After Nangong Aotian sat down, he suddenly felt a familiar aroma wafting out from behind and entering his nose. He couldn't help but feel a turbulence in his heart, but he did not turn around and asked the person next to him, "
Brother, what is the name of this newly established club?"
"Cheetah," the boy said, "You don't even know their names?"
"Haha, something happened these days, so I didn't pay attention," Nangong Aotian said casually.
"We, Dragon Soul, may be in trouble this time." The young man sighed slightly at this time. "Even if we fail this time, we will not let them win so easily."
"What is the approximate order of our competition?" Nangong Aotian asked at this time.
"It's all more casual. Both sides assign people to go on stage." The young man said, "Just follow the leader's instructions."
Nangong Aotian and the boy were talking. At this time, two high-level spiritual instructors came to the stage. One of them had already started to speak. Nangong Aotian knew that the competition was about to begin. He was still a little excited in his heart.
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"We usually send those with lower levels up. When everyone is almost exhausted, only then will the strongest ones go up." The young man said, "But sometimes it depends on the specific situation.
Nangong Aotian probed and found that there were only two strong men in the Dragon Soul who were at the high level of King Wu, and only two were intermediaries from King Wu. The rest were all at the lower level of King Wu. After all, it was only a four-year-old society, and its background was indeed
Not as good as those old-brand societies.
Just as Nangong Aotian was talking to the boy on one side, the competition between the two sides had already begun.
No longer talking, Nangong Aotian and the boy watched the game seriously.
The first person on the Cheetah's side was a high-level king-level strongman, and the one on the Dragon Soul side was also a high-level king-level strongman. After all, if the weak one came up at this time, it would be impossible to resist the people on the Cheetah's side.
attack.
The competition between the two began soon. It was obvious that the two people were of similar strength, and both were strong men at the eighth level of the King's level.
However, the strong man from Dragon Soul had anger in his heart after all. When he went up, he was in a desperate posture and was already a little ahead in terms of momentum. So although the two people were about the same strength, after fighting for nearly ten minutes, Dragon Soul finally...
The senior king class won the victory.
According to the rules of the competition, the victor must not step down. He must continue to accept challenges on the stage until he fails. Therefore, this king-level senior soul did not come down at this time, and tried his best to restore his strength on the stage.
There wasn't much suspense in the next competition. The one from Cheetah was still a high-level king. But the Martial King from Dragon Soul was already very tired. After five minutes, he finally couldn't hold on and was defeated.
"The situation is not optimistic anymore." The boy on the side said worriedly. Nangong Aotian didn't say anything and continued to watch the game.
In the following time, after the opponent lost two high-level king-level masters, the two high-level king-level masters on Dragon Soul's side were also defeated. The faces of Dragon Soul's people became a little ugly at this time. After all,
At this time, the remaining people are not very strong anymore.
But there is nothing the Dragon Soul can do at this time. There is a big difference in strength between king-level masters. But now there are no high-level king-level people in the Dragon Soul.
Liu Dingguo also knew that he was likely to be completely defeated by the opponent today.
At this time, there was still a senior king-level person standing on the opponent's stage. Liu Dingguo had no choice but to let two intermediate king-level people come on the stage. Although the senior king-level person had already fought, he still put the two
The middle-level king-level person was defeated.
Next, Wang Yong went up. Although Wang Yong's strength was only at the third level of King Level, he was a member of Class 0-0 after all. He had some high-level fighting skills that could improve his strength.
"My name is Wang Yong." Wang Yong looked at the young man in his twenties with little fear on his face.
"You are a special admissions student from Class 00, haha." The man was very arrogant. "I want to see what is so special about you special admissions students."
"Then you just wait." Wang Yong's eyes flashed coldly.
After all, Cheetah, a high-ranking king-level player, had fought three games in a row. At this time, his fighting spirit had actually been greatly consumed. However, he was very confident in himself and was not worried that he would fail. After all, Wang Yong only had the strength of the third-level king level.
When the senior king-level official heard what the martial artist on the stage was saying, he raised his sword and rushed towards Wang Yong.
Seeing the fierceness of the opponent's approach, Wang Yong did not rush towards him. Instead, he took out a spiritual sword and rushed towards the opponent.
"This should be an intermediate level fighting skill." Nangong Aotian thought to himself as he looked at the power of Wang Yong's move.
Soon, the two spiritual weapons collided together. Wang Yong took four or five steps back before stopping, while the king-level senior took a step back. It seemed that he still had a considerable advantage.
Wang Yong, who had taken four or five steps back, raised the sword in his hand. Immediately, momentum surged out of him. The sword kept shaking in the air.
"Hmph, advanced fighting skills at the Earth level?" The Cheetah King said disdainfully, "Do you think the gap between us can be bridged with fighting skills?"
Wang Yong looked at the arrogant man in front of him and said nothing. He concentrated on gathering his fighting spirit.
Seeing Wang Yong's appearance, the high-ranking king couldn't help but feel annoyed. He raised the sword in his hand and roared, and struck Wang Yong directly.
Seeing that his sword was about to hit Wang Yong's body, Wang Yong, who had been motionless with his sword, suddenly took a step forward. He had already reached the side of the king-level master, and then he struck out with his sword.
Then he struck down the king-level master.
"Hmph!!" The king-level master snorted softly, quickly turned around and faced Wang Yong with his sword.
