When the 256 students walked to the competition platform and entered the preparation area, the shouts and cheers of the audience frightened Xiu Zhe, who had never seen the world, he was extremely nervous, and even the aisle began to turn up.

"Brother Xiu Zhe, don't be afraid, just treat this game as an ordinary competition in the academy." Tang Yanqian's sweet voice came, and Xiu Zhe nodded mechanically, obviously not relieved by Tang Yanqian's words.

"Take a deep breath, what about all the ambitions you told me last night? Where did all the momentum of Liang Yue go? Ning Jiu smiled and patted Xiu Zhe's back and teased.

Xiu Zhe's nervousness was relieved after taking a few deep breaths, and he felt that he had almost gone into shock just now.

"I'm fine, don't worry, I'll honor those words." Xiu Zhe smiled slightly, and followed the large army into the preparation area. Although there is some distance between the preparation area and the audience, the enthusiasm of the audience is still transmitted.

"Ahem.." An elegant female voice rang out through the megaphone, and the audience's voices suddenly dropped sharply.

"I would like to invite the Monarch of the Duchy of Belmar to announce the opening of the competition."

Xiu Zhe's eyes looked at the rostrum, and a man about forty or fifty years old in luxurious clothes slowly got up from his seat amid thunderous applause from the audience.

His hands slowly raised and waved to his sides, and the applause quickly stopped, and the huge dueling arena fell silent.

"I, Yong Jingshuo, the 19th monarch of the Principality of Belmar, on behalf of the Principality and the Imperial Academy, the organizer of this event, announce that the competition is now open."

Clear and powerful male voices came from the loudspeakers loaded around the dueling arena, and applause rang out again, and cheers came one after another.

Yong Jingshuo smiled slightly and sat back in place, and the hostess took over the conversation and said, "The audience must be eager to see the top six and champions of this competition born, right?" ”

"Yes!!"

Seeing that the enthusiasm of the audience had reached a new height, the hostess didn't talk much nonsense and said coquettishly: "Then let's let our first group of contestants come to the stage, and invite Si Zhan from Class D of the second year of the Imperial Sword Academy and Jiang Luo from Class C of the same grade to appear!" ”

The big screen in the center of the dueling arena was hung in mid-air with magic, and the hostess said loudly: "All 256 students in the second year of the Imperial Sword Academy adopt a cruel 1V1 elimination system, we uphold the creed of absolute fairness, and the opponents to be faced by all the contestants are randomly assigned. ”

When the hostess finished speaking, the two teenagers who were going to compete in the first game had already appeared, and both sides bowed face to face, and then pulled out the weapons they were carrying.

In less than two minutes, the division of Class D won the battle.

256 students to take a 1v1 competition means that 128 games will be played, an average of three minutes, and it will take six hours for everyone to compete, but fortunately, today's schedule only determines the top 64, if you have to decide a champion today, even if the players are not tired, the audience has to be tired.

Xiu Zhe's game is in the 72nd game, Ning Jiu is in the 81st game, Tang Yanqian is in the 56th game, Liang Yue is in the 112th game, although the seats in the preparation area are relatively comfortable, but they are far from being comfortable in the lounge, so that the students come to the preparation area is just a formality, and the full rest can give full play to their full strength to bring the audience the most exciting battles Everyone understands, and the students in the back of the game choose to return to the lounge to meditate and adjust their state.

Yong Jingshuo also left early, the affairs of the principality are too busy, it is not easy for him to take this time out of his busy schedule to make a speech, and the audience is not dissatisfied with Yong Jingshuo's behavior, anyone with a discerning eye can see that the principality is gradually being eroded by the Delos Empire, as the king of a country, Yong Jingshuo has too many things to deal with.

The spectators also walked out of the stadium one after another to eat some snacks, but they all remembered the favorites and the players they bet on, so the spectators rushed back to see the results of the matches before these players.

Tang Yanqian's game is very simple, she met a small character named Xi Meng in Class E, although her comprehensive strength is at the bottom of Class A, she still kills the opponent in one move, the audience will always give the warmest applause to this kind of cute and powerful female swordsman, Xi Meng, who has completely become a foil, is unlucky, fortunately, he was directly knocked unconscious by Tang Yanqian and did not hear the applause of the audience, otherwise he would definitely be fainted.

In the spacious private lounge, Xiu Zhe looked at Tang Yanqian on the competition field and smiled slightly, and was secretly surprised by her performance and the strength she showed, this little girl has not been wasted for a year.

After Tang Yanqian finished the competition and went through another twenty-five games, the hostess said a few words, "Next, we will invite one of the favorites to win the championship in this competition, Xiu Zhe, who is only twelve years old and has a ghost hand, and Ao Shui, who is also learning swordsmanship in Class A, to appear!" ”

When Xiu Zhe, who was not bound by ghosts and gods, walked into the arena, there were some strange voices in the audience, Xiu Zhe didn't care about these, he just thought about how to defeat the opponent, Ao Shui, like Tang Yanqian, was a student at the bottom of Class A, but Xiu Zhe, who had lived in the jungle for a year, understood the truth that the lion fought the rabbit with all his strength, not to mention, he may not be the lion.

