During the fierce group fight in the A-shaped arena.
Yang Lei, who was on the B-shaped stage, also instantly occupied the stage.
After more than ten games in a row, Yang Lei stood firmly in the center of the ring, and no one was his opponent.
Any warrior who performed well yesterday will have extraordinary strength in the arena today.
The stronger you are, the longer you can occupy the arena.
However, as time goes by, except for the warriors who choose to abstain on their own initiative, the remaining warriors are not weak.
Seeing the fierce fighting in the A-shaped arena, the warriors in the B-shaped arena were also becoming more and more dissatisfied with Yang Lei.
After all, occupying the arena for a long time can also cause some people's mentality to collapse.
"Hey, do you dare to let us come together?"
Finally, someone couldn't help it and shouted to Yang Lei on the stage.
Yang Lei looked calm and looked at the audience, "I don't want to waste too much energy."
As the name suggests, he doesn't want to waste too much energy like Zeng Hao. He still likes to take his time one-on-one.
Everyone in the audience immediately showed dissatisfaction.
Everyone said that Yang Lei was a coward.
Yang Lei said nothing and concentrated on fighting one opponent after another.
On the other side, Zeng Hao, who was in the A-shaped arena, was indeed in a one-to-many situation. His energy was severely depleted, and his spiritual power in his Dantian gradually bottomed out.
This made him sweat profusely and became more and more powerless.
Even if you have a high level of cultivation and a lot of qualifications, if you are besieged by more than a hundred people, your energy will sometimes be wasted.
You must know that among the more than one hundred people, there are many warriors with the eighth level of solid energy realm.
"Go away..."
When the last wave of warriors rushed onto the A-shaped arena, Zeng Hao's aura immediately exploded, and he looked up to the sky and let out a roar.
This roar almost exhausted all his spiritual energy.
In an instant, a soaring aura erupted, and the thick aura was like a huge wave lapping towards the surroundings.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
This wave of warriors immediately vomited blood and flew out under the impact of the air wave.
Zeng Hao restrained his breath, his white robe was already wet with sweat, and his elegant temperament was gone at this moment.
He looked to the left and right, and there was no opponent on the stage.
"Hahaha, I won. I fought from beginning to end. Just asking, who else is there?"
"I, Zeng Hao, am determined to be the prince of this generation."
Zeng Hao looked up to the sky and laughed, his face full of pride.
The scene suddenly erupted into cheers, and other warriors cast their eyes with envy and admiration.
At this moment, Zeng Hao has undoubtedly become the first person in the group named A.
Zhou Yuan stood not far away, looking at this scene with an imperceptible smile on his lips.
The competition is gradually coming to an end.
"The next one is number 357."
In front of the C-shaped arena, a soldier immediately called out the number on Zhou Yuan's bamboo slips.
"Is it finally my turn?" Zhou Yuan walked over slowly and handed the bamboo slip in his hand to the soldier.
The soldier glanced at it, then nodded slightly.
Zhou Yuan walked onto the C-shaped arena.
At this moment, a fat young man was standing on the ring.
This slightly plump young man is at the peak of the eighth level of solid energy and has extraordinary strength. He has lasted in the ring for half a stick of incense and has experienced more than twenty opponents.
However, when Zhou Yuan walked onto the ring and clasped his fists at him.
But this fat young man suddenly bowed and said, "Master Zhou, you should be very powerful. I know that I am not your opponent, so I choose to abstain."
What?
The audience in the audience was suddenly shocked, and they all showed expressions of astonishment.
This fat young man was pretty good, but when he saw that his next opponent was Zhou Yuan, he actually chose to admit defeat.
He didn't even plan to test Zhou Yuan's strength.
Yesterday, when he inspired the Bronze Sacred Tree, Zhou Yuan showed the astonishing aptitude of being "13 feet tall and with thirteen flowers in bloom".
Therefore, today, most people want to take a look at Zhou Yuan's specific strength.
But at this moment, the opponent directly admitted defeat.
Zhou Yuan obviously didn't react and looked at the young man walking down the ring with some surprise.
Then he looked at the soldiers.
The soldier immediately shouted: "Next, No. 358."
Although Zhou Yuan's number is near the end, there are still warriors behind him who have not yet played.
Hearing the sound, a strong warrior walked out of the crowd.
