"Dear Madam, who do you think will win the battle below, the poor boy who came from nowhere, or our great work?"

"Hmph, what a boring question, the one who wins is naturally that kid."

"It seems that the dean of the so-called Life Research Institute doesn't have a good vision, that kid's heart is full of all kinds of desires, and he is completely not focused, and this is fatal for a sword cultivator."

"For a cultivator, giving up one's desires is the most fatal." The small female competition was not at all behind, "I don't think that a mature cultivator will lose to an experimental weapon. ”

"So let's wait and see."

The eyes of the two of them returned to the field, the Young Cultivator Challenge that was going on here, this is the place where all young cultivators are given a chance, as long as they get the top ten here, then they can be accepted by any higher academy, but this opportunity is not for everyone.

Only those who need other ways to enter can squeeze into the top ten here, and as for ordinary people, they are like the children who are fighting hard below, they are just testers who have been lured by various reasons to test the success of many unscrupulous human body modification results.

"Huha, huha."

Liszt felt that his lungs were about to burn, and he swore that this was definitely his practice, no, it was the most embarrassing feeling he had ever felt since he was born, even if he didn't get the system at the beginning, and he was beaten by them because he offended a few so-called great classmates.

The last time you just had to hold your head tightly, anyway, those people didn't dare to kill, and they would be relieved when they were tired of fighting, but this time it was a battle, a battle that could not be distracted at all, not to mention letting your muscles adapt to the pain of all this, and you had to mobilize every nerve in your body to barely survive.

That's right, it's the only way to survive, in the first encounter with this enemy, Liszt felt the malice of the opposite, this is an opponent who is very good at killing, and the other party will do nothing but kill, from that moment on, his heart hangs.

Don't say anything, there are referees here who will stop the killing. From the ticket he got here, the contract of life and death he signed, and now this obviously discordant battle, the rules here only protect an individual, and he does not belong to that individual.

On the right side, in the direction of three o'clock, three speed attacks, the opponent's breathing rhythm has not changed, there is spare strength, two seconds later, the contact is made, and the opponent's move changes in the range of about half a percent, but if he has hidden before, then this time, at most three points.

The pain of the body as if it had been torn apart, and the pain was even clearer under the high concentration of the mind, and even the wind tore off a layer of his skin, but under such extreme sensitivity, the enemy's attack became catchable, and it became fragmented under high-speed thinking.

"This is the final blow."

I don't know why, maybe it's the instinct to fight, maybe it's the experience of this way, Liszt has such a sentence in his mind, and then he mustered up the last spiritual power.

"Die."

Fast, this is twice as fast as the fastest in the calculation, the person behind Liszt has already burned his own life source, with such an unreasonable tactic, the other party successfully surpassed the calculation, and sent out a fatal blow, the sword cultivation infused the whole spirit of the lore.

At this moment, time became slower, and a large amount of aura poured into the brain, and under the immersion of the aura, the brain transcended the constraints of the body, the speed of thinking continued to rise, and a large amount of energy was consumed, which was finally transformed into Liszt's attack.

"Die."

Liszt's sword is a late strike, and the speed is not as fast as the opponent's desperate blow, the so-called late strike does not exist, but he has such an advantage - his blood is thick.

"Poof!"

Almost as expected, the long sword penetrated into the body from the area where the heart was located on the left side of the back, and as the sword body entered the body, a stream of pure sword qi also gushed out, bringing out a bowl-sized wound on the young man's chest.

But in this huge wound, there are a lot of things missing, the blood vessel fragments that should be there, and the more important heart fragments are not there, and some are just incredibly redundant bone ballast, and it is the existence of these bones that makes the previous attack deviate.

Then the muscles contracted, the large hole in his chest was closed, and Liszt's sword was finally belated.

"The winner of this battle has been decided, the winner Liszt, as a poor, civilian, an ordinary person with nothing, tonight he staged a wonderful counterattack in front of our eyes, and now he has defeated the last regular season opponent and successfully entered the top 10."

Rumble!

Suddenly the whole venue was crushed by the noise, some people were cheering, celebrating Liszt's victory, and also celebrating their wise choice, while others were scolding, slamming the two people who were fighting, all the voices were mixed together, not to mention whether they could hear what these people were saying, and it was estimated that even they themselves did not know what they were saying.

"Now, Mr. Liszt, you have a chance to choose whether you participate in the tiebreaker or not, and if you participate and win......"

"Sorry, I'm not interested."

"Wait, wait, I haven't said anything about the prize for the Victory Tournament, this reward is superior and frightening, ...... than a mere place for admission to a prestigious school."

"I'm still the same thing, I don't have any interest, I just want to get a place in the school, and what comes after that doesn't suit me."

"Ha, it's really an easy guy to satisfy, but the road to cultivation is not smooth, whether it is resources, qualifications, or even time is very demanding, if you want to cultivate into an immortal, you need not only hard work, but also opportunities, if you go well, you will become an immortal, and if you go against it, you will become an immortal, is it really good to give up now?"

There is no answer, there is some truth in the other party's words, if the battle here is really fair enough, then he will naturally stay here and continue to fight, but now the living mortals are better than the dead immortals.

Ignoring the cacophony of curses around him, Liszt walked into the tunnel and disappeared from the field.

"See, this is the gap between you and me, the gap between you and me, as a researcher, afraid of the same kind, afraid of their thinking, so to erase their ability to think, so a simple machine is the best machine, with such a stupid and arrogant thinking, how can you be my opponent."

"It's like, how did your machine, which is not afraid of anything, win a warrior who is afraid of death."

Fearlessness sounds like a good word, but it is the abandonment, the original and most original blessing of life - fear, because of the fear of losing face, so we have to maintain our dignity, because of the fear of backwardness, so we have to desperately catch up, because of the fear of death, so we have to live desperately.

In that battle just now, Liszt's enemy can be said to have achieved the last in terms of timing and tactics, but in the end he still lost, losing in the fear of death.

Fearless, he can burn his life in exchange for an unimportant victory, while Liszt, who fears death, can surpass him, desperately dodge the fatal blow, and fight back to win.

"Hmph."

The taunted man snorted and turned to leave, though he still needed to talk to Ilya about something, but he didn't want to see her now.

"Ah, Hua Feng, what are you doing, why did you throw away my trust in you."