Shi Yan was knocked unconscious on the spot and flew out of the ring in an instant.

The crowd of onlookers under the ring looked at the flying stone rocks and hurriedly dodged aside.

Shi Yan fell to the ground heavily, his eyes closed and motionless.

Han Zheng and Zhou Xing quickly stepped forward, and at the same time, on the other side of the ring, several copy characters behind the referee also immediately dispatched and ran to Shi Yan's side.

Shi Yan was unconscious at the moment, as if he was seriously injured, and several dungeon characters quickly pressed their hands on Shi Yan's body, and then these hands shone at the same time, enveloping Shi Yan.

The light dissipated in an instant, and Shi Yan's whole person disappeared with the scattered light.

The setting in the [Martial Arts Club] dungeon is that once a combatant suffers extremely serious injuries during the competition, there will be a dungeon character who will teleport them out of the dungeon and back to the private living area.

Combatants who are sent out of the dungeon and return to the private area will be healed immediately.

At this moment, the birthmark man was already in the voice of the referee announcing the victory, slowly walked out of the ring and returned to the crowd.

"Zheng Han, do you feel that this person has about how much combat power he has?" Looking at the birthmark man who was gradually walking away, Zhou Xing leaned over and asked in a whisper.

"It's hard to say...... Han Zheng shook his head slightly: "...... The punch he had just broken through the Turtle Sect's Qigong and the kick that had kicked Shi Yan were very calm, and I felt that he was still not doing his best. ”

"When Shi Yan was in the dungeon with us before, his combat power was 132......" Zhou Xing rubbed his neck and analyzed: "During the time he returned to the living area, he should have also cultivated, judging from the strength of the Turtle Sect Qigong he just struck, and the speed at which he rushed out, it should be about the same as me now, right?" ”

Han Zheng nodded: "It should be about the same, with such combat power, and being knocked down by him with one move, this person with a long birthmark is really not to be underestimated." ”

At this time, in the four groups of eight rings, all the qualifiers have ended, and the top 8 players of this [Martial Arts Club] have also been decided.

Other combatants who lost the qualifiers and failed to make it to the top 8 are free to choose to leave the dungeon immediately, or stay in the dungeon and wait to watch tomorrow's top 8 event.

Of the 120 combatants who failed to make it to the end of the preliminary round, apart from some of them had to be teleported back to their living quarters because they were too badly injured in the previous game, and a small number of them left the dungeon because they lost the game, and there were as many as sixty or seventy people who chose to stay and continue to watch the battle tomorrow.

The [Budokai] dungeon, which provides temporary accommodation for the fighters, is located next to the Budoji Hall.

Due to the limited activity space of the [Martial Arts Society] dungeon, the dozens of combatants had nowhere else to go except to return to their temporary residences to rest.

The temporary shelter was divided into two floors, and dozens of combatants who lost the preliminaries and stayed to watch the game were all accommodated on the first floor.

The top 8 players live and rest on the second floor.

Each fighter was assigned a separate room, and on the second floor, because only 8 fighters lived, the area of each room was extraordinarily spacious.

Han Zheng and Zhou Xing, under the guidance of the dungeon characters, came to the temporary residence and walked up to the second floor.

Here, they saw the top 8 winners of the other preliminary rounds.

Among the top 8 players, 7 men and 1 woman, Han Zheng and Zhou Xing, in addition to the birthmark man who defeated Shi Yan, there are two slightly chubby men, a middle-aged bald man, a short and thin man, and a young woman with a ponytail.

The top 8 contestants, after looking at each other with hostility, walked into the house one after another and did not come out again.

In the room, the dungeon characters had already prepared exquisite meals for the contestants, and Han Zheng, who had just consumed a lot of physical strength, immediately feasted on it.

