"Drink—turtle—pie—"

Brother Yu gathered between his palms on his waist, and quickly gathered a thick qigong sphere.

Turtle School Qigong!

Han Zheng raised his eyebrows, it seemed that this jade brother was angry and wanted to amplify the killing move.

"Qi-" The qigong group between Brother Yu's palms suddenly grew a little bigger, as if he had accumulated enough strength and was just waiting to attack.

Under the ring, many onlookers were also stared at, and several of Brother Yu's teammates suddenly rekindled the light of expectation in their eyes.

Han Zheng snorted lightly, and his entire figure suddenly flashed, rushing towards Brother Yu, who was gathering qi at an extremely fast speed.

"Gong - Wave ——!"

Seeing Han Zheng's figure flicker, Brother Yu quickly waved his arms, and the gathered qigong wave was instantly activated.

However, this qigong wave did not shoot out in a straight line, but exploded in an instant for some reason, forming a large ball of light that instantly enveloped the entire ring.

The light quickly dissipated, and I saw that on the ring, Han Zheng had already quickly retreated to the other side, and Brother Yu, who had just sent out the Turtle Sect Qigong, did fall to the ground on one knee, pressing his neck, with a painful look on his face.

In just a short moment, the moment Han Zheng launched Brother Yu's qigong, he quickly launched an attack, directly breaking the opponent's qigong wave, and at the same time, hitting Brother Yu hard with one blow.

Han Zheng also wanted to take the opportunity to directly throw Brother Yu out of the ring, but he didn't expect the other party to suddenly fight back wildly, so he had to temporarily retreat and avoid the edge a little.

Brother Yu roared, stood up, and punched at Han Zheng again.

Under the heavy blow, Brother Yu's movements had already been deformed and extremely chaotic.

Han Zheng didn't want to entangle more, it was forbidden to kill the opponent in the [Martial Arts Society], and he couldn't hit too hard, he dodged a few times one after another, and then quickly seized an opportunity, dodged behind Brother Yu, who rushed forward, and stepped on it with one kick.

Brother Yu screamed miserably, and the whole person fell out heavily, this time, he was already seriously injured, and he could no longer stabilize his body, and fell under the ring all of a sudden.

"No. 70 advances to the next round, please ...... now"

Han Zheng stepped out of the ring, and on the other side, Brother Yu struggled for a long time without standing up, and several of his teammates hurriedly stepped forward to support him.

Looking at Han Zheng who walked out of the ring, Brother Yu and his teammates' eyes were full of shock and incomprehension, and their expressions were extremely complicated.

The second round of the preliminary round was also quickly completed, and the third round began.

Han Zheng's opponent in the third round of preliminaries is the No. 68 player who previously won the second round with a difficult victory.

No. 68's strength is far inferior to Han Zheng, and in the previous game, he also consumed a lot of physical strength, and he has not yet recovered.

Therefore, Han faced the No. 68 player who was still in a tired state, and almost did not waste much energy, he won easily and advanced to the fourth round.

The fourth round is also the final round of the preliminaries.

In this round, the two participating combatants from the top half of the three groups who advance all the way to the end will fight to win a place in the top 8 of the [Martial Arts Association].

"Now the No. 70 and No. 80 players are invited to the stage."

Hearing the referee's call, Han Zheng stepped into the ring again.

His opponent, Combatant 80, was a slightly shorter young man with an indifferent expression.

This person, Han Zheng also has some impressions, he is exactly what Brother Yu's teammates talked about before, and he is considered to be Brother Yu's biggest competitor in the half of the group - Sun Kele, a member of the [Cold Stone Team].

Because this person's name was so personal, Han Zheng immediately remembered it in his mind.

On the ring, looking at the expressionless Sun Kele, Han Zheng took a deep breath and prepared to deal with the upcoming competition.

"Let's go!"

As soon as the referee's voice fell, Han Zheng quickly entered the battle state, and as soon as his feet moved, he immediately wanted to rush forward and take the lead.

But at this moment, at the same moment when the referee just shouted "start", Sun Kele on the opposite side suddenly raised his right hand high and said loudly:

"I abstain! I throw in the towel! ”

Han Zheng, who was preparing to go, was a little stunned for a moment, what the hell did this Sun Kele do, and suddenly abstained?

And Sun Kele, after shouting to admit defeat, quickly turned around and strode down from the ring.

At the same time, the referee next to the ring shouted: "Player No. 70 wins and advances to the top 8!" ”

Listening to the referee's voice announcing the victory, Sun Kele looked back at Han Zheng, and said in a very calm voice: "You are much stronger than me, I know very well that I can't beat you, so there is no need to fight again." ”

After that, Sun Kele quickly returned to the crowd, and the expression on his face did not change in the slightest from beginning to end, as if losing the competition and failing to advance to the top 8 was not worth mentioning to him.

Han Zheng frowned slightly and walked out of the ring.

Sun Kele claimed that there was a huge gap between the two and there was no need to fight again?

He saw his true strength through his previous matches; Or maybe he had already learned [Breath Sense] and could sense that his combat power was clearly above him?

Logically speaking, the combatants at this stage of 4-6 rounds have indeed very few who have mastered [Breath Induction], but it is by no means nothing, Sun Kele may indeed have learned [Breath Induction] to know the gap between the two.

However, in any case, he has eliminated all his preliminaries opponents and successfully advanced to the top 8.

In the original setting, the preliminaries and the top 8 matches of the martial arts tournament are held in one day, and after a short break after the preliminaries, the top 8 matches will begin.

However, in the [Martial Arts Club] dungeon, this rule has been changed again, and after the preliminaries, the participating combatants will be given plenty of rest, and the top 8 matches will not be held until the morning of the second day.

After advancing to the top 8, Han Zheng's mood was a little relaxed, he turned around and walked towards the ring to which Zhou Xing belonged, and at the same time sent a message-

[The preliminaries on my side are over, how is it on your side?] ]

[It's long over, I'm about to look for you]-Zhou Xing replied quickly.

Han Zheng looked up a few times, and soon found Zhou Xing walking towards this side in the crowd.

"How is it, Zheng Han, looking at you like this, have you successfully advanced to the top 8?" Zhou Xing also saw Han Zheng in the crowd, he pushed aside the flow of people and walked over, and asked with a smile.

"Yes, what about you?"

"What ...... I" Zhou Xing smiled: "In my group and half, the players are basically not very strong, so I was lucky to advance, and now like you, I am also a top 8 player." ”

The two teased each other, and then Zhou Xing suddenly asked using text messages:

[By the way, Zheng Han, to tell you the truth, what is your current combat strength?] ]

[404, what about you?] - Han replied truthfully.

[More than 400, such an exaggeration, after I came back from the previous copy, I also practiced hard, but so far it is only 162 combat power, how do you ...... Wait, you haven't unlocked the Temple Cultivation quest, have you? ]

[That's right, it's just unlocked, what's wrong?] ]

[No wonder your combat power has improved so quickly, just after 4 rounds of dungeons, you have already reached the standard to enter the [Temple Cultivation], none of the combatants of the same stage I know can progress as fast as you]

Han Zheng smiled, stopped talking about this topic, and instead said, "By the way, I heard that the [Rock Clan] also participated in this [Martial Arts Society] dungeon before, have you seen Shi Yan Xiaogang and them?" ”

"[Rock Squad]? This kind of newly built small team can actually participate in the opening of the [Martial Arts Club]? Zhou Xing suddenly showed a surprised expression: "Shi Yan belongs to the people who have performed 6 rounds of dungeons, and he is also qualified to participate in this dungeon, anyway, it's okay at this time, let's find out." ”

The two quickly began to look for each other in the ring, and a few minutes later, they actually found Shi Yan's figure in the ring in the lower half of the four groups.

At this time, the preliminaries of the lower half of the four groups also reached the final round, and the two contestants stood in the ring and began to compete for a place in the top 8.

Shi Yan is one of those two contestants, who has already eliminated three players in a row, and one more win will advance to the last eight.

His opponent is a slightly burly man with a small birthmark on the side of his right cheek.

"Game on!"

Hearing the referee's order, Shi Yan moved quickly, he raised his hand and quickly sent out a turtle sect qigong wave that had been secretly prepared for a long time, and then, the whole person quickly rushed towards the birthmark man from the other side.

However, something happened that Shi Yan never expected!

The birthmark man raised his hand and broke his turtle sect qigong wave with just one punch, and at the same time kicked him sideways, directly hitting Shi Yan's head.

This kick is as sharp as a knife, piercing through layers of air!

Shi Yan, who was under the full impact, hurriedly tried to stop his body, but before he could act, the other party's kick had already hit his head.

Shi Yan didn't even let out a miserable scream, he was kicked unconscious on the spot, and his whole body flew out of the ring upside down like yellow leaves blown by the autumn wind.

This birthmark man, with just one kick, knocked Shi Yan unconscious!