His idea is very simple. As long as he can withstand a few swords from Wang Yong, he can win. After all, high-level fighting skills consume fighting energy, Wang Yong will not be able to use them a few times, and his strength is much higher than Wang Yong, so although
He has already fought twice, but he is still very confident.
However, Wang Yong's sword seemed to be just a feint, and the sword seemed to have only momentum but no strength.
"Hey," Nangong Aotian looked at this sword. His heart moved, "What's so clever about this sword? It's not a feint at all from the movement and momentum."
Wang Yong on the stage had only momentum but no power with his sword, so it was easy for him to withdraw his power. He saw that Wang Yong's half-cut sword suddenly stopped. And Wang Yong's body once again took a step diagonally, reaching that point again.
The king-level master then raised his sword and struck it straight down. His momentum was still extraordinary.
The king had already used a lot of force with his previous sword, so he couldn't retreat halfway. In panic, he backed away to one side. But it was already too late.
At a very fast speed, Wang Yong's sword struck straight down. At this time, the king had to lift his sword to block, but at this time, it was too late to gather his fighting spirit. He was immediately shocked by Wang Yong's sword.
Four or five steps.
Wang Yong succeeded with the sword. Although he felt that the fighting energy in his body was greatly consumed, he did not stop for a moment, and struck the king-level master who was still retreating with another sword with the same power.
At this time, the king-level master took six or seven steps back again and reached the edge of the ring.
At this time, Wang Yong did not care about the empty fighting spirit in his body, raised the sword in his hand, and quickly stabbed towards the king-level master. Although this sword was not as powerful as the previous two swords, it was faster than before.
.And the king-level master was attacked twice in a row, and his retreating posture continued.
Just as he stood firm, the king-level master saw the tip of the sword shaking in front of his eyes. He had already forgotten everything else and took another step back. Of course, this step was in the air. Then he fell directly off the high platform.
Looking at Wang Yong on the stage, Nangong Aotian was a little impressed.
Nangong Aotian could feel that Wang Yong's advanced earth-level fighting skill was able to temporarily control the energy from leaking, and it did not explode until it was used. And it seemed that if this fighting skill was used continuously, it was only the first time.
When the fighting spirit was condensed a little slower, the speed of gathering fighting spirit for the second time would become very fast. What impressed Nangong Aotian even more was that Wang Yong seemed to have formulated a combat strategy as soon as he came on the field. And it was obvious.
The strategy was successful.
Wang Yong, who was on the stage, already felt that a lot of his fighting spirit had been consumed. While trying his best to restore his fighting spirit, he looked at Liu Dingguo helplessly.
Liu Dingguo also knew that the situation in front of him was a bit bad, but he had no choice at this time. He just sighed helplessly in his heart.
At this time, Nangong Aotian seemed to hear Liu Mengying behind him sighing lowly. For some reason, Nangong Aotian suddenly had the urge to rush to the stage. He wanted to go up and chop up the senior king-level lady.
The urge to go off stage.
Of course, he didn't do this.
Next, Cheetah went up to a high-ranking king-level strongman. His strength was at the seventh level of the king-level.
Although Wang Yong was very powerful, after fighting this seventh-level king-level master for more than ten rounds, his sword finally flew out of his hands and he was defeated. He walked out of the arena helplessly.
At this time, almost everyone, including Liu Dingguo, believed that the Dragon Soul Society would be completely defeated in this competition.
Liu Dingguo looked at Nangong Aotian and the others, as if he didn't know what to say.
At this time, Nangong Aotian heard another slight sigh behind him. He didn't know why he suddenly turned around, looked at the pretty beauty with an ugly face in front of him, and said in a low voice, "We will not fail."
After saying that, he stood up and walked towards Sun Yifeng and Li Changfeng on the side.
She never expected that the person who had never taken her seriously would suddenly turn around and talk to her. After hearing Nangong Aotian's low voice, Liu Mengying didn't know why. There was an emotion deep in her heart that was not very strong at first.
It filled her heart instantly, and that feeling made her a little flustered and a little warm. She was stunned for a moment, and just asked herself in her heart, "Does he care about me?"
Nangong Aotian didn't know that his simple words would make Liu Mengying stay there. At this time, he had already walked to Sun Yifeng and Li Changfeng.
"Aotian." The two of them were a little surprised when they saw Nangong Aotian walking over, "What are you doing here?"
They are actually very confident in their own strength, and they believe even more in Nangong Aotian's strength. Therefore, although they also believe that the situation is not good for them, they do not think that their side will definitely fail.
"Didn't you just learn that trick?" Nangong Aotian looked at them and said, "Now is the best time to practice."
"Hey, we will definitely give those guys a big surprise?" Sun Yifeng said confidently.
"You have four moves in a row now. How many times can you use them in a short period of time?" Nangong Aotian suddenly asked.
"I guess it's just two times. Any more would be a bit reluctant." Sun Yifeng thought for a while and said.
"That's good, they only have three high-ranking kings now, and the one on the stage has already consumed some strength. Three moves are enough." Nangong Aotian thought for a while and said.
"Haha, I'll go ahead and take care of these three high-ranking kings first." Li Changfeng said suddenly.
"That's fine. The remaining intermediate king levels are up to us." Nangong Aotian thought for a while and said.