After a full meal, sleepiness hit, Han Zheng took a hitch, and was about to take a good rest, at this moment, Zhou Xing suddenly sent a text message again:

[Zheng Han, what are you busy doing in the house?] ]

[Nothing, just finished eating and was about to take a break, how about you?] ]

[I'm downstairs, mingling with the other combatants, looking for a few familiar faces, and getting some news back]

[Oh?] What's the catch? ]

[Alas, except for inquiring, this copy of the [Martial Arts Club] was jointly opened by the [Red Dragon Corps], and there is no useful news left, I didn't find anyone too familiar with me downstairs, and I didn't even hear the origin and information of the top 8 players]

[When I was competing before, I didn't bother to pay attention to the situation of other rings, and now I don't know anything about other players]

[Forget it, I'm too lazy to continue to ask, I haven't even eaten yet, I have to hurry upstairs to eat and sleep]

After such a conversation with Zhou Xing, Han Zheng's pajamas suddenly decreased a lot, and on the bookcase in the room, there was actually a full set of "Dragon Ball" comics......

……

……

The morning of the second day.

Han Zheng's door was knocked on by the dungeon character, today's top 8 tournament is about to begin, before the game starts, 8 contestants are needed to come to the martial arts temple hall first, and draw lots.

Han Zheng stepped out of the room, and at the same time, Zhou Xing and the other top 8 also walked out of the house one after another.

Under the guidance of the dungeon characters, the 8 players quickly came to the guild hall.

"Okay, now please gather all the players here ......" As in the original book, the referee wearing sunglasses appeared in the hall at this moment, holding a roster book in his hand, standing on the side of the drawing chart and saying:

"Now we will draw lots to determine the order of the competition, and then we will ask the players whose names are read to draw lots."

Just before, another dungeon character had already asked for the names of the top 8 players one by one and handed the roster to the Sunglasses judges.

"Now for the roll call, uh...... Mr. Zhang Fanda. The referee in sunglasses held up the roster and read out the name of the first person.

The short, thin man walked briskly to the draw box and reached out to draw a number.

"Ah, Mr. Zhang Fanda is the number 6 ......"

Zhang Fanda?

Hearing this name, Han Zheng suddenly felt interesting in his heart, he suddenly thought of Sun Kele he met in the preliminaries before, the two have such similar names and styles, they can't be on the same team, right?

"Mr. Zheng Qian!"

A slightly chubby man quickly walked out and drew a number in the draw box.

"Mr. Zheng Qian is the number 8."

"Mr. Zhou Xing!"

"Oh, Mr. Zhou Xing is number one."

"Mr. Shen Zhong!"

The birthmark man walked out slowly.

"Mr. Shen Zhong is No. 3."

It turned out that the birthmark man's name was Shen Zhong, and Han Zheng secretly noted that he was No. 3, that is, the second game of the first round.

"Ms. Ji Ying!"

The only woman in the top 8 stepped forward and drew the number.

"Ms. Ji Ying is No. 4."

"Mr. Zheng Han!"

Han Zheng walked over when he heard the sound, quickly drew out the number, and there was a "7" written on the small number ball.

"Mr. Zheng Han is No. 7."

"Mr. Gongsun Oolong!"

The middle-aged bald man immediately walked up and quickly grabbed one of the last two number balls.

"Mr. Gongsun Oolong is No. 2."

No. 2, that is to say, this middle-aged bald man is Zhou Xing's opponent in the first round, his name is fake at first glance, and it is too individual, Han Zheng held back a smile and quickly sent a message to Zhou Xing:

[Your first-round opponent is Gongsun Oolong, you have to be careful of his sunflower point acumen and turtle shell magic skills]

[Phew, Gongsun Oolong is a bird, I'm still Shangguan Yundun]-Zhou Xing replied immediately.

"So, the last Mr. Liu Xiaoyu......" The sunglasses referee held up the roster, looked at the last chubby man in the top 8, and said:

“…… Your signature is number 5. ”

Liu Xiaoyu nodded and did not make a sound.

The draw is over, and the [Martial Arts Club] top 8 matchup table is officially released, and the first round of matchups is as follows:

The first game: No. 1 Zhou Xing VS No. 2 Gongsun Oolong

The second game: No. 3 Shen Zhong VS No. 4 Ji Ying

The third game: No. 5 Liu Xiaoyu VS No. 6 Zhang Fenda

Scene 4: No. 7 Zheng Han VS No. 8 Zheng Qian

"Okay, now please all the players, go to the outdoor ring, the top 8 of the martial arts tournament will start soon!"