Chapter II

Matt's strength suddenly stunned the rest of the people in the tenth competition field, and more than 300 of them gathered to attack Matt alone, but until now, even Matt's body has not been touched, and his side has lost nearly 100 good players at once.

If it goes on like this, I'm afraid that it will be really bad for me and the others, so wouldn't the nine people who stayed in the end be able to advance directly, and suddenly, everyone's same thoughts appeared in everyone's hearts almost at the same time, and everyone listened almost instantly, and did not attack Matt again.

"Hey, father, what's going on, why did they all stop?" Anne was watching Matt burst into flames, when suddenly, seeing that everyone had stopped, she was a little unhappy.

"Hehe, they know that they are no match for Matt, but they are selfish that after being defeated by Matt, they will cheapen others, so they all stagnate," McGonagall said to Anne with a smile.

"Oh, doesn't that mean they can't beat Matt?"

"Well," McGonagall smiled, looking at Anne with a kind face.

Suddenly, Anne seemed to realize something, and quickly pretended to be angry and said, "Hmph, it's too cheap for him"

"Haha", McGonagall didn't explain this, just smiled and turned her attention back to Matt and the others on the stage.

At this time, Matt stood with his sword in his hand, and around him were the remaining more than 200 saints who came to participate in the competition, only to see that they were stagnant one by one, although they were holding weapons, none of them dared to make any more moves against Matt.

"Hehe, how's it going, do you still want to do it?" said Matt, smiling and looking at the crowd.

Everyone looked at each other, and from each other's eyes, they saw only the same fear as themselves.

Matt continued to speak, "You better fight by yourself, I won't join you, as for any of you who don't want to deal with me for a long time, I naturally don't mind."

Sure enough, Matt's words gave everyone hope, but no one did it for a while.

suddenly

"Ah" A sage finally took the lead, and the whole scene suddenly became chaotic again.

"Hey, that's what it looks like" Matt smiled as he looked at the crowd fighting.

......

Finally, the final 100 people competed, and among them, Barisse and Brandt were among them.

"Haha, I knew that you kid would definitely be able to come out" As soon as he saw Matt, Barrett came up to greet him familiarly.

"Hehe, aren't you too," Matt laughed too.

"Hey, where can I compare with you, I heard that your kid can fight more than 300 people alone, and in the end, they didn't dare to fight back, and he solved more than 100 people alone" It seems that Matt's prestige has spread all over the ten competition venues.

"It's really worthy of the strength of a first-class saint king"

At this time, a guard came out, "Congratulations to you for being able to stand out from the 3,600 contestants who participated in the competition, today's competition, this is the end, we will have a second competition tomorrow, the second round of the competition, will be a knockout round, the rules are very simple, and then two people who participated in the competition to recruit relatives went through the competition, the winner entered the next round, and the loser, sorry, you have missed the next round"

"Next, someone will take you down to rest, I wish you all a good dream"

"Hmph, useless thing, actually injured by Matt?" In a mansion of Lan Feiling, a man smashed the teacup in his hand and scolded angrily.

"Uncle, with Matt, I can't marry Miss Anne," complained a young man in front of a man, and this young man was Brandt.

"Hmph, don't worry, no matter what, I'll let you marry her," the man said to Brandt.

At this moment, an old servant hurried in.

"What's the matter, so panicked," the man said dissatisfiedly when he saw the person running in.

"My lord, it's not good, it's not good, Wag is dead," the old servant who ran in said to the man.

"Wag is dead, dead is dead," the man said disdainfully.

"But, my lord, when Wag came back, he was not dead, so how could he die suddenly?" said the old servant.

"Huh?"

"Wag had just died suddenly, and it was impossible for Wag to die from his injuries, it must have been done by that Matt," said the old servant.

"Yes, yes, uncle, it must have been that Matt's trick, he has already fouled and killed someone, we can go and report him and make him disqualified from the competition" Brandt immediately shouted when he heard the old servant's words.

And the man just looked at Brandt, and then snorted coldly, "Hmph, useless thing"

Hearing the man's words, Brant suddenly shrank his head and didn't dare to speak again.

"Now go and report that Matt killed someone, do you have any evidence? Hmph, I didn't expect this Matt to really have a way"

"Uncle, what should I do, with Matt here, I can't do it at all," Brandt said anxiously.

"Don't worry, I have a way, you go back first, it's been a while since you came out"

"It's uncle, then I'll trouble you"

After saying that, Brant left, and the man looked at Brant's departing figure, shook his head, and sighed again, as if he was really his own child.

