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As a grand ceremony once every ten years on the mainland, the [World Martial Arts] held by the Holy Soul Temple itself and gathered the elite teenagers of the whole continent has finally begun.

On the side of Egret City, preparations began early, so the event was very grand.

In the city's major districts, countless rings were erected, each covering a wide area and as large as five basketball courts.

Under the ring, countless mortals or soul masters watched, and at the same time, next to each ring, there was also a powerful soul master presiding.

The tournament starts with the qualifiers, and except for a few talented people who are exempted from the competition, most of them have to start from the qualifiers and fight their way out of the encirclement.

According to rough estimates, this time, soul masters of the whole city who were less than twenty years old enthusiastically signed up, and the number reached an unprecedented 1,000.

The qualifiers will be played in many rounds until the final twenty people are selected.

"Only after passing the preliminaries can you enter the finals." Mo Yan was under a ring, watching the fierce battle above.

His plan was to have a decapitation operation, and the only moment that could concentrate the power of the Soul Master of Egret City was this final moment.

So, he, must make it to the final.

"A bunch of scum, rookies pecking each other." Looking at the young soul master in the ring, whose average strength was only two or three stars, Mo Yan felt no pressure.

After all, an ordinary Devourer is at least equivalent to a Seven-Star Soul Master.

"Next, Song Ding of the Muyue Martial Soul Pavilion vs Zhang San of the Bloody Martial Soul Pavilion." The soul master who presided over this ring competition took out a form and read it.

Egret City divided the competition into ten ring areas, and each ring area allocated a hundred applicants to compete against each other.

Mo Yan happened to be assigned to this ring.

He jumped easily and stepped into the ring, and at the same time, he saw clearly that his opponent in the first battle was a soul master boy with a yellow face.

This young man was skinny, trembling when he walked, and the soul power on his body fluctuated slightly. There is only one star embroidered on the clothes, and he is a one-star soul master.

"Good scum......" Mo Yan said speechlessly, he didn't expect his first opponent to be like this, he was still playing with a posture of playing, ready to play some young geniuses, but seeing his opponent like this, Mo Yan didn't even have the heart to play, he just wanted to solve the other party quickly and complete the task.

However, Zhang San on that side suddenly cheered and said excitedly: "God, my opponent is actually a soul master apprentice, my luck is too good." ”

Soul master apprentices refer to those who have not even reached one star, although they are still a little stronger than mortals, but in the soul master world, they belong to the bottom of the existence.

Only then did Mo Yan remember that the young man of Song Ding who he possessed seemed to be an apprentice of a soul master.

Zhang San laughed and said, "Little brother, thank you for participating." I thought I was just here to make a soy sauce, but because of you, I think I can advance to the next round. ”

Many soul masters below also showed envious glances.

"My God, a soul master apprentice came up to join in the fun, isn't this a clear gift of heads."

"Zhang San's luck is really good, and the opponent he got is actually this scum, which is equivalent to a round of byes in disguise."

"Why don't I have such good luck, will that Zhang San have some ulterior py deal with the soul master who presided over the ring."

Many people are jealous of their eyes.

Mo Yan also discovered that most of the martial arts in the world this time were formal soul masters, and there were almost no people like him who didn't even reach a one-star soul master.

At this time, the high-level soul master who was presiding over the ring waved his hand and said, "Begin!" ”

The duel has officially begun!

"Hahahahahaha, little brother, don't worry, I will be very gentle." Looking at the apprentice boy in front of him, Zhang San rubbed his hands and said obscenely.

"Zhang San?" Mo Yan complained: "Hey, listening to your name, you are a soy sauce beater." Listen to my name - Song Ding, is it very heroic, the feeling of the chosen son, you know each other to surrender early, and we will cripple you later. ”

Mo Yan suddenly 'spoke wildly', causing a burst of laughter below.

"I like your sense of humor." A hint of mockery suddenly appeared on Zhang San's withered face, and then he said, "I'm going to start...... Forehead! ”

Before he could finish speaking, a black afterimage had already swept by, and instantly moved to his side, and without saying a word, a heavy punch hit him.

Before poor Zhang San finished speaking, he was beaten out like a kite, fell a hundred meters away, vomited blood and fainted.

He never saw who had attacked him.

"There's a lot of nonsense, it's all said that you should surrender early." Mo Yan said coldly. At this moment, beside him, stood a pitch-black puppet.

Only then did everyone see clearly that the black figure standing beside Mo Yan was a well-made puppet swordsman.

It was this black puppet that had just made a move.

"Hey, he's fouled."

"It's a waste to rely on a puppet."

"But it seems that the rules of the competition don't say that you can't use puppets."

……

The crowd of onlookers below immediately discussed.

At this time, the soul master who presided over the ring glanced at Mo Yan, and at the same time took a deep look at the fine puppet, and then said lightly: "Mo Yan, win!" ”

The pot suddenly exploded below, and those people from the Bloody Martial Spirit Pavilion muttered dissatisfiedly: "Hey, he's foul, he's using a puppet!" ”

And the people in the crowd of the Muyue Martial Soul Pavilion couldn't stand it, although they didn't know Mo Yan, but as people from the same Martial Soul Pavilion, they didn't care about helping their relatives, especially in the face of their old opponent Bloody Martial Soul Pavilion.

These people from the Muyue Martial Soul Pavilion began to mock: "You saw that rule, saying that soul masters are not allowed to bring puppets up. In the previous world of martial arts, some people relied on their puppets to reach the finals, and there were once people who entered the finals in front of the palace with this move. ”

"The puppet is also part of the soul master's own strength."

"If you don't accept it, you can use it, as long as you can find a strong enough puppet."

The two sides began to curse and scold like this, and the anger became heavier and heavier.

Generally speaking, soul masters will not bring puppets to the ring, because most puppets are weak and cannot be of much use at all. In addition, manipulating the puppet requires the soul master to dedicate a part of his mental attention, which is easily distracted and broken by people individually.

Most of the puppets in this world are very low-level, but there are also some high-level puppets, and everyone at the scene obviously regarded the puppets around Mo Yan as those expensive high-level puppets.

At this time, the soul master who presided over the ring suddenly shouted: "Shut up for me, and then make trouble to erase all qualifications!" ”

The scene suddenly fell silent.

This is the difference in strength, the decision of a high-level soul master, why do you need to explain it to your low-level soul master.

"In the next game, He Yunyue of the Harmony Moon Martial Soul Pavilion will face the Wandering Soul Master Zhang Qi."

Time is precious, and this soul master immediately started the next one.

The apprentice of the Bloody Martial Spirit Pavilion, although he was a little dissatisfied in his heart, but the rules were like this, so he could only grit his teeth and admit it.

All eyes were quickly drawn to the next match.