An overwhelming tornado swept out, which not only stunned the audience, but also the 'presidents and referees' in the stands.

Especially Feng Zhen, the master of the wind fist flow.

"It's!" Is this the breath of the wind? Is there anyone else on the continent of Arad who knows such a method? His heart shook wildly, the breath of the wind was a qigong master... No, it's not just the Qigong Master's Association, but there is also one person who will!

"It's !! cheating" Norton's mustache curled and cocked, pointing at the tornado: "It's magic!" "He's not targeting anyone, he's just speaking as a referee.

"It was taught by Mr. G.S.D." The wind gusted silently, whispering something in Norton's ear.

gsd.... Norton muttered to himself, as if he remembered someone.

"There seems to be nothing wrong with swordsmen who know how to do magic, but if I'm fair, magic swordsmen may become a trend, right?" Norton immediately changed his tune.

Good guys, you bunch of double-standard dogs! Barn, above the chief, moved his fingers slightly, but didn't say anything. He was the least qualified to speak, firstly because he initiated this swordsman charge, and secondly...

"The wind is a little too violent." Sharan couldn't stand it anymore, and many adventurers below her had already begun to suck blood.

As a peace-loving woman, she can't bear it.

"Calm down, raging winds," Sharan muttered, and soon, the tornado became less sharp.

It's just not as sharp, and the effect of blocking the enemy's footsteps is still retained. Zi Feile immediately noticed that someone was doing ghosts, but he didn't think about it in the stands, he just thought that there was someone with good strength in the crowd.

"Interesting!" He chuckled, carried Sivis in one hand, and slid all the way to the entrance.

"Pick two handies, pick carefully, this wooden sword must be greasy!" As he spoke, Zi Feile turned around and faced the other contestants.

Sivis answered, his hands pressed in front of the wooden sword, and slowly closed his eyes.

"Boy, didn't you make the hell just now!" A strong man with a red fruit on his upper body and scars on his body greeted him head-on.

Taking advantage of his tall stature, he made small movements when he stepped forward, and even took out a small dagger from the waistband of his trousers.

"Yo~" Zi Feile's eyes lit up. That's right, I'll just say, when did the adventurers of Arad be so martial!

Sure enough, the Molotov cocktail should still be used during the competition, and the Sky Tree Fruit should still be right! Just as Zi Feile was about to swing out the 'Flying Slash' with his bare hands, a cold snort came from the stands.

"Out, you idiot!" Immediately afterwards, there was the scolding of Ba'an Gubo Mujing. Then, a sword aura broke through the air, hitting the man's back and sending him flying.

Barn obviously retracted his strength, otherwise a blow could easily break the strong man and Zi Feile in front of him in half.

Gan, worthy of being a lackey of the empire, is really yin enough! Most of the referees and the president in the stands cursed in unison.

This blow seemed to knock out the swordsman, but it actually disrupted Sives's perception.

"It turned out that there was someone above, I understand~" Zi Feile looked thoughtfully. At this time, the swordsmen in the back seemed to have been instructed by someone, and they pushed me to the front, as if they were about to rush in.

"Can't let this kid block the door!"

"Rush in!"

"Drown him with a mouthful of spit!"

"Shoes, my shoes! Who the stepped on my shoes!! Facing the surging swordsmen, Zi Feile did not panic at all and smiled coldly.

"Lese." The sound is neither loud nor small, and under the action of the wind, it happens to reach everyone's ears.

The scene of "....." was deadly silent, and after more than ten seconds, a loud shouting and scolding broke out. At the front, a sturdy swordsman glared at Zi Feile angrily: "Why are you looking at me and saying, you treat me as a pleasure?!" ”

"Eh, don't get this big brother wrong!" Zi Feile smiled, and in the next second, a 'wall' from the bottom up, containing countless tiny wind blades inside, rose from the ground.

"I mean, everyone in this room is happy!" As the words fell, countless shoes, stones, and wooden sticks came all over the place, but they were perfectly stopped by the wind wall.

Not just stop, even shredded. Seeing this, the other contestants couldn't help but gasp and took a few steps back.

What kind of magic is this, it's