fei's cultivation is still at the peak of the spiritual phase, and he has not even entered the fifth marquis.

The game started. As soon as Wang Duan heard the referee ring the bell, he swung his sword towards Lin Fei. As soon as he stepped on the ground with both feet, he was like an arrow shot from a bow. He could reach a distance of more than three meters in an instant. The sword contained an overbearing and powerful force that seemed to be able to destroy everything.

Lin Fei did not meet the sword head-on, but dodged to the side to avoid the sharp edge of the sword. At the same time, he turned his wrist and the heavy sword in his hand cut horizontally, cutting directly into the opponent's abdomen.

When Wang Duan saw Lin Fei's sword coming at him, he immediately swung his sword to block it.

Dang! The two swords collided, and a gap appeared on the blade of Wuduan. Moreover, a crack spread from the gap to the sword body. Obviously, this sword was broken.

Immediately afterwards, Wang Duan retreated frantically until he reached the edge of the ring, where he stopped.

Only then did he realize that he was too confident.

He threw away the sword in his hand and took out a new sword. The sword was obviously different from the previous one. The light on the blade was extremely dazzling in the sun.

A mid-grade Xuan-level sword.

"Good sword!" Seeing the sword in Wang Duan's hand, Lin Fei couldn't help but exclaimed.

Even the Three Sword Sect would not have more than three mid-grade Xuan-level swords.

At this moment, Wang Duan's face was full of determination. Obviously, he would no longer look down on Lin Fei.

Kill! Wang Duan rushed over with his sword again, and the distance of ten feet was reached in an instant. The sword kept tearing the air as it rushed over, making a hissing sound of ionization. In an instant, the temperature on the ring rose sharply.

Naturally, Lin Fei had never looked down on Wang Duan. He was a fourth-level king and could split a mountain with one sword. To look down on him would mean his own destruction.