All passengers who participated in the commander's assessment arrived in front of a square in the palace at the same time.

“Number everyone.”

A humanoid projection appeared and acted as the on-site host.

"After the number is completed, please vote No. 119 against player No. 1; vote No. 118 against player No. 2..."

Because they were 119 passengers, they were promoted directly by one person in single order. The remaining sixty groups of contestants were divided into five groups and fought on the ten arenas in the square one after another.

"I can encounter such a thing without fighting, but I can still encounter it. This is really good luck."

Sitting on the seats around the square with a smile, Lin Hao himself never expected that he would be the luckiest guy among the more than 100 people in the first round.

"Um?"

With his eyebrows raised slightly, Lin Hao exclaimed lightly, and was surprised to find that there were actually acquaintances among the more than one hundred people.

"The prince is the way!"

Recalling what Ji Ming said to him in his mind, Lin Hao couldn't help but sit upright and stare at the man with a light face not far away.

"It's on the field."

With a gentle murmur, Lin Hao tried to see his methods, but what disappointed him was that the opponent of the Human Prince was too weak and he didn't see any moves. The guy fell to the ground with a tragic face.

"Is this? Emotional Attack?"

After careful consideration, Lin Hao still found Daoye's attack method.

"Ji Ming once said that this guy's Seven Emotions Sword has been refined and perfected. Just now, I think it was his heart sword that split the opponent's source of fear and made him lose without fighting." He murmured, Lin Hao analyzed the fighting methods of the human prince. At the same time, he was thinking, if Dao also used a similar method to attack him, how should he deal with it.

"Emotional attacks are different from illusion attacks. illusion makes you think it is real, but emotional attacks can be completely simulated. The Sword of Seven Emotions can be happy, angry, worried, thought, sad, fear, and shocked. Once you are killed, unless your will is extremely tenacious, it is impossible to break free from that kind of emotion."

This can be seen from the opponent before that, if you can break through the saint and pass the previous two levels, your weakest and weakest will is thousands of times stronger than an ordinary person. But in this way, when you were caught off guard, you will lose the power of resistance directly. The emotional attack is difficult to eliminate, you can imagine.

"If you want to defeat him, you can only take the initiative and knock him off before he can use the Seven Emotional Sword."

In his mind, Lin Hao was considering how to deal with the Seven Emotional Sword. However, just as he was considering these, three more passengers on the ring attracted his attention.

A guy on the second arena, who was strong and like a demon and beast, was extremely fierce and forced to tear his opponent in half.

Although all passengers projected the battle through the train's last strength assessment through the train's unique device, the effect of being attacked is no different from the effect on the body. Moreover, more importantly, this torn psychological impact will be directly fed back to the passengers.

Therefore, although the passengers will not die no matter how fierce the battle is, the trauma of the soul and spiritual body will last forever. People with a slightly weak will may even have no progress from now on.

"It's really cruel."

Lin Haoji frowned slightly, but he didn't like such a guy.

With his eyes flowing, he looked at the thin man holding two swords in the ring No. 6.

"This man's attack is so weird."

Although he was not on the ring, Lin Hao could clearly see that the man's attack speed was not fast, but the speed of the knife that slashed at his opponent was unimaginable. No, it could not be said to be fast, because on the surface, it was more like the opponent who automatically sent his neck under the knife and was voluntarily killed by him.

“Slow? Fast?”

Lin Hao murmured and thought to himself.

"This is a kind of artistic conception!" After a moment, Lin Hao came to the conclusion.

"Using artistic conception to influence the opponent, his attack speed is always the same, but when it falls into the opponent's eyes, it is slow first and then fast, creating an illusion of being caught off guard, so that when the knife reaches the opponent, the opponent has no reaction, as if he deliberately sends his neck under his knife."

His eyes were slightly brighter, and Lin Hao looked at the thin man, his eyes shining.

"I can also study this kind of artistic conception. One knife is fast, one knife is slow, and two swords rotate. It is impossible to prevent enemies who can be killed." This is indeed a valuable discovery, but where should this artistic conception start? It will take Lin Hao and that person to know before they know.

"It's a pity that Wandao Hou is not a pure human race. He is born to be good at fighting with his own talents and has no understanding of artistic conception. Otherwise, I should have already had some insights in this aspect." Lin Hao sighed lightly, not complaining, but feeling it's a pity, but he didn't discover the artistic conception and its wonderful uses earlier.

After watching the thin man's battle, Lin Hao found another person who was particularly fierce during the fifth batch of battles.

It was a European woman in her twenties, with blonde hair and blue eyes, wearing white armor, holding a sharp sword, like an imperial knight.

Unlike Lin Hao, she was very lucky. Not only did she not draw a bye, she also encountered a difficult role. However, in the end, the woman cut off the guy's head with one knife and advanced to the second round.

“Number of all remaining passengers.”

Numbered again. This time, Lin Hao lost his previous luck, and the number was forty-five. He needed to meet the passenger numbered fifteen, a short dark-skinned man.

In addition, the people who have attracted much attention from Lin Hao are still lucky. They have no share in the forage. They are allocated to each other to fight, or they are ready to fight or still start fighting.

Because the number of people has been reduced by half, there are only three batches of battle this time.

Lin Hao was ranked second, namely the group behind the King of Prince Daoye and the fast and slow swordsman.

"Boy, you were lucky enough to take a bye in the last round, but this round happened to me. I really don't know whether your luck is good or bad." Hehe laughed strangely, the short man with dark skin was obviously very confident in his strength.

Lin Hao chuckled, didn't answer, just waved his hand and slashed.

Swish!

With one knife, the stars whistled.

In an instant, the entire ring was occupied by Xingchen, and the short man with dark skin was directly squeezed out of the ring by Xingchen.

"Cross Lin Haosheng."

The host judged that Lin Hao's spiritual projection dissipated and his body sat back on the seats around the square.

In the third batch, the burly man who was like a demon and a beast still tore his opponent apart while having an absolute advantage. The woman like an imperial knight was lucky enough to meet a passenger with a weak strength, so she easily won and entered the top 31.

“All remaining personnel start numbering.”

The host said for the third time that thirty-one passengers were bye bye and divided into fifteen groups.

"Haha, good luck."

The Prince Dao of the People also inherited the luck of the previous person and became the third and last person who qualified by bye.

"Yes, you will always meet mine."

The female knight snorted coldly, but did not yell, because she knew very well that no matter how much she said, it was better to do it. As long as she really suppressed her, she could say any insulting words without restraint.

Lin Hao was not clear about the grudges between the two, and of course, he was not interested.

His opponent in this round is completely opposite to the one in the previous round. He is a tall white man, but the two have exactly the same personalities, arrogant and rebellious.

"Don't even think of pushing me out of the ring."

The white man snorted coldly, but before he finished speaking, he saw Lin Hao wave his knife.

"Seven Killing Styles, the line of heaven and earth!"

Tear!

The space breaks, and one knife breaks through the air.

Then, a round of burning stars roared out, bombarding and killing the white man directly.

"The top 16 is here, the real battle is about to really begin."

With a gentle murmur, Lin Hao looked around at the fifteen people around him, and knew that from now on, the real battle would break out.

There is no bye or one-sword kill. No matter how you want to defeat anyone, you have to pay a certain price.

(I haven't asked for a vote for a long time, I've been asking for a reward, and I shouted twice with a roll knife)
Chapter completed!