In addition to Wang Lei's choice to withdraw from the fighting competition, Wang Zhen also chose to withdraw from the fighting competition.

In this way, there are only twenty participants left in this fighting competition.

On the 10th fighting ring.

Lin Yifan stood opposite to a student of the mid-level martial artist realm.

"It turned out to be Lin Yifan......" The student of the first-level mid-stage martial artist realm smiled slightly bitterly.

There are twenty martial arts students, there are not many students who are more than the first level early realm, plus those two students who are not martial artists, why is he so unlucky, he ran into Lin Yifan.

Previously, Lin Yifan easily defeated Zhao Hao in the late stage of the first level.

Lin Yifan's realm, I don't know much, but Lin Yifan's strength is at least a late-stage realm.

He's only in the middle of the first level, how can he beat it?

"I'm here I go." The student of the first-level mid-stage martial artist realm arched his hand and said.

This is the courtesy of a martial artist, the average high school student rarely reaches the realm of a martial artist, so he will not salute like this, otherwise it will only make people laugh, students who are not martial artists, only on some particularly formal occasions, will salute like this, the college entrance examination of the thirteenth high school, few people do this.

Lin Yifan suddenly saw this salute, and couldn't help but be stunned, and quickly reacted.

Most of the previous students had not reached the realm of martial artists, so they would not do so, but most of the remaining contestants at the moment had reached the realm of martial artists, and it was normal to do so.

"Hmm." Lin Yifan also arched his hand towards this student and nodded lightly.

Whew――

As Lin Yifan's words fell, the student on the opposite side made a move.

"Bang-"

Lin Yifan raised his hand and gently blocked the student's attack.

Because he had long expected this student's attack, although this student's attack was very powerful, Lin Yifan only used a small amount of strength to block it.

Whew――

Bang -

The next moment, Lin Yifan's body flashed to the student's side and slapped the student's back with a palm.

From this student's attack, and then to Lin Yifan's palm slapping this student's back, everything happened very quickly, as if this student himself was sent to Lin Yifan's palm.

Immediately, the student's body flew sideways.

"Shhhh

"A martial artist in the middle of the first level realm flew out so easily."

"This Lin Yifan's strength is really powerful."

Seeing this scene, many students gasped.

"I lost."

The martial artist of the middle level of the first level fell to the ground, stood up, and said with a wry smile.

Just a fight made him realize the gap between him and Lin Yifan, Lin Yifan had already left his hand, and if he didn't admit defeat, he would be uninteresting.

"No. 10 fighting platform, senior (9) Ban Lin wins."

The referee in the No. 10 fighting ring shouted loudly.

"I chose to keep playing." Lin Yifan raised his head, looked at the referee on the No. 10 fighting platform, and said.

His current strength, even if he is a martial artist of the late stage of the second level, is not necessarily his opponent, and defeating a martial artist of the middle stage of the first level does not waste a little of his strength at all.

In fact, after the entire fighting competition, Lin Yifan has rarely rested.

"No. 10 fighting platform, the next fighter, senior (9) class Lin Yifan and senior (14) class Zhao Hui."

The referee in Ring 10 nodded and shouted loudly.

Zhao Hui, who was in the third (14th) class of high school, had just finished his break and was waiting for the other contestants, who were either fighting or resting, and were immediately selected.

"Damn, I'm so unlucky, I would have continued to rest if I knew I'd been there, why did I participate in the competition so soon......"

As soon as he heard that the assigned opponent was Lin Yifan, Zhao Hui immediately grimaced.

The students of the first-level mid-stage realm and the first-level late-stage realm are not Lin Yifan's opponents, he is only the first-level early stage, how can he be Lin Yifan's opponent, this time, he will lose.

"Bang-"

Sure enough, not long after the fight between Zhao Hui and Lin Yifan began, Lin Yifan slapped him to the edge of the ring with one palm.

"I throw in the towel."

This Zhao Hui was also very crisp and said immediately.

He also saw that Lin Yifan's previous opponents were not injured much, so he dared to fight Lin Yifan, otherwise he would admit defeat as soon as he came to power.

"No. 10 fighting platform, senior (9) Ban Lin wins."

The referee at Ring 10 shouted.

This time, Lin Yifan did not speak, but raised his head and looked at Li Zhen in the distance, among the martial arts students who were resting.

"Win again!" Seeing Lin Yifan win again, Li Zhen hated it in his heart and gritted his teeth, he never thought that a small person in his eyes would come to such a dazzling point.

At this moment, Li Zhen suddenly saw Lin Yifan's gaze.

"Lin Yifan!" Lin Yifan's cold gaze made Li Zhen's body shake up, and a trace of fear involuntarily grew in his heart.

Subconsciously, Li Zhen lowered his head slightly, his eyes flickered rapidly, and he didn't dare to look at Lin Yifan.

If he wanted to beat Lin Yifan hard in this fighting competition first, let him breathe a sigh of relief.

Now, he has no faith at all.

First of all, Zhao Hao of the first-level late-stage realm was defeated by Lin Yifan, and just now, a martial artist student of the first-level mid-stage realm was also defeated by Lin Yifan very simply, Lin Yifan's strength is at least the first-level late-stage realm.

With the same strength, he didn't have the confidence to beat Lin Yifan.

"Only by defeating Lin Yifan can you reunite the heart of martial arts, otherwise, it will be difficult for you to advance to the realm of second-level martial artists in the future, that Lin Yifan's talent is not simple, this fighting competition is your only chance." At this moment, Li Zhen remembered what his uncle Li Chaoyang had said to him.

"Big brother, in this fighting competition, let's go to suppress the formation for Xiao Zhen." Li Chaoan said.

"I'm staying at home for too long this time, it's time to go to Qinglong Star, you don't want to help Xiao Zhen suppress the array, so even if he recondenses the heart of martial arts, the heart of martial arts is not firm, the sword edge is sharpened, don't get too used to Xiao Zhen, that Lin Yifan only broke through the realm of martial artists two months ago, at most he reached the realm of a mid-level martial artist, Xiao Zhen has already reached the realm of a late-stage martial artist, as long as he uses those moves I taught him, that Lin Yifan can't be his opponent." Li Chaoyang shook his head and said.

"The only chance, this is my only chance!" Li Zhen suddenly raised his head and looked at Lin Yifan.

"I'm well rested!" Li Zhen turned his head to look at the referee on the side and said.

"I chose to keep playing."

In the ring, Lin Yifan looked at the referee and said.

"No. 10 fighting platform, the next fighter, Li Zhen of the third (5th) class of high school and Lin Yifan of the third (9th) class of high school."

The referee of the No. 10 fighting ring nodded, glanced at Li Zhen, who was the only one free, and shouted loudly.