As a grand event that is only held every four years in the country of flowers, the martial arts festival is well-known throughout the country. And because of its qualifications for participation without identity restrictions, the characters of the three religions and nine streams are all gathered together.

"Nothing to ask for?"

The simple silver headband tied his long hair back, and Carlando, dressed in a white robe that swayed lightly in the wind, looked at the old man in charge of registration in front of him calmly.

"Not at all."

The old man glanced at the long knife on Carlando's waist, and said with an inexplicable smile.

"We still require every contestant to be self-aware, but unfortunately the vast majority of them don't."

"Then sign up, swordsman, Li Chuixue."

"Mu Zi Li, the wind blows the snowflakes dance."

"Li Chuixue?"

"Exactly."

After the old man finished recording, Carlando walked past the doorman into the slightly large preliminary arena, only to see that there were already many various contestants inside.

And as Callando entered, a large number of contestants stared at him with puzzled eyes. Naturally, these people are not because they feel the aura of danger, but because his appearance at this time is really eye-catching!

"It's good-looking!"

"Huh! Boys with bells and whistles! ”

"Haha! Is it the descendant who doesn't know the height of the sky? Not afraid to leave your life here? ”

Carlando didn't bother directly with these soy sauce goods, but found a place to close his eyes and wait in a rather graceful manner. Wait until the game ...... Uh, when the game starts, I'm going to ...... you guys

The preliminary round of the martial arts show will start directly after the number of applicants is 100, and its name is "one in a hundred"! As the name suggests, there is only one person who can stand out in each preliminary round!

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"Ladies and gentlemen, the number of participants in this event has reached the required 100 people, and the competition will officially start when the instructions are conveyed later!"

The format of the "1 in 100" Preliminary Tournament is an unlimited melee where you can defeat your enemies by any means to achieve the ultimate victory. ”

"The winning condition is that the only person standing in the red circle in the center is the only person standing in the red circle at ten o'clock when the field clock arrives. This means that if you can't stand, or if there are other people in the circle, there will be no winners. ”

"Surrender is allowed in a scuffle, but you need to kneel with your head in your hands to indicate your withdrawal to the other contestants, otherwise we do not guarantee that we will be able to restrict the other contestants from continuing to move."

"The competition will officially start in five minutes, so please choose your own starting location. We'll be reminding you five seconds before the start and the game will start at nine o'clock sharp! ”

Unlimited dogfights? For the rule that only one person can qualify, the tactic of the weak to report to the group to keep warm loses most of its meaning.

Although there are still some people who like to be opportunistic and will pay to hire thugs, this is just a bigger stepping stone for the real powerhouse, and the organizers will not deliberately put an end to this method.

Carlando didn't move to pick a pointless place to start, and for him, standing there was a doomed end.

The only qualifying spot in this preliminary round was sealed the moment Carlando decided to participate, unless ...... Bah! No unless!

"Attention players, the tournament is about to take place!"

"Start !!"

When Carlando was thinking about whether to shock the audience with a domineering "flying slash" and then win easily, lest the waiting scene be too bloody and brutal...... Someone who can't open his eyes has done it to him.

"Young master of a rich family, it's better for you to obediently hold your head and kneel, hahaha!"

Conserving stamina in this melee is a very useful technique, and the way to use it is to find a soft persimmon pinch. At this moment, this man with a somewhat hideous face raised the long knife in his hand, and the sharp blade slashed straight at Carando's head!

"Alas......"

It was this brother's actions that made Carlando decide to gather his strength and have a good test of basic sword style with these people.

"Chop!"

Leaning sideways to dodge the attack by a fraction of a second, Carlando slashed him in the throat.

"Poof!"

Despite suppressing most of the power, the Excellence-level Basic Sword Styles were still extraordinary, so the first Revenant of the Preliminary Tournament appeared in Carlando's hand.

Fighting against strong enemies like Shanks and Warnecke requires all their might, and every move and style needs to be a race against time, and the fight is naturally exciting! And these goods in front of him, who are not very skilled, are not Calando's enemies at all.

After thinking about it for a while, Carlando felt that this preliminary match probably had no other use than to make him feel like he was being besieged.

So he walked towards the red circle, and from time to time he also easily removed a few players who stood in the way.

"That young swordsman looks good."

The supervisor, who was standing high up outside the field, first saw Carlando walking towards the red circle step by step, and thought he was an arrogant young man.

Although everyone present is hostile to occupying the red circle whenever you occupy the red circle, if you are too early, you will have to face too many opponents, and if you are not careful, you will be hit hard by a tricky attack!

But then he was attracted by Carlando's sharp skills. He was not low in knowledge, and he could naturally see that although this young man's gestures were all basic sword styles, each style was as exquisite as a thousand tempers!

"A young swordsman of no less strength."

The overseers have a lot to look forward to in the coming battle.

"Let's find out where he came from."

Stepping into the red circle, which is about one meter in diameter, Carlando turned around and looked around at all the players outside the circle.

In order to maintain the character of this identity, Carlando is not good at directly mocking these people to besiege him, so he can only seduce with a sympathetic gaze.

"Huh? What kind of eyes do you have? ”

"Where did you get the courage to stand up for it?"

"Get out of here!"

Carrando almost couldn't help but smile sarcastically at the anger of these people. A screening audition, of course, he is not prepared to spend too much time.

"If you want it, ask for my knife."

At this time, this group of people could no longer hold back the surging desire to fight in their hearts, and one by one they took up their weapons and attacked Carlando without hesitation.

Chopping knives, bayonets, spears, axes, maces, and all kinds of cold weapons roared, but Carlando took them one by one lightly and quickly fought back!

For a moment, the sound of weapons clashing and the screams of people were intertwined into a bloody movement.

The only thing Carlando could dodge during this time was the rat with a cold gun not far away, and while his Wind Blade armor could completely ignore lead bullets, he was now a pure swordsman.

Soon, the players in the front row, who served as cannon fodder for meat shields, fell around Carando, dead or disabled.

"Bang! Boom! Boom! ”

With no shelter, the musketers seized the opportunity to fire a salvo at Carando! For a while, the rain of lead bullets seemed to drown Carlando!