'25 times, Moby Dick City Chen Chuan VS Bac Ninh City Jing Qingyun'

Looking at the list of duels on the screen, Fang Tao and the others were stunned.

Chen Chuan was also a little surprised, he didn't expect to bump into the favorite to win the championship so soon.

Coming back to his senses, Fang Tao couldn't help frowning.

"It's tricky......"

Ying Xingyong, Ning Liqin, and Kong De also frowned.

Jing Qingyun is the strongest team in Bac Ninh City, and Yan Qicong from Anyang City is known as the two most likely to win the championship in this divisional competition!

Not to mention that his own life energy level has reached the peak of level 7, he was also born in the Jing family, one of the three major martial arts families in Bac Ninh City, with a long history of family education, and his martial arts attainments are extremely profound.

An ordinary level 7 peak martial artist, the two joining forces are not necessarily his opponents!

Except for Yan Qicong, the other contestants met him and were basically doomed to defeat.

Meng Qiao withdrew his gaze from the screen and glanced at Chen Chuan, feeling a slight regret in his heart.

It's a pity.

If it weren't for Jing Qingyun, Chen Chuan would still have a great chance of being promoted.

Maybe he can break the record again and become the first martial artist to advance to the round of 16 in the divisional competition!

But now......

Meng Qiao shook his head.

But to her surprise, even though she knew that she was about to face Jing Qingyun, Chen Chuan's face was still calm, without the slightest nervousness or unwillingness, and he didn't even frown.

Meng Qiao couldn't hold back the doubts in his heart, and couldn't help asking, "Chen Chuan, you don't have any pity at all?" ”

"What a pity?"

"If it weren't for Jing Qingyun, you might be able to enter the top 16, and there would be an extra Star Spirit Grass in the reward."

Chen Chuan raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Do you think I will lose?" ”

Meng Qiao was stunned, and said in his heart, isn't this something that anyone with a discerning eye can see?

It's just that such words naturally can't be spoken.

Seeing this, Chen Chuan smiled faintly, didn't say anything, closed his eyes and continued to close his eyes to recuperate.

Seeing his appearance, Meng Qiao couldn't help but be shocked for a while.

Could it be that Chen Chuan thinks he can win against Jing Qingyun?

But where did he get his confidence and confidence?

Meng Qiao thought about it before and after, but he couldn't think of the possibility that Chen Chuan could win against Jing Qingyun.

After a series of competitions, Meng Qiao had already seen that Chen Chuan was not as stated in the information given by the Hunter Guild, and his life energy level was only level 6 median, but level 6 peak.

But even if it is a 6th level peak, there is still a whole great realm away from Jing Qingyun, who is at the peak of level 7.

It is true that Chen Chuan's martial arts attainments are amazingly high.

Even the most outstanding young martial artist she had ever seen.

The martial arts attainments of many level 8 martial artists are not necessarily comparable to Chen Chuan.

No matter how outstanding the martial arts attainments are, they can't make up for the strength gap of the entire Great Realm.

Chen Chuan may be able to rely on the True Martial Style to compete with Jing Qingyun for a while, but when the huge True Martial Style exhausts his physical strength, he will still be defeated in the end.

No matter what you think, Chen Chuan can't win against Jing Qingyun.

Meng Qiao was puzzled, and finally had to give up the entanglement.

In any case, you'll find out when you get to the game.

After the break, the sixth round of matches, the round of 32, begins.

Once again, the number of rings was reduced to 8 rings playing at the same time.

In this way, at least one giant screen in each ring is broadcasting the battle in real time at all times, which fully meets the needs of the live audience.

The round of 32 was far more intense than the previous ones.

Sitting in the lounge hall, you can faintly hear the tsunami of shouts and cheers outside.

Chen Chuan's number of matches was 25 and he was arranged in the last batch.

It took more than an hour before it was finally his turn to play.

"Do your best, don't get hurt too hard!" Fang Tao patted Chen Chuan on the shoulder.

