Suddenly, Xin Lin appeared in a ring, which was slightly larger than the beginner standard, fifteen meters long and wide, and one meter high. In the middle of the ring, there is a dotted line diagonally separating the two sides, and Xin Lin stands in the corner of the ring, and his opponent has arrived, standing on the opposite side to look at himself.

Xin Lin was also looking at the other party, and with a telepathic sweep, he knew that this person was a junior samurai, medium in size, and his appearance was not good, number 18665, and he was placed in the first group like himself.

At this time, there is a 30-second countdown in the middle of the ring, and the game stipulates that you cannot move until the countdown is over, at this time the two sides can communicate, but it is never allowed to buy or coerce the opponent in any way, if it is found, immediately disqualified, even if you have won the prize money, it will be recovered.

Xin Lin didn't have the idea of talking to the other party, his eyes swept around, and the people in the ring next door were fighting very fiercely, and not many people in the audience noticed his side.

When the other party saw Xin Lonely looking so calm and relaxed, his heart suddenly tightened, could it be that he had met a master in the secret way?

"Hello, my name is Barrett, from the port services company of Europa, and I am currently a mid-level samurai. What company are you from? He deliberately tried it, but he didn't tell the truth, exaggerated his strength, and wanted to scare Xin Lian, but Xin Lin just glanced at him lightly and didn't respond.

Barrett was puzzled, but he didn't know that Xin Lin had already seen through his strength.

The thirty-second countdown was quickly over, and Barrett saw that he couldn't be frightened, so he took the initiative to attack, taking three steps and doing two steps, sprinting quickly, jumping and flying and kicking Xin Lone's chest.

Xin Shi was directly speechless.

Just from this flying kick, you can see what level the opponent is, his speed and strength are good, and he is the best among junior samurai, but his martial arts strength is too poor! The most taboo thing about the center of gravity between samurai is too high, and they can't jump randomly, especially when the opponent's strength is unknown, blindly kicking is simply looking for death.

This kick is very high, and it is also very good-looking, from one of the twelve consecutive bullet legs, but the action is completely deformed, indicating that this person's bullet legs are just getting started, and he hasn't even touched the realm of proficiency.

In the face of this inferior flying kick, Xin Lin has a hundred ways to defeat the opponent.

In an instant, many thoughts flashed through Xin Xiao's mind, and he sighed faintly, the opponent of the amateur competition really couldn't look forward to it.

Barrett was secretly happy when he saw Xin Lonely motionless, thinking that he had touched a rookie, and regardless of the deformation of his moves, the strength on his feet increased again, trying to end the battle with one kick.

However, at the moment when he was about to kick, Xin Lin suddenly took a step back at random, just right to avoid this kick. A kick in the air, due to too much force could not be retracted, Barrett's center of gravity suddenly lost balance, involuntarily fell forward, before he could regain his foothold, only felt that the ankle kicked in mid-air hurt, as if he was grabbed by a big hand like an iron pincer, and then the whole person was thrown up and thrown out.

Barrett fell to the ground, and when he looked around, he found himself under the ring.

If you fall out of the ring, you will be judged to lose no matter what the situation is.

The whole fight was less than five seconds, and Barrett looked frustrated, not figuring out how he lost, but Xin Lin in the ring didn't look at him again and dodged away.

After the first game, Xin Lin withdrew from the virtual world.

Lian Chengbi was next to the induction cabin, and as soon as he came out, he applauded softly and said, "Congratulations, I won the first game." ”

Xin Lonely smiled dumbly, shook his head and said: "Fighting in the ring with such a bad opponent, there is really no joy at all, in other words, you can do it in a few seconds." ”

"No matter how bad the opponent is, this is a victory and something to be happy about." Lian Chengbi disagreed, and said: "Actually, you also know that the Star Cup is an amateur competition after all, and it has just started the selection competition, and there are not many opponents worthy of you to take seriously, but you still need to be careful, and you can't overturn the boat in the gutter." ”

"I know." Xin Lin nodded, but did not refute.

Lian Chengbi didn't know that he had telepathy, and he could see through the opponent's approximate strength at a glance, and the probability of capsizing was infinitely close to zero.

In the afternoon, Xin Lin entered the virtual world again.

The opponent drawn in the second game was another junior samurai, who was slightly stronger than the Barriet in the morning, but it was also very limited. Xin Lin only defended at first, played patiently for half a minute, and then randomly found an opportunity to kick the opponent out of the ring and won easily.

For a few days after that, Xin Lin did not encounter a threatening opponent, even a mid-level samurai was vulnerable, he won all the way, but he did not show any amazing strength, only with the Jingwu Changquan and the Lost Trace Step, usually for a minute or two, and then defeat the opponent.

In order not to attract too much attention, Xin Lone's way of defeating his opponent is not limited to knocking people out of the ring, but occasionally knocking out the opponent and injuring him, so that the opponent loses his combat effectiveness and automatically admits defeat.

Rao is like this, Xin Lin is still noticed by some people.

