"After the first round of selection, the quota of disciples who will finally enter the second round of competition will be announced one by one."
Feng Yu looked around and saw all the disciples' faces filled with excitement and anticipation. He no longer hesitated and raised his voice.
Next, the elder of the foreign government read out the quotas for the fifty people one by one.
"Sister, I have also entered the second round." Mo Qing'er heard her name appear at the last moment, her face turned red and she said excitedly.
Mo Hongyu also smiled happily. Even if they could enter the second round, they would not be ranked, but their status in the foreign government would be far from what it used to be.
In the Dragon Mansion, martial arts are respected. Only by proving one's strength and talent can one obtain training resources and gain the status he deserves.
When the quota of 50 people entering the second round was announced, many disciples looked regretful and sighed: "This is the second time I have participated in the Waifu Competition. I didn't expect that I still fell in the first round. Look.
My qualifications are indeed very poor."
"What junior brother said is really nonsense!"
"I wonder what you think, senior brother?"
"Not only do you have poor qualifications, you also have poor strength!"
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Hearing words like this, Yun Mo's lips curled up silently, and he stood with his hands behind his back, looking calmly at the center of the high platform.
"The second round of this outer palace competition, the ring battle, is about to begin. I and the inner palace elders will be here to watch you and witness who among the fifty of you is the evil genius who is soaring and conquering everything!"
Feng Yu's words were like a fire starting a prairie fire, instantly igniting all the disciples on the stage.
The fiery fighting spirit hidden in everyone's body completely exploded under Feng Yu's words, and all their aura was released at this moment. Some of the weaker disciples could even feel a sense of oppression.
"I believe that the performance of each of you will not disappoint this palace master. Without further ado, the arena battle will officially begin!"
Wow!
As soon as the words fell, ten figures suddenly shot out from the place below the high platform and landed on the ring.
"Brother Yun, do you think my sister can win this time?" Mo Qing'er puffed up her face and looked in the direction of the ring, with a hint of worry in her eyes.
Hearing the sound, Yun Mo followed Mo Qing'er's gaze, paused for a while and said, "We can win."
"That's great!" Mo Qing'er waved her arms and said excitedly.
"But... there is a chance that you will be injured. In the next round, you probably won't be able to fight anymore."
Yun Mo narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a deep voice.
As soon as these words came out, Mo Qing'er's mood dropped again. She did not doubt Yun Mo's words, but calmly moved her eyes to the ring where Mo Hongyu was.
Not far away, the fight between two figures instantly caught Yun Mo's attention. He saw a man in linen clothes fighting with a man with a broken arm.
The man with the broken arm was clearly Chi Ye.
What puzzled Yun Mo was that the aura of the man in sackcloth was just entering the late stage of the spiritual realm, but he was able to completely suppress Chi Ye. It could even be said that Chi Ye had been passively beaten.
Yun Mo looked at the movements of the man in sackcloth, with some unknown colors flashing in his eyes.
As time passed by, just as Yun Mo expected, Chiye finally lost to the Mai man and was eliminated in the first round.
The onlookers were also extremely surprised by the sudden appearance of this man in linen clothes. Although Chiye had broken his right arm, if he didn't encounter Yanagi's level of strength, there would be no problem in entering the top thirty.
Unexpectedly, Chiye was unexpectedly defeated at the hands of an unknown person.
Everyone looked at the man in sackcloth blankly, extremely curious about the identity of the man in sackcloth. However, there were so many disciples in the outer palace. Most of the disciples in the outer palace were practicing outside all year round, and would only return home when encountering major events.
After the man in sackcloth stepped off the ring, everyone consciously vacated a space. He looked indifferent, sat cross-legged, and began to practice.
Yun Mo watched this scene happen and couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth. He originally thought that he had practiced diligently enough, but compared with the man in sackcloth today, he was really nothing.
"Qing'er." A wisp of blood spilled from the corner of Mo Hongyu's mouth, apparently slightly injured.
"Sister, please sit down quickly." Mo Qing'er said, took out a pill from her arms and asked Mo Hongyu to take it.
Seeing this scene, Yun Mo's eyes sharpened and he said slowly: "Miss Mo, you'd better not participate in the next competition, otherwise the injury is likely to be aggravated."
