With Mo Fan's current mastery of spiritual energy, he suddenly discovered the strangeness in it.

The total amount of psionic energy in the opponent's body had obviously exceeded the level that a late F-rank should have.

However, the level of spiritual energy is far less dense than that of a late-F-rank person.

Obviously, the opponent deliberately suppressed his level not to break through to the E level for the sake of this competition, so that he could join Group F for matching.

The tournament organizers must have thought of this, so they have set up a special rule for upgrading opponents after a winning streak, hoping to prevent this from happening.

However, what they forgot was that suppressing the level without breaking through would hurt themselves a lot, and most of the people who chose to do so were the ones whose strength was at the bottom of the same level.

Therefore, they actually don't care whether they can win the championship in this game at all, but care more about whether they can pass this exam!

Thirty points are added to the first race, twenty points are added to the second, and so on, and in the end, these players only need to win three games to pass the final exam.

But those guys who were failed because they matched the players who were ranked in the top class can only consider themselves unlucky.

This in itself is a loophole in the rules of the ring.

"Bang!"

The weapons of both sides made a pleasant crashing sound the moment they collided.

Mo Fan didn't use the gossip chopsticks as soon as he came up, but took a long sword provided by the competition.

To deal with this kind of person, you can't make a killer move, after all, the lethality of that thing is too great, and if you can't blow up the entire venue, then it's not a story but an accident.

After a short exchange between the two sides, the two quickly separated again, this time, just to test the opponent's reality.

Because it was the first time to fight with a sword, he looked extremely clumsy, and without using psionic energy, Mo Fan almost overturned on the spot.

And this time, it gave the other side great self-confidence.

"Hehe, boy, your swordsmanship foundation is not good, it's far worse than me, with your strength, it's better to go back to the exam papers!"

Mu Shen smiled and put the short knife in front of him, looking at the expression, as if he had already won the battle.

He did suppress his rank for today!

In the past few days, he has been constantly using his psionic energy every day to ensure that his psionic energy level is below the passing mark of E-level.

As a result, he didn't even dare to eat and sleep, for fear that he would break through if he didn't pay attention to the excessive spiritual energy he inhaled.

But fortunately, the hard work paid off, and he tried so hard to suppress the level, and finally insisted on the ring match, and now he only needs to win three games and he won't fail!

And with the spiritual energy capacity in his body now, it is obvious that no one in the entire F-level player can defeat him!

Looking at Mo Fan in front of him, Mu Shen pretended to be sympathetic and said:

"It's also your kid's unlucky, you ran into me in the first game, I think we don't fight, it's a waste of time, you just surrender!"

Mo Fan didn't speak, but silently opened the light curtain in his body.

Then, in the classification of a large number of one-star martial arts, the Long Sword Swordsmanship Foundation was selected.

"Redeem!"

With Mo Fan's order, the resentment value he had accumulated was reduced by more than a thousand in an instant, and at the same time, a memory poured into his mind in an instant.

At that moment, Mo Fan only felt that his understanding of the way of the sword suddenly became extremely transparent, how to attack, how to defend, these memories were completely remembered by him in an instant, and even the muscles were remembered in an instant.

It's as if this is not the first time I've fought with a sword, but it's like I've practiced it millions of times!

When he looked at the sword in his hand again, it seemed that the sword had already become one with himself, even if he couldn't resist the sword, Mo Fan had more than a hundred ways to kill the opponent in an instant. 、

And all this change happened in just a few seconds!

"What's going on?"

Mu Shen on the field also felt a little strange!

The person in front of him, one second ago, was just a weak F-class player who could be defeated by himself at any time, but the next second it was as if he was a different person, giving him a completely different feeling.

It's as if there was a kendo master standing in front of him!

Before Mu Shen could figure out the principle of this, Mo Fan smiled first.

"It's you who are unlucky, right, you met me in the first game, it's a pity that you have worked so hard for so many days to suppress your level!"

Mu Shen's face couldn't help but change after hearing this!

"You can see it!"

He originally thought that his little trick should not be seen by the other party, but he didn't expect that Mo Fan would surprise him, of course, what he didn't know was that the bigger surprise was still to come!

After being seen through, Mu Shen didn't plan to continue to hide it, and directly burst out the whole spiritual energy in his body.

Anyway, the game doesn't stipulate that you can't suppress your own level, and it's not a foul to do it yourself!

"Hehe, your kid's eyesight is not bad, since you can see it, don't you admit defeat quickly, do you think you can beat me with your F-level strength......"

Before he could finish his words, he suddenly heard the hum of a long sword unsheathed in his ears!

It was as if something in front of him had hit him in an instant, bringing a gust of wind!

The other party's speed was as fast as lightning, and he didn't even have time to react when he suddenly felt some liquid on his face slide down his cheeks.

Mu Shen subconsciously touched his face with his hand, and when he looked at it, his hands were full of blood!

At this time, a feeling of pain hit the face late!

"This ...... It's too fast! ”

Looking at his own blood on his hands, Mu Shen was shocked into a cold sweat!

The other party rushed in front of him in an instant, and slashed a sword in his face when he didn't react at all.

If the strength and accuracy of the long sword deviate by a fraction, then you may not only be injured by your face, but your entire head will be cut off by the opponent's long sword!

At this moment, there are only three words that can describe the other party's swordsmanship.

Fast, accurate, ruthless!

"You've lost!"

Mo Fan's voice sounded behind him, and Mu Shen realized that at his neck, there was a long sword at this moment, and the snowy blade was against his throat.

If you act rashly, it is estimated that the other party will not hesitate to cut your throat!

"I ...... Admit defeat! ”