"So fast?" Lu Fan frowned slightly. Among the other nine arenas, Arena No. 3, the fastest so far, was just a group challenge with the last person in it.
The No. 6 ring he was in was the duel after him. The two are still fighting with no winner.
And in Arena No. 1, even the young master-level champion, Nangong Wuxiu, who is in charge of the arena, is on stage.
This means that the four challengers before him did not have any rest time at all and pushed the battle to the final stage of the group stage as quickly as possible.
"Don't they all need a break?"
Lu Fan frowned and muttered softly.
"Because this is Nangong Wuxiu..."
Wang Shangzhi sat aside and let out a sigh.
"Nangong Wuxiu is known as the most handsome man of our time, and he is also known as the first among the powerful men of the ten major families."
"His talent and progress in martial arts are said to be rare in a century."
"As a powerful man who is less than 30 years old, do you think the four warriors assigned to his group still have the energy to recharge their batteries and want to win these precious four points from him?"
"What's the difference between this and sending yourself to death?"
"It's better to recuperate and wait for the next round of 16 games to see if we can get a better ranking."
Lu Fan nodded when he heard this. The showdown in the group stage does not mean the end of the journey of this ancient martial arts competition.
As long as the points can be ranked in the top 16, there will still be a chance to enter the top 16 competition, continue to fight and strive for a better result.
Therefore, when facing the final opponent who may be a powerful person like Nangong Wuxiu who has no chance of winning, no matter whether he wins or loses, he will be dead or injured in the end, unable to fight again.
It's better to let others get into trouble and step down to recharge your batteries and wait for the next game.
Nangong Wuxiu's opponent is a young strong man who looks to be in his early 20s, but has eight channels of true energy condensed in his body.
This strength cannot be underestimated even in a place like today's ancient martial arts competition where talents are abundant.
"Do you want to fight me?"
Nangong Wuxiu's tone was extremely calm, neither arrogant nor arrogant, just like an ordinary person facing a challenger.
The young man in gray robe stood in front of Nangong Wuxiu holding a short knife, and said in a neither humble nor overbearing tone:
"I know I'm not as strong as you and I can't beat you, but I still want to ask you for some advice. Even if I lose, I must lose with dignity."
The young man comes from a wealthy ancient martial arts family. Although he is not as good as the top ten ancient martial arts families, he still has his own wealthy style.
"Very good, you can take action now."
Nangong Wuxiu's demeanor was extremely calm, and he never showed any emotional fluctuations from beginning to end. He stood there, his temperament fixed there, not moving at all.
"Then you have to be careful!"
The young man in gray robe stabbed out with his short sword. The blade was fierce and devastating, blowing Nangong Wuxiu's hair and robe fiercely.
Nangong Wuxiu, on the other hand, was calm and composed, with his hands behind his back and no fluctuations on his face at all.
A room of electric light and flint.
Nangong Wuxiu suddenly took action and clasped his five fingers on the wrist of the young man in gray robe who was drawing the sword.
Immediately, he raised his left fist and jerked it back.
boom!
He punched out and shattered the air.
The broken air ripples formed a murderous roaring airflow, and suddenly hit the gray-robed young man's chest hard.
puff!
The young man in gray robe looked up to the sky and vomited a mouthful of blood. His body flew out like a kite with its string broken, and fell heavily to the ground. His whole body twitched, accompanied by the sound of crackling bones and shattering bones.
