The qualifiers have begun!

Han Zheng sent a message to Zhou Xing - [Let's start the game, we'll talk later], and then he quickly came to the top half of the three groups he belonged to near the ring.

The other 15 participating fighters who belong to the top half of the same group also rushed to the ring.

After all, the [Martial Arts Club] dungeon is jointly opened by multiple teams or corps, and many of the participating combatants are teammates of the same clan or legion, and they are very familiar with each other.

Han Zheng looked around, and at this moment, in the upper half of the three groups he was in, several of the 16 contestants were from the same team, and they were gathering together and discussing.

"I didn't expect to be in the same district as Brother Yu, it seems that there is no hope for the top 8."

"Forget it, even if you don't have Brother Yu, your combat power will not be able to squeeze into the top 8, and if you can survive one or two rounds in the preliminaries, it will be good."

"Eh, look over there, isn't that Sun Kele of the [Cold Stone Clan], Brother Yu, it's not good, he's your biggest rival in this area."

The "Brother Yu", who was surrounded by several teammates, was a man who looked to be around thirty years old and of moderate stature, and while listening to the praise of his teammates around him, he looked up and frowned:

"It is said that I also know some of the other members of the team who jointly participated in the [Martial Arts Society], but after a few glances, I saw a lot of unfamiliar faces, hasn't the corps been prohibiting combatants from selling [competition tickets] without permission recently, look at this, some people don't take the ban seriously."

"Hey-in fact, it can be understood, after all, there are not many powerful people like Brother Yu, and some people feel that even if they come to the competition, they won't get any good results, but fortunately, it's better to sell the [competition ticket] and exchange more points to come back."

"Moreover, these fresh faces should not all be strangers who bought [tournament tickets] to come in, it is said that this time the corps and other teams jointly opened the [Martial Arts Club], because some requirements were not met, so some small teams were temporarily pulled in to make up the numbers, and these people may also be people from those small garbage teams."

"Yes, I've heard about it before, and there's also a newly built garbage team, called [Rock Team], which also mixed in."

"Hmph-" Brother Yu snorted coldly: "It doesn't matter, whether it's the garbage team that makes up the numbers, or the bastards who buy [martial arts tickets] to come in, don't think about getting any bargains in this [martial arts club]." ”

Han Zheng, who was listening to the discussion, suddenly raised his head.

【Rock Sentai】!?

Isn't it Shi Yan Xiaogang's team?

Han Zheng hurriedly looked around, but in a short period of time, he couldn't find a familiar figure in the crowd.

At the same time, the first preliminaries of the first half of the three groups have finally begun.

"The preliminaries of the first half of the third group begin, and players No. 65 and No. 66 are invited to the stage."

On the side of the ring, the referee holding the drawing of the table shouted loudly.

A female combatant dressed in red, with a black combatant, quickly walked into the ring.

With the referee's "Go!" "Two combatants, a man and a woman, quickly rushed out and fought in a ball.

In the original book, in the preliminary stage of the martial arts conference, each game has only one minute, and if the winner is not determined within one minute, the referee will decide according to the situation on the field.

However, there is no such rule in the [Budokkai] dungeon, and there is no time limit in the preliminary round, and each match must be fought until the winner is decided.

Due to the prohibition of the use of equipment items in the [Martial Arts Club], after entering the dungeon, everyone's equipment slot was temporarily sealed, and now Han Zheng cannot rely on the [Combat Power Detector] to check the strength of other combatants.

However, with visual inspection, Han Zheng judged that the man and woman in the ring were not strong, and their combat strength should be below 100, and the woman seemed to be slightly superior.

Sure enough, after two minutes, the black combatant's moves became more and more messy, while the female combatant became more and more courageous, gradually forcing the black man into the corner of the ring, and then she spotted an open space and kicked the black man out of the ring with one kick.

"No. 65 advanced to the next round, and now No. 67 and No. 68 players are invited to the stage."

As the referee shouted, two more combatants quickly came to the stage and wrestled......

……

"Player No. 68 advances to the next round, and now players No. 69 and No. 70 are invited to the stage."

It's up to yourself!

Han Zheng took a long breath, cheered up, and stepped into the ring.

At the same time, on the other side, a fighter with dyed red hair also stepped into the ring quickly.

Han Zheng looked at the opponent in front of him, and suddenly felt a little interesting in his heart.

This No. 69 red-haired combatant is none other than Brother Yu's teammate, and he is a member of the "Horse Shooting Gang" that kept touting Brother Yu before.

"Let's go!"

As soon as the referee gave the order, the redhead roared loudly and quickly pounced on Han Zheng.

The speed is too slow, the combat effectiveness is too low!

Han Zheng looked at the red hair rushing towards him, and quickly made a judgment in his heart.

He spun around and dodged the onrushing redhead, then raised his hand to block the redhead's back-kick.