The Jupiter Chamber of Commerce, the organizer of the martial arts tournament, has set up a record leaderboard, which refreshes the data in real time and can query the battle results of all players. After more than a dozen games, there are not many players who can still maintain a winning record, a total of more than 200 people, and Xin Lin is one of them.

All the contestants were divided into eight groups, and in the first group where Xin Lin was, there were relatively few players who maintained a 100% winning rate, only a dozen, so the other players in the first group secretly prayed not to draw the strongest opponents in this batch.

Most of these all-winning players are intermediate samurai and senior samurai, there are very few junior samurai, and there is only one Xin Lin in the first group, so he is particularly eye-catching and remembered by many players in the first group.

Because Xin Lin did not show particularly strong strength, many people thought that Xin Lone, a junior samurai, was just lucky and did not meet a really powerful opponent, so he could maintain a complete victory, thinking that his luck could not be good all the time, and maybe he would lose the next game.

However, after a few days of competition, Xin Lin defeated 12 opponents in a row and still maintained a complete victory, which was a big surprise!

At this time, most of the trials had been carried out, and there were less than 100 players who could still win all of them, and these people stood out and were named the seeded players of this martial arts competition.

If nothing else, champions will be born among them.

Among these seeded players, there are only three junior samurai, and Xin Lin is one of them, so it is difficult for him to avoid being noticed. This is also no way, even if Xin Lin hides most of his strength and intends to keep a low profile, but the opponents he encounters are indeed relatively weak in his opinion, and it is impossible for him to deliberately lose the game, and he will not be able to pass this level psychologically.

In the following games, Xin Lian's ring attracted attention, and as soon as he entered the ring, the scene in the ring would switch to the stadium for the audience to see directly.

Seeing this, Xin Lin simply gradually revealed part of his strength, and the commentator invited by the martial arts competition saw the doorway and explained to the audience that Xin Lone's Jingwu Changquan and Lost Trace Step are not low, and they have reached the realm of thoroughness, so they can pass all the way and maintain a complete victory.

Under the watchful eyes of the audience, Xin Lin defeated one opponent after another, and the selection tournament was slowly coming to an end, with only the last few games left.

In the penultimate game, Xin Lin appeared in the ring again, and when he saw his opponent clearly, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

The opponent in this field is a woman, with a medium stature of about 1.6 meters, in her thirties, excellent appearance, clean and bright temperament, and a high ponytail on the back of her head, fresh and refined.

Xin Lin recognized her, this name is Qiao Jing, and she is one of the most watched players in this martial arts competition. Among all the players in the first group, Qiao Jingming's strength is recognized as the top three in this group, and she is also a potential contender for the championship.

In fact, on the first day of the competition, Xin Lin noticed Qiao Jing and knew that she might threaten herself, so she secretly remembered it at the time, and later inquired about her information. Qiao Jing is a lightspeed samurai, she represents an energy group in Jupiter III Space City, Chinese New Year's Eve is thirty-nine years old, only one year away from disqualifying, the Force is a mid-level samurai, only one step away from a high-level samurai.

In addition, Qiao Jing is good at palm and footwork, and has been fighting the enemy in the ring with the Phantom Cloud Palm and Eight Steps Chasing the Wind, both of which she has practiced to the realm of thoroughness, and with the strong Force cultivation, almost no opponent can last in front of her for a minute. She, like Xin Lian, has won all of her records so far.

Lian Chengbi, who was watching the battle in reality, couldn't help but look worried when he saw that Xin Lone's opponent turned out to be Qiao Jing, and secretly said that Xin Lone's luck seemed to be a little bad, and he actually won Qiao Jing!

Almost at the same moment, many viewers discovered the group of opponents of Xin Lin and Qiao Jing, and when the two seeded opponents who maintained the victory met together, there would be a wonderful battle that immediately attracted the audience of the other rings.

The organizers of the martial arts tournament did not expect this situation, but they reacted very quickly, switching the ring where the two were to the most prominent position in the middle of the competition venue to raise attention, and extended the countdown to this ring to one minute, so that the two of them had sufficient time to prepare.

At this time, the contestants in the audience were talking about each other, and the audience watching the game outside the stadium also set off a discussion.

After this battle, one of Xin Lin and Qiao Jing must lose their winning record.

Except for Lian Chengbi, almost everyone saw Hao Qiao Jing, because Xin Lian's weakness was too obvious, he was too young, his Force cultivation was insufficient, and the chance of winning was too small for a junior samurai to face an intermediate samurai.

In the ring, Xin Lone's demeanor was still very relaxed, and when he encountered such a powerful opponent, he didn't see any nervousness or depression on his face, and nodded slightly towards Qiao Jing.

Qiao Jing was also observing Xin Lin before, and Zhengse responded: "I have watched your game, although you are only a junior samurai, but your strength is very strong, Jingwu Changquan and Lost Trace Step are very powerful, and it is by no means relying on luck to get to this point as others say, so I will go all out to defeat you." ”

"Okay." Xin Lian's face was calm, and he said a word lightly.

Both stopped talking, silently waiting, and when the one-minute countdown was over, the dividing line between the two disappeared.