"You're bluffing, let me see how powerful you are." The strong warrior walked onto the ring and stared at Zhou Yuan.
High qualifications do not mean strong strength.
Zhou Yuan's true strength is a mystery in the eyes of most warriors.
"bring it on."
Zhou Yuan spoke calmly, and then his cultivation aura exploded.
"Eight levels? It turns out there are only eight levels. I thought it was so powerful."
Suddenly someone made a mocking sound.
At this moment, many people felt the fluctuations in Zhou Yuan's cultivation and roughly guessed what kind of strength Zhou Yuan was.
"Hahaha, you made me laugh so hard, I really thought you were awesome."
Zeng Hao, who was on the A-shaped arena in the distance, immediately laughed out loud when he saw Zhou Yuan's cultivation, and mocked Zhou Yuan wantonly.
Those who can survive to the end in the second stage are at least in the ninth level of Qi Transformation.
A mere eight-level solid qi person will not be taken seriously by others.
"What, he turned out to be only the Eighth Level Gu Qi. I'm so stupid, I actually chose to admit defeat."
The fat warrior who had just given up voluntarily turned dark at this moment, and his eyes were full of regret.
If he chooses to fight Zhou Yuan, he might win. As long as he can win, he can persist until the end and advance to the third stage and become the son of the nation.
He is so regretful.
On the stage, Zhou Yuan remained calm and turned a deaf ear to the questions and ridicules from the audience.
"You lose."
The strong warrior opposite had a sneer on his face.
His cultivation is released immediately, and it is also the eighth level of Qi consolidation.
Zhou Yuan was puzzled for a while. He had the same cultivation level, but he thought he would lose. Where did the other party get his confidence?
The next moment, the strong warrior immediately rushed towards Zhou Yuan.
And at the same time, he performed a special martial skill, and a ball of light appeared faintly between his fists.
"Mahayana level martial arts?"
Only then did Zhou Yuan see clearly that this was what the other party relied on.
But this is not enough. Physical strength and spiritual strength can determine who wins and who loses among warriors of the same realm.
The moment the strong warrior rushed in front of Zhou Yuan.
Zhou Yuan raised a palm, and there was a faint flash of lightning in his palm. It was the Thunder Cloud Palm that he used, and his palm touched the punch from the strong warrior.
Boom!
Suddenly a dull sound came out.
Everyone in the audience widened their eyes in surprise.
There was a roar, but Zhou Yuan stood firmly on the spot, blocking the strong momentum of the strong warrior.
Before the strong warrior could react, Zhou Yuan struck out with another palm.
This palm hit his chest, and the strong warrior was startled, and his body quickly flew backwards, hitting the ground with a crash.
At the same level, with just one move, the opponent was knocked off the ring.
Seeing this situation, everyone was shocked.
Zhou Yuan looked at the bottom of the ring, and a faint voice came out: "There shouldn't be many of you, so let's all come together."
"Come together? Do you think you are Zeng Hao?"
"That's right, most of the rest of us are at the eighth level of Qi-Consolidating cultivation. Can you beat them?"
Many people showed disdain.
Zhou Yuan smiled slightly and said, "It doesn't matter. If it really doesn't work, you can just choose the strongest one to fight with me."
Everyone was stunned. When Zhou Yuan said this, he didn't take them seriously at all.
"Okay, let's give him a good beating together to dispel his arrogance."
With that said, the warriors rushed onto the ring one by one.
It's really irritating. Zeng Hao said this because he has the qualifications to say this. You, Zhou Yuan, are only at the eighth level of solid qi, why are you so arrogant?
Zhou Yuan didn't bother to explain. Seeing more than a dozen people attacking him, he immediately launched Thunder Cloud Palm.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
These warriors who looked down on Zhou Yuan flew backwards in an instant.
"How is it possible? Why is he so powerful?"
"Obviously we have the same level of cultivation as him, but he feels like a ferocious beast to me."
"His combat power is completely superior to ours."
All the defeated warriors felt Zhou Yuan's terror.
And Zhou Yuan also proved his strength with practical actions.
But from beginning to end, no one could describe Zhou Yuan's specific combat power.
Just when Zhou Yuan and Zeng Hao were taking the lead in their respective arenas, on the other side of the B-shaped arena, Yang Lei, who had always adhered to the one-on-one rule, was punched off the arena by a dark-skinned young man.