After hearing the sound, Mo Hongyu thought for a long time before softly saying: "That's fine."
She also understands her own strength, and being in the top thirty is enough for her.
Next, after Yun Mo took the stage, his opponent gave up and left without saying a word. Yun Mo was completely unfazed by this.
The people watching the battle below the stage also nodded as they should. After all, Yun Mo's strength is there. He killed Han Haoyun on the stage of life and death, and cut off Chi Ye's arm in the first round of the competition. With such strength, except for Liu Chengzhi,
Besides, they really couldn't think of anyone who could be Yun Mo's opponent.
Seeing Yun Mo enter the top thirty so easily, Mo Qing'er couldn't help but pursed her red lips and smiled silently. She herself also abstained because she met Liucheng.
Time is like running water, passing by silently.
After a series of fierce competitions, the top thirty were soon determined.
At this time, the setting sun was like blood, shining in the mid-air, but the atmosphere in the entire Dragon Mansion did not diminish at all, but became more and more lively.
"Brother Yun, the foreign competition will be held continuously, and everyone will not leave until the winner of the competition is determined."
Mo Hongyu saw the doubt flashing deep in Yun Mo's eyes, straightened up and slightly opened her red lips.
"Yes, when night falls, we will light a bonfire and continue fighting." Mo Qing'er tilted her head and explained following Mo Hongyu's words.
Yun Mo nodded and had some calculations in his mind. It seemed that the foreign competition was more interesting than he thought.
At this moment, a deep voice sounded and fell into Yun Mo's ears.
After the words fell, the man in linen clothes slowly stood up, jumped up, and landed on the ring.
"It turns out that this person is called Chen Jiu, and he is quite extraordinary."
Yun Mo murmured and his eyes fell on the man in linen.
Chen Jiu seemed to feel something, and turned around to meet Yun Mo's eyes, but the next moment, both of them withdrew their gazes in a tacit understanding.
"It's really strange that such a look of deathly silence appears on a young man."
Yun Mo's pupils shrank, his eyebrows furrowed, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.
What Yun Mo didn't see was that when he withdrew his gaze, Chen Jiu's eyes looked at Yun Mo again, and there were a little waves in his dead eyes.
Without any surprise, Chen Jiu once again defeated his opponent with a crushing force. This performance shocked everyone, because his opponent had already reached the peak of the late spiritual realm.
Everyone looked at Chen Jiu with burning eyes, looking very surprised at this young genius who suddenly appeared.
The next moment, a voice echoed through the high platform, making everyone look sideways.
"No. 5 Arena, Yun Mo, Liu Feng!"
Wow!
Hearing Yun Mo's name, everyone let out another burst of surprise.
Yun Mo didn't think much, he stamped his feet, and under the gaze of countless eyes, his figure flew to the stage.
At the same time, Liu Feng, who was wearing a light blue military robe, suddenly stood opposite Yun Mo. Their eyes met, and there were faint sparks flying.
"Yun Mo, others may be afraid of you, but I am not." Liu Feng's eyes narrowed and he looked at Yun Mo with a heavy gaze.
"Well, let's take action then!"
Yun Mo stood with his hands behind his hands, his expression indifferent, feeling a little baffled by this man's inexplicable hostility.
"Yun Mo, you are really arrogant!"
After the words fell, Liu Feng's eyes flashed with anger, and he took the lead to take action. He stepped hard on the table with the soles of his feet. As his spiritual power surged, his body seemed to turn into a stream of light. He raised his right arm, condensed his five fingers into a fist, and walked straight towards Yun Mo.
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"Luofeng Fist!"
boom!
He punched out, and there was a sharp cracking sound in the air.
The power of the punch continued to amplify in Yun Mo's eyes, and he stepped out diagonally, like a dragon swimming in the river, and easily avoided the punch.
Liu Feng's heart froze. He never thought that Yun Mo would fall under his punch. In an instant, Liu Feng adjusted his mentality. While turning sideways, he punched Yun Mo in the face again.
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The fist roared forward, Yun Mo frowned slightly, purple spiritual power circulated around his body, and he also punched out.
boom!
Kick, kick, kick!
Liu Feng, who had the upper hand, retreated continuously during the confrontation. After steadying his body, Liu Feng's eyes darkened.