After these few moves back and forth, Han Zheng had basically seen the strength level of this redhead, and considering that there were other potential opponents watching, he decided to hide his strength for the time being, not revealing his true strength.

The red-haired combatant quickly turned around, and attacked with several punches in a row, Han Zheng pressed his strength, saw the moves, and defused the opponent's offensive one by one.

After a minute of holding, Han Zheng saw an opportunity and hit the redhead's waist with a punch, and at the same time flew up and kicked two consecutive kicks in the air.

The red-haired combatant screamed in pain and was kicked out of the ring directly by Han Zheng.

"Player No. 70 advances to the next round, now players No. 71 and No. 72 are invited to the stage."

Han Zheng stepped out of the ring, but found that the jade brother under the ring stepped forward after hearing the call and walked towards the ring.

Brother Yu's teammate struggled to stand up, moaning "oops" on the side, and Brother Yu walked past Han Zheng as if intentionally or unintentionally, turning his head and glaring at him fiercely.

Han Zheng pursed his lips and smiled, stood on the other side of the ring, and continued to watch the battle.

This jade brother is the No. 71 player, and his opponent No. 72 is a fat male.

The referee's "Start!" As soon as he spoke, Brother Yu moved in an instant, his whole figure flickered, and after a moment, he rushed in front of the opponent.

The fat man had just reacted at this moment, and hurriedly prepared to wave his hand to meet the enemy, but his speed was too slow, and as soon as his hands were halfway raised, Brother Yu's fist had already hit his face.

The fat man screamed miserably, blood spurted from his mouth and nose, and the whole person flew out of the ring upside down.

At this time, it was only a second before the referee shouted "start", and this jade brother knocked the fat man out of the ring with just one move and won the victory, which immediately caused bursts of exclamations from the ring.

"Brother Yu is mighty!"

"Brother Yu's strength is too strong, the top 8 in this half district must be Brother Yu!"

As soon as Brother Yu jumped out of the ring, several of his teammates immediately surrounded him, and a new wave of sycophants rolled in.

Han Zheng squinted at Brother Yu, who was enjoying his fart, and according to the draw table, his opponent in the next round would be him.

In that second just now, although Brother Yu's speed was fast, Han Zheng could still see it clearly, just based on the strength he had just shown, Han Zheng could judge that this Brother Yu's strength was far inferior to himself.

"Brother Yu, that kid on the 70th is very serious, later, you must help me avenge." The red-haired combatant came to Brother Yu's side with a look of grievance on his face.

Brother Yu glanced at the redhead arrogantly and nodded slightly.

The next few sets of matches also went very quickly, and ten minutes later, the first round of the preliminary round of the top half of the three groups ended and began to move on to the second round.

In the first game of the second round, No. 65 and No. 68 held each other for seven or eight minutes, and No. 68 won the victory with a narrow move.

"Player No. 68 advances to the next round, now players No. 70 and No. 71 are invited to the stage."

Han Zheng and Brother Yu, in the cheering and shouting of Brother Yu's teammates, walked into the ring one after the other.

"Brother Yu, remember to help your little brother take revenge!" Below the ring, the red hand shouted.

"Let's go!"

Before the referee's voice fell, Brother Yu had already taken the lead!

He's so confident in his speed and power that he's striking straight from the front.

Brother Yu's movements were as fast as phantoms in the eyes of other weak people, but in Han Zheng's eyes, they were slow and clear, and on the side of his body, he grabbed Brother Yu's right fist and kicked at the opponent's abdomen at the same time.

Brother Yu was kicked away in an instant by this heavy kick, he held back the pain in the air, gritted his teeth and twisted his body hard, before he descended smoothly and landed on the edge of the ring.

Next to the ring, the teammates who were still cheering for Brother Yu were suddenly dumbfounded.

Brother Yu's expression became extremely ugly, his eyes widened, he sped up, and hit Han Zheng again.

Han Zheng still didn't use all his strength at the moment, he dismantled a few moves one after another, and then punched Brother Yu in the face, knocking him out again.

Brother Yu roared, stopped the inertia with all his might, and stopped at the edge of the ring again.

"No, Brother Yu is not this person's opponent at all, where did this person come from, why haven't you seen it before?"

"Could it be a high-level bastard who bought a [tournament ticket] and came in?"

"Maybe it's a new master from a team, right? It's actually stronger than Brother Yu! ”

Under the ring, Brother Yu's teammates were surprised and kept talking and guessing.

Brother Yu, who was beaten to the edge of the ring, raised his hand to wipe the blood flowing from under his nose, and looked at the blood stains on his fingers, his whole face suddenly distorted.

"Damn! Look at me and give you something awesome! Drink-" Brother Yu scolded angrily, waved out his palms, quickly drew a circle, and then merged his hands and gathered them around his waist.

"-Turtle-pie-"