After a night of silence, Matt and the others slept in the accommodation arranged by McGonagall, one room for two people, exactly fifty rooms, and Matt and Barrisse in one room.

Morning

Everyone came together, followed by the breakfast arranged by McGonagall, which was really good and thoughtful.

The breakfast was very rich, but except for Matt and Barisse, no one else ate much, and today is the second round, so everyone is still very nervous.

"Hey, I said they don't eat it, if they don't eat, how can they have the strength to fight today"

"Hey, who is as easy as you, they are all worried"

"Worried about what?" asked Matt, curious.

"I'm worried about meeting you today"

"Oh" Matt nodded, not speaking again.

Soon, everyone was taken to a new arena, and in the middle of the arena, a new ring had been set up.

At this moment, the guard from yesterday came up again, carrying a wooden box in his hand.

"Hello everyone, the second round of the competition is about to begin, below, in this wooden box, there will be your respective names present, I will randomly select two people in it, and come to the stage for the competition"

As he spoke, the guard prepared to make a move, and everyone below also focused their eyes on the wooden box at the same time, with a nervous look on their faces, some of them had begun to pray secretly, even Matt, but what he prayed was different from what ordinary people prayed for.

Soon, with the movements of the guards, groups of people who competed appeared.

"Nidi, Karl" group 1

"Elliot, Danny" Group 2

......

Matt was placed in the thirty-seventh group, and the opposite person was a fourth-level sage, called Kos, and when he heard that he was going to face Matt, he fainted.

It seems that Matt's reputation has spread among the people completely.

With the end of the draw, different looks flashed on everyone's faces, and the weak opponents were drawn, all with smiles on their faces, correspondingly, those who were drawn stronger than themselves were all with a straight face, as for those who were equal in strength

Matt didn't get his wish, although it was a pity, but Matt didn't complain, and Barry's opponent was a fifth-level sage, with his strength as a seventh-level sage, naturally there was no problem, and Blatter was lucky, and he was the only **** sage on the field, I really don't know what kind of shit luck he ate, and he was envied by everyone.

Then, the guards were about to announce the start of the competition, and just then, McGonagall brought Anne, the protagonist of the contest, over.

Everyone, hurriedly stepped forward to salute.

"Hmm" McGonagall nodded, and then said to everyone, "Everyone has come to participate in this competition to recruit relatives, I, as the host, have not even met with you, it is really rude."

"Your lord's kindness"

McGonagall continued, "All of you are the talents of our Blue Plane, and whether or not you make it to the end, I only hope that you will continue to do the best you can."

"Yes"

"Well, let's go ahead then"

McGonagall finished speaking, looked at Matt, and then turned to sit on the main seat, and Anne also turned around with McGonagall, but at the moment of turning, Matt obviously noticed that Anne's eyes on Matt were unpleasant.

"When did I offend her?" Matt wondered.

With the announcement of the guards, the second fight finally began.

The first to take the stage was the first group of Nidi and Carl, the two were of equal strength, as soon as they came to the stage, there was a fierce battle, and in the end, Carl narrowly won a move to win the final victory.

This was followed by the second group, the third group......

Barrisey and Brandt both simply dealt with their opponents, and it was Matt's turn to come on.

However, at this time, something unexpected happened, Matt's opponent Kos did not even play.

"No, no, I'm not going, I'm not going, you're not fair"

Koss's performance surprised everyone, if at all, of course. There has never been a situation like Koss before, although there are also competitions with a big gap, such as Barissai, but those people still do their best to fight, where is there a situation like Kos.

Alas, the blame can only be blamed on Matt's evil spirit.

"Please come up to the stage to compete," the guard walked up and warned, "otherwise it will be considered as an automatic abandonment"

But Koss didn't seem to be on fire.

Koss's performance caused a sigh, and then he was driven out by the guards, and Matt won without a fight.

There was nothing particularly outstanding about the second competition, and I don't know what was going on, it seemed to be arranged in advance, and there were very few competitions of equal strength, most of which were battles with obvious strengths and weaknesses.

"Is there really any inside story?" Matt looked at and thought to himself.

But soon, Matt threw this thought out of his mind, how could this be, McGonagall was here, could it be that he was going to smash his own brand, it seemed that it could only be luck.

The second fight ended quickly, much faster than the first, and there were only fifty people left.

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