And the audience's voices were getting louder and louder about Xiu Zhe's lack of ghosts and gods, and the hostess obviously didn't know how to deal with this matter, and at this moment a calm voice sounded,

"Xiu Zhe doesn't need to wear a ghost binding when he participates in the competition, this is authorized by the king, if Xiu Zhe goes berserk in the battle and hurts the audience, I can bring my head to see Sodros."

When he heard Sodros's speech on the rostrum, the strange voice in the audience suddenly disappeared, which shows that Sodros's status in the principality and the people is definitely not ordinary.

"Class leader, let me see how much your strength has improved after you leave the academy for a year." Ao Shui pulled out the giant sword at his waist, and there was no hint of asking for advice in this tone, but a hint of hostility and disdain.

Slowly retracting his gaze from the rostrum, Xiu Zhe did not feel angry because of the sarcasm in Ao Shui's words, nor did he pull out his sword, but just stood quietly in place.

"Oh? Xiu Zhe didn't pull out the sword he was wearing, could it be that he was deliberately belittling his opponent or had other plans? Those spectators who leave the stadium are probably going to miss out on a great game, so without further ado, let's get started! ”

As the hostess's voice fell, Xiu Zhe still didn't make any moves, a pair of dark eyes looked directly at Ao Shui, and an invisible momentum erupted from his body and pressed on Ao Shui's body like a mountain.

"Draw the knife, Zhe'er, why don't you pull out the knife?" Xiu Xiangxue stomped his feet anxiously as he watched Xiu Zhe on the competition platform in the VIP room, and Lin Jun came to Xiu Xiangxue's side with a smile and said, "Don't worry, Xiu Zhe, this kid has never been a careless person, he must have his own plans." ”

Ao Shui is very uncomfortable now, Xiu Zhe just stood in place, but his feet seemed to be fixed, and even lifting his feet became an extremely difficult thing, if it weren't for the referee team not speaking, Ao Shui would have thought that Xiu Zhe had cast some magic.

"Ahh Ao Shui couldn't bear the pressure brought to him by Xiu Zhe, he looked up to the sky and roared angrily, clenched the hilt of the knife with both hands, and waved it hard, and a white sword qi flew towards Xiu Zhe's neck.

Xiu Zhe still didn't draw his sword, only to see him raise his ghost hand and clench his fist, and his fist eye went up and collided head-on with the faint sword qi. There was no sound, no scream, and the sword qi was shattered by Xiu Zhe's punch under everyone's dumbfounding, and it turned into a sky of light and dissipated into the air.

The audience was silent, Xiu Xiangxue rubbed her eyes in the VIP room, and even suspected that she had seen it wrong, when the sword qi was about to touch Xiu Zhe's ghost hand, she didn't dare to look at it anymore, she folded her hands and prayed to God, just begging Xiu Zhe to leave a life.

But who would have thought that Xiu Zhe would crush the opponent's sword qi in such a wild way, the previous games were all about parrying the opponent's sword qi with weapons, but when it came to Xiu Zhe, it changed a routine.

A playful smile appeared on Lin Jun's face, good boy, this hand is not only for Ning Jiu and Liang Yue, but also for those who are prejudiced against ghost hands, Xiu Zhe smashing the sword qi with such a pretending behavior is tantamount to slapping the face of an ordinary swordsman, don't you look down on ghost hands? Isn't it considered a hoodoo?

"Throw in the towel, you're no match for me." Xiu Zhe's flat tone made Ao Shui's eyes widen, he was considered by the family to be born for the sword since he was a child, although under the light of Ning Jiu and Liang Yue, he gradually lost his voice, but he firmly believed that one day he would stand on the big stage and defeat these two 'pride of the sky' head-on, but before he could stand in front of these two people, he was crushed without even drawing his sword??

Ao Shui was unwilling, but in front of Xiu Zhe, even swinging his sword became the most difficult thing, and he couldn't swing his sword qi, so what was the difference between himself and the soldiers on the battlefield who only knew how to kill?

Swallowing his saliva with difficulty, Ao Shui found that he was already sweating profusely, and the vertigo of prostration kept hitting his brain like a wave.

"I,,I throw in the towel." After Ao Shui squeezed this sentence out of his teeth, his body seemed to have lost his strength, and he stuck his giant sword on the competition platform, kneeling on one knee and panting heavily.

The host was stupid, but she was also an experienced person who had presided over countless competitions, large and small, and after exchanging glances with the judges, she announced loudly: "Class A of the second grade Xiu Zhe wins!" ”

Only then did the audience react and cheer loudly, they would not hesitate to applaud the strong, Xiu Zhe slowly raised his ghost hand, and the action of announcing victory made the audience's cheers even higher.

Xiu Xiangxue couldn't help crying in the VIP room at this time, how long has it been? How long has his son been blinded and spit on because of the ghost hand? But today he proved himself with great strength, proving that even patients with Kazan syndrome can find a path that suits them!

At this time, although Ning Jiu and Liang Yue were in different lounges, the expressions on their faces were surprisingly consistent, and the endless battle intent burning in their eyes seemed to be centered on themselves, forming a special aura that made outsiders dare not approach easily.