Mysterious journey

The real focus is the subsequent qualifying competition. The five disciples of each sect will use the comprehensive score of all the places they can reach to determine the true ranking of the sect. At the same time, it is also a stage to create the truly strongest young generation.

Immediately afterwards, there was another competition between ordinary disciples of several sects. It was basically nothing to see. At most, it was just a comparison of basic skills. Without secret martial arts, they were just a little better than ordinary amateur martial arts enthusiasts.

Finally, the competition between ordinary disciples between the top ranked Star Ring Sect and the Red Sand Sword ended. The old referee held the bell and changed from his previous listlessness.

"The official ranking competition will begin below. Each sect will sign up as a single disciple. The overall ranking of the sect will be calculated according to a fixed formula to arrive at the overall ranking of the sect."

The old man waved his hand, and several beautiful girls came up from below, wearing short skirts and silk skirts, with their long hair tied into a ponytail and swaying. A girl in the middle is holding a large square box and standing next to the old man.

"Representatives from each sect are invited to come up and determine the competition rankings! Then go to each arena for selection." The old man pointed to the surrounding buildings. "The rest of the arenas are in the surrounding buildings. You can see the numbers when you enter the door. Before last time Three will automatically enter the finals without drawing lots.”

Andrela from the Star Ring Gate smiled at Bio from afar, turned around and walked directly into the entrance of the building at the back, not even bothering to look at the lottery here.

Biou sneered, turned and left unwilling to be outdone. Compared with ordinary disciples, the gap between the two in strength was obvious. They didn't care about the possibility of new opponents coming later. Their opponents were only each other from beginning to end.

Garen stood in the crowd and watched the two people leave the scene. He really felt the strong confidence and pride of the two people. He didn't know the strength of the two of them, but they could just leave calmly in front of so many secret warriors and despise everything. This attitude alone was not something ordinary people would dare to do. But the confidence gained from strong strength and record.

He couldn't help but recall the words of his elder sister Rosita. Victory after victory will in turn nourish self-confidence and make yourself stronger.

Soon, everyone in front drew their lots, and it was his turn.

Garen stepped forward, reached out and grabbed a random sign in the box, took it out and took a look. The white note says 24.

He walked away and stood aside, while Kelingrimulido and others from Baiyunmen College behind him also grabbed and signed out.

"Those who have drawn the lottery are asked to go to the ring according to the number. The winner will go to the next ring according to the referee. The losers will return to the ring for ranking screening. They will also have a chance to challenge all opponents ranked below the other winners. All After the screening, the top ten will be selected for the finals." The old man announced loudly.

Gallon, Ke Ling and others went to different arenas separately.

His sign was twenty-four. After entering the entrance of the building, a waiter led him directly along the corridor. After quickly turning several times, he came to a spacious practice room.

The room was all white, about the same size as a large conference hall, with a round white ring in the middle, surrounded by guardrails, just like a boxing ring.

A young female referee dressed in black was already standing there waiting.

There were also some young people standing in the room, obviously coming to watch the fun.

There was also a bald man with a somewhat deformed figure standing at the edge of the ring, staring at Garen from the moment he entered.

This man was wearing black leather pants and was bare-chested. His muscles moved from time to time with his breathing. The muscles on both shoulders looked like deformed old tree roots exposed from the ground, twisted and bulging.

"Invite the players to the stage." The female referee said loudly on the stage.

Garen retracted his gaze from sizing up the strong man, walked slowly to the edge of the stage, and jumped onto the stage.

Although his body is very strong, there is obviously a big gap compared to his opponent. He has the same proportions as an adult or a child. The man also climbed onto the ring.

There were two people, one big and one small, one with dark skin and wearing black leather pants, the other with white skin and fair skin. The two stood on the stage in black and white, with clear contrast.

At this time, two more people squeezed in at the door, a man and a woman, both wearing light blue clothes. Surprisingly, it was Jette who went to pick up Garen and the others, and the little girl who was pretending to be a boy because of the temptation.

"Junior sister, this is Garen's arena at Baiyun Gate. This is his first match." Jieit whispered to the girl, but his eyes naturally fell on Garen on the stage.

"This guy is very lucky. The opponent is very strong at first glance." The little girl gloated and laughed softly, "For him to be so arrogant at the station! He will definitely be badly repaired now."

Jayette nodded.

"The opponent is Benjamin, the third master disciple of the Holy Fist Sect. He has been practicing secret martial arts for three years. The Holy Fist Sect is the twentieth ranked sect. Although the sect is not strong, the third master disciple among them is definitely not as strong. Normally, if I met this Benjamin, I would just admit defeat. I heard that this Garen was accepted as a disciple of the secret martial arts not long ago, and the difference is obvious."

"Moreover." Jewett added, "That Galleon has good defense and will definitely be beaten for a long time." After saying that, he couldn't help but laugh, "This time he is miserable."

In the arena.

Garen shook his neck and looked at his opponent at leisure. The opponent's size really gave him a strong sense of oppression. This size was almost the same as that of his second senior brother Farak, and his power was absolutely terrifying.

He also saw Jette and the young girl coming in from the corner of his eye. They were obviously here to watch the fun.

"You're unlucky to meet me in the first game." The strong man opposite grinned, showing his white teeth. "My name is Benjamin, the third great disciple of the Holy Fist Sect. You should feel honored to be defeated by my fist."

Garen was speechless. This guy felt good about himself and shouted that he had won before the fight even started.

"I am Garen, the seventeenth-ranked disciple of the Baiyun Sect. Can we start?" He looked at the referee aside.

clang.

The female referee nodded and shook the small silver bell in her hand.

"The game begins." She quickly turned over and got off the ring to avoid being affected.

Garen squinted his eyes and looked at Benjamin.

This is the first time he has fought against a true disciple of the secret martial arts world. He has the giant elephant secret martial arts, and the opponent also has his own secret martial arts. It depends on the fighting experience and power gap between the two parties.

"Try your strength first before talking."

Garen was convinced. Slowly assume the standard posture of Baiyun's fighting skills.

"please."

"The posture is good, it all depends on the strength. Ranked seventeen, don't let me down." Benjamin chuckled and walked over with his hands in a boxing posture.

laugh!

He stretched out his right fist and disappeared instantly, turning into a black line and hitting Garen's chin.

A simple uppercut, but very fast and powerful. Before it hit, Garen felt a slight blast of wind squeezing the skin on his chin.

"What a strong force." Garen's heart moved, and his posture changed instantly. He raised his right elbow forward, just in front of the fist.

Bang!

Fists and elbows collided, and both of them took a step back.

Garen narrowed his eyes and looked across.

"The strength is very strong, it should be close to 2. If this is his normal strength, plus the impact force and speed, this person can exert about the same strength as me. It is indeed very strong. It's just that I am stronger!"

His current strength attribute is 2.45. He doesn't look very good in shape, but his body muscles are very dense. He looks inconspicuous, but when he really explodes, he is much stronger than the average person.

"Kill him Benjamin! Kill him!" The little girl next to Jett suddenly shouted loudly. He raised his fist and waved it like a little girl. "That guy from Baiyun Sect said you were just a piece of shit, and he told you to kill you with one hand!"

"No one will be fooled by such a stupid way to provoke generals." Garen was speechless. His eyes moved to the opposite side.

"Forehead"

He was speechless when he saw the other side.

Benjamin had veins bulging high on his forehead and his eyes were red, obviously he was really angry.

"You kid." He was dressed roughly. "Ba Xing!!"

He roared suddenly, and his fists turned slightly black, changing from his normal dark skin to a jet black color like ink.

"I'm going to hammer you to death!!" Benjamin rushed towards Garen, like a mad rhinoceros, breathing heavily. The arena also made a creaking and overwhelmed noise amidst his dull footsteps.

A straight punch!

Benjamin's fist was like a black metal block, hitting Garen's chest directly. It was as if a heavy, thick hammer was hitting Garen hard.

"Shoot! Charge! Step!"

Garen suddenly made a sound in his mouth, raised his elbow, knocked away his fist, and bumped his body forward, hitting the opponent's chest.

Benjamin's face turned pale, and his body was actually hit and flew backwards.

Garen laughed softly, raised his right foot just in time, and stepped forward violently.

boom!

The ring shook violently, and Benjamin was stepped down from the air by Garen's kick. He lay on the ring foaming at the mouth and passed out.

Gallon used three consecutive moves to directly knock Benjamin down, who had been knocked away, and stepped on the ring.

Baiyun's fighting skills have reached the intermediate level, which can be regarded as a real battle-experienced level. It is too easy to deal with a guy who has not experienced cruel actual combat.

Intermediate Baiyun fighting skills, the four major shapes are interlocked, and the use is natural and quick. He is already very good at using openings and openings in combat. But Benjamin's fighting level was still at the elementary level, the gap was too big, and Garen's fight was over before he even used half of his strength. The opponent's secret weapon had no effect at all.

The whole hall was quiet. The referee on the side of the stage did not expect it to end so quickly. He was stunned for a while and then hurriedly went to the stage to ring the bell.

"Winner! Baiyunmen Gallon! Next game is number 17."

The spectators on the side of the ring finally reacted and came to their senses when they heard the referee's voice, and immediately started making noises. Several people from the Holy Fist Sect hurriedly came to the stage to check Benjamin's condition, and they were relieved when they found that he was fine and had just fainted.

Jette and the girl stood at the door with dull expressions on their faces.

"What a strong fighting skill!" Jett murmured, "Among the disciples I have ever seen, his fighting skill is enough to rank among the top ten!"

The girl who had previously punched and shouted to kill Garen also withered at this time. Even with her level, she could tell that the two sides were not competing at the same level at all.

Watching Garen come down from the stage, straighten his clothes and walk towards the door, the two people quickly gave up their seats.

When Garen passed the two of them, he glanced at the girl. He slowly stretched out his hand and hung it in front of the girl's neck, and shook it suddenly.

"Crack." He imitated the sound of bones breaking.

The girl's body trembled, her whole body trembled, and her face turned pale. Like a pitiful little deer.

"Little guy, you're too young." Garen laughed and walked out of the door, following the waiter outside the door to the 17th arena.

Jeit on the side was also suppressed by the aura deliberately emitted by Garen just now, and he felt like he would be instantly defeated if he moved. I can only watch my junior sister being bullied without daring to take action.

Now that Galen left, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Junior sister, are you okay?" He could actually tell that Garen had no ill intentions towards the little junior sister, and was just a little punishment for her actions just now.

Wow! !

The girl cried loudly, tears streaming down her face.