Ning Liqin made a cheering gesture towards him.

Chen Chuan smiled and walked towards the door under the complicated gaze of everyone.

As soon as I walked out of the lounge, a noisy atmosphere rushed to my face.

This was accompanied by a deafening sound.

"There seem to be a lot more people."

Chen Chuan looked around, and all he saw were black pressed human heads.

After all, it is the top 32, and there are obviously more viewers than yesterday.

Even the aisles were crowded with people.

When Chen Chuan stepped into the ring, Jing Qingyun happened to come up from the opposite side.

At the same time.

There are four giant screens in the stadium showing the two of them at the same time.

One of the top players in a divisional tournament.

One is a dark horse who was born out of nowhere, the first level 6 martial artist to enter the top 32 since the divisional competition was recorded.

The duel between such two topical characters is undoubtedly the audience's favorite to see.

It can be called the most watched matchup in the round of 32.

And the reaction from the audience proved it.

As Chen Chuan and Jing Qingyun stepped into the ring at the same time, the already noisy and unusual sound around them suddenly rose by more than a dozen decibels.

Many had expressions of excitement and anticipation.

"But it's finally time for this one, I was looking forward to it when the list came out just now!"

"One is a dark horse, the other is the favorite to win the championship, this game is interesting!"

"Cut, what's the point of view, can Chen Chuan still win against Jing Qingyun? There is no suspense about the outcome of this game! ”

"Whatever, I just want to watch Chen Chuan's game, tsk, it's the first time I've seen a level 6 martial artist as powerful as him!"

"It's a pity, if you give Chen Chuan another three years, there is a chance that the championship will be in his bag!"

"Let's wait for the next division...... Now I want to see how long Chen Chuan can hold up under Jing Qingyun! ”

"Hey, you bought it too?"

"Of course, I made a heavy bet, betting that Chen Chuan would support Jing Qingyun for a maximum of 10 minutes!"

Whether it is sports or martial arts, as long as the winner can be distinguished, the ancient profession of gambling will never be absent.

The divisional competition is no exception.

As early as when the list of games came out, the underground gambling opened the betting plate of Chen Chuan and Jing Qingyun's match.

Bet on how long Chen Chuan can hold up under Jing Qingyun before he loses.

Of course, there is also an option for Chen Chuan to win, and the odds are as high as twenty times.

It's just that except for a very small number of guys who want to be unpopular, no one has pressed Chen Chuan to win.

In the ring.

Jing Qingyun cast an interested look at Chen Chuan and looked him up and down.

He was also very curious about this genius martial artist who shined in the divisional competition and surprised countless people.

In other words, when he was still a level 6 martial artist, he would never be able to do something like Chen Chuan.

If you do your best, you may be able to fight with a level 7 lower martial artist.

But it was absolutely impossible to defeat a level 7 mid-rank martial artist.

At the level 7 level, every difference in rank represents a huge gap in strength, which is not so easy to surpass.

Having said that, Jing Qingyun didn't think Chen Chuan was his opponent.

Maybe in another two or three years, Chen Chuan can grow enough to be equal to him.

But at this stage, Chen Chuan is still a little worse after all.

After a moment, Jing Qingyun retracted his gaze and took off the weapon behind him.

Surprisingly, his weapon was a rare spear.

The nearly three-meter-long gunfire shone with a silvery metallic sheen.

The diamond-shaped tip of the spear shone with a cold light.

With Jing Qingyun's movements, a sharp aura slowly spread in the ring.

The air seemed to freeze a lot in an instant!

Chen Chuan raised his eyebrows, and also took off the steel knife from his waist, and his body also exuded a sharp momentum like a blade.

The referee standing in the middle was sandwiched by the two momentums, his complexion changed slightly, and he retreated to the edge of the ring before breathing a sigh of relief.

Then, he raised his arm and slammed it down.

"Game on!"

The moment the voice fell, the two figures had already slammed into each other in the center of the ring like torpedoes rushing through the waves.