"That big guy is on stage! This is the last game in Ring 2, will he advance to the quarterfinals?"

"It's impossible, his opponent is Liu Wan, the leader of the [Magic Legion]......"

[Big Buu] stood proudly in the second ring, and standing opposite him was a handsome man.

At this moment, Han Zheng and his cousin watched the battle under the ring.

Without listening to the onlookers' discussions, Han Zheng had already recognized that the opponent of [Da Buu] was none other than Liu Wan, the leader of the [Magic] Legion!

Liu Wan was one of the 6 [Rare Number] from the Old Era, so Han Zheng couldn't view this person's data.

However, Han Zheng learned from the man in green that Liu Wan's combat power should only be slightly higher than Cobb's, and the [rare abilities] on his body are basically daily support types, and there is no ability that can directly act in battle.

Han Zheng believes that with Buu's bloodline ability, defeating Liu Wan is not a problem.

Sure enough, with the referee's order, the two people on the stage quickly moved.

The figures of the two were like two black lightning bolts, and they clashed in the ring for several rounds in the blink of an eye!

Then, the two quickly separated, Liu Wan's foot slammed into the corner of the ring, and the whole person flew up instantly, and he was about to play a turtle school qigong!

And at this moment, [Big Buu] saw the opportunity and quickly waved his palms!

【Dumpling superpowers】!

Liu Wan's body in mid-air suddenly stiffened, and then the strength of his body was instantly unloaded, and the whole person fell down involuntarily.

The next moment, a magical beam of light shot out from the top of [Big Buu]'s head and hit Liu Wan's body directly!

Poor Liu Wan directly made a jelly bean and fell into the ring.

Big Buu smiled evilly, then kicked lightly, and the jelly bean rolled out of the ring with a grunt.

【Big Buu】Advance to the quarterfinals!

And under the ring, there was an uproar!

"Can't be wrong! The breath he just had, and the magic beam, he was definitely [Buu blood]!"

"[Buu blood]...... Could it be Commander Qi Shaodong?"

"Impossible? Transformation is not allowed in this martial arts association, how can he be a Qi ......?"

"Buu is magical, even if he can't transform, can't he use magic to change his appearance?"

……

In the midst of the noisy discussion, Han Zheng quickly gave instructions to [Big Buu], telling him to continue to remain silent and not communicate with others, and at the same time try not to get too close to him.

At this time, the preliminaries of Ring 5 were all over.

The one who won the top eight places in this group was Deng Jue, the commander of the [Buddha Legion].

Han Zheng remembered that Deng Jue was also one of those 6 people, and because he was a [rare number] of the old era, he couldn't see his data at all.

It's a pity that I came too late and couldn't observe Deng Jue's strength and moves.

After glancing at Deng Jue a few times, Han Zheng turned around and went to the next ring.

……

Ring 4.

A loud bang was heard, and a sturdy man instantly fell from the ring and slammed into the ground.

"Player No. 39 advances to the quarterfinals!"

A man masked in a black cloth walked quickly out of the ring.

And beside the ring, there was a lot of discussion.

Han Zheng was mixing in the crowd at the moment, and he clearly recognized that the one who was knocked down was the commander of the [Beidou Legion] - Zhang Beidou!

Zhang Beidou's combat power is 49 billion, and if he can defeat this person, the masked man must not be an idle person!

However, Han Zheng learned from the surrounding discussion that the masked man had been masked with a black cloth since the first match, and although the martial arts club forbade transformation, it did not interfere with the personal attire of the contestants.

However, after a series of games, one opponent after another fell, including Zhang Beidou, no one could destroy the black cloth of the masked man, and no one could see half an inch of his true face.

And what surprised Han Zheng even more was that he couldn't check this person's [Data Attributes]!

There is no doubt that this is a [Rare Number] from the Old Era!

It's just that Han Zhengxin believes that this person is by no means one of the 6 army commanders.

That is to say, this is a person who did not rely on Qi Shaodong and came to the new era on his own.

Another [old rare number], but I don't know where this person came from......

Han Zheng's doubts resurfaced, but the masked man didn't give him the slightest chance to observe, and quickly turned away.

……

Ring No. 7.

"Player No. 77 advances to the quarterfinals!"

Commander Alcindor, the Commander of the Iron Hook, slowly stepped out of the ring and returned to his men

……

Ring 6.

"The No. 59 player advances to the top 8!"

After the sound of the verdict fell, the bottom of the ring suddenly exploded!

"Commander Keaton...... I actually lost!"

"And he lost so completely, what is the origin of this glasses man?"

"The strength of this glasses man is bottomless, since the first round, he has won all the way, no matter who the opponent is, he will win with one move!"

"It's too strong!"

"The boss of the [Bird Legion] also lost...... Just now I heard that the captain of [Shark], [Viper], [Magic], and [Beidou] has also been defeated one after another, can it be ...... The reign of the Ten Legions...... Is it going to end?"

Listening to the sound of discussions, Han Zheng chuckled twice covertly.

Then, he quickly sent a message to the man with glasses who had just won, that is, [Mystic Gohan].

Let him, like Big Buu, remain silent, ignore anyone, and try to keep his distance from himself.

So far, Han Zheng himself, [Da Buu], and [Mysterious Gohan], the three of them have been unimpeded all the way and easily advanced to the quarterfinals!

Three [number plates], no waste!

"Among the top 8, you alone account for three ......" cousin Han Lei whispered on the side:

"Also, the top ten legions have really suffered heavy losses this time, I feel that the champions and runners-up this time have to be in your pocket."

Han Zheng shook his head slightly, looking a little noncommittal.

Think of the strange sensation that Vilkinko sensed on him, and the masked man who couldn't see the [Data Attributes]......

He always felt that this martial arts meeting might not be so simple.

7 rings, the game is over, and only the last place in the No. 8 ring has not yet been decided.

Han Zheng and his cousin hurried to the No. 8 ring, Han Zheng glanced around, and found that there didn't seem to be any masters on the side of the No. 8 group.

In fact, he also thought about this.

The first seven groups are simply masters, and almost all of the first-class players such as the chief and deputy captains of the top ten legions are concentrated in the first seven groups.

This has led to some serious deficiencies in the level of the eighth group, if the losers of other groups such as Sha Yu and Cobb are put into the eighth group, they will inevitably win the top eight.

At this time, at the same time that Han Zheng came to the No. 8 group, the referee's verdict quickly sounded.

The eighth quarter-finalist had already been decided, and this man was standing on the stage, hunched over his knees, panting heavily.

Han Zheng glanced up at the player, and then he was stunned.

It's him!