Chapter 459 Is No. 31 so Good?
From the second round, the elimination battle.
One-on-one decisive battle, simple and agile, only depends on strength.
Moreover, an occasional performance is useless, because the new wind battle is a continuous battle, not only depends on explosive power, but also depends on durability. Entering the real Niemo world, fighting with the monsters and demons, one-on-one battles are rare, and they are often group battles.
"Draw a number ball." Lin Feng looked forward.
The battle table is clearly arranged in order, No. 1 vs. No. 2, No. 3 vs. No. 4... No. 31 vs. No. 32, the winner of No. 1 and No. 2 in the next round will face the winner of No. 3 and No. 4, and so on. If you want to win the crown of Xinfeng Disciple, you need to win five games in a row.
"Huh?" Lin Feng's eyes lit up.
On the battle table, there are no names below all the numbers, except for numbers 1 and 17, which have been decided in advance.
No. 1 Wang Hui, No. 17 Tie Yun.
"The strongest geniuses in District 1 and District 2." Lin Feng's eyes flashed with enthusiasm.
The numbers of the two can be separated, one is in the upper half and the other is in the lower half. It is a kind of protection to avoid meeting before the decisive battle.
"number 2!"
"Number 18!!"
...
All the disciples booed one after another.
The 30 disciples who advanced to the second round took number balls one by one. Whenever the disciples from the first district drew, the disciples from the second district booed; As for the disciples of the third district, the entire army had already been wiped out, and there was silence at the moment, and they glanced at the elated fourth district from time to time, with ugly expressions on their faces.
very nervous.
The same is true for the disciples who draw number balls.
From their own point of view, no one is willing to draw No. 2 and No. 18. There is a reward for entering the top sixteen; entering the top eight. The rewards are more generous; every step forward in the new wind war, you can get a lot of rewards.
Lin Feng was the 15th draw.
Compared with other people, he wants to draw these two numbers more, but many things often backfire, and the probability of this is not very high. It's not his turn yet. A young man with a pale complexion looked at the number ball No. 2 in his hand, wanting to cry without tears.
around,
Booing again and again.
soon--
It was Lin Feng's turn.
"Number 18!" "Number 18!"... All the disciples in the third district shouted loudly, the worst thing was to see the good of the fourth district, and the voices of the second district were also mixed in. The Lu Jie defeated by Lin Feng was a disciple of the second district. Because of this battle, the second district was often ridiculed and ridiculed by the first district.
"No. 32." Guardian Dongxie, who was in charge of drawing lots, reported the number.
The booing crowd suddenly felt like a frustrated ball, disappointed, and No. 32 fell to the bottom of the lower half. To meet No. 17 Iron Meteor, at least one has to go to the semi-finals. The preparatory disciples in the fourth district were excited, obviously Lin Feng had drawn a good lottery.
"What are you happy about!"
"That's right, is it possible that you all thought this kid could make it to the semi-finals?"
"How can you kill a chicken with a sledgehammer, let's see how he loses in the next game!"
All the disciples in the three districts shouted loudly.
All of them had red eyes, wishing to see Lin Feng fail miserably.
…
"No. 32." Lin Feng smiled.
This is a good number, and I am also ranked thirty-second under the teacher. Looking at his name printed on the battle table, it seems that there is a lot of distance from No. 17 Iron Meteor. It doesn't matter to Lin Feng, the first few battles... should be warmed up.
"31!" "No. 31!" There was another voice in the field.
Whenever a district disciple goes to draw lots. The rest of the disciples in the first district shouted number 31, hoping to meet the weakest opponent and advance to the top 16 smoothly. Lin Feng saw it, and smiled dumbly, looking at the excited expression of the disciple who finally drew the No. 31 ball, those who didn't know thought he won the championship.
"Number 31..."
"Is it that good?"
…
Short break.
Finish drawing numbered balls. The second round of 16 battles will start directly, and the four arenas will start fighting at the same time. It won't take long. The rules are basically the same as the first round, if you are seriously injured or fall out of the ring, you will lose. Do not take the other party's life.
"Wang Hui!" "Wang Hui!"...Everyone in the area shouted.
Including all the disciples in the three districts, they also encouraged Xiefengtang, a unparalleled genius in the world. At only 22 years old, he was already at the ninth level of the Qiyun stage. Extraordinary.
On the contrary, the disciples in the second district remained silent.
Even though the No. 2 disciple who was fighting Wang Hui was from the second district, everyone knew...there was no suspense in this battle.
"The strongest genius in the first district." Lin Feng's pupils flickered.
"It took seven months to integrate a set of sword techniques."
"Cultivate the holy energy of light, and...the holy energy of wood, a kind of energy of heaven and earth, a kind of energy of five elements, light is heavy on speed, heavy on power; wood is heavy on support and heavy on defense."
Lin Feng looked at the competition ring, and in just five seconds, Wang Hui had already won. It's not that the opponent's strength is weak. Those who can advance to the second round are at least at the fourth level of the Qi Cloud Stage, but Wang Hui is the existence of the ninth stage of the Qi Cloud Stage, and his level is completely suppressed.
"I haven't seen the use of wood's holy energy yet."
"But his holy aura of light is at the same level as my holy aura of Yaoguang."
"Furthermore, his saber technique is extremely light and fast, and his power explodes with the speed of the saber. It should be the same for the saber moves that are supposed to be fused."
Lin Feng nodded.
For now, that's all I can see.
After all, the battle ended too quickly. As Wang Hui advanced, the fifth group of battles began immediately. Lin Feng swept through the four arenas and paid attention to each battle. For him, this is a good learning opportunity, especially for most of the disciples, the realm of swordsmanship is at the ninth level.
Like Wang Hui, he is a master of the Ninth Realm.
Watching them fight, you can see the use of a lot of mystery, the exquisiteness of the sword technique, and the heart is touched.
"Look, how serious you are preparing disciples."
"That is, he is studying the next round of opponents, how can he not be serious?"
"Hahaha!"
...
In the third district, there were constant taunts.
Lin Feng turned a blind eye, watching the evenly matched battles, and gained a lot, especially the perception of the sword state. After repeated discussions with Li Ge and Wang Shen, his sword art state has already reached the peak of the eighth state. Breaking through the Ninth Realm is only one point away from the opportunity.
"Oh?" Lin Feng's eyes lit up.
As the group battles progressed, the schedule soon passed halfway, and the strongest player in the second district, 'Iron Meteor', appeared on the stage.
Thirty years old, he is much more mature than other disciples, his saber skills are mature and decisive, as stable as Mount Tai, and he also directly crushed his opponent to win. In particular, Lin Feng's heart was touched again and again by the level of swordsmanship that was so disdainful to all the participating disciples. In terms of combat prowess, he is only slightly inferior to Wang Hui at the eighth level of Qi Yun stage.
Sword technique, the pinnacle of the ninth realm!
"After three games, I will be able to fight him!" Lin Feng looked forward to it.
soon--
As the battles ended, promotion places appeared one by one.
Finally reached the end of the second round, which is the last battle.
"No. 31 Wang Zhihong, to No. 32 Lin Feng!" Dongxie's voice resounded deeply.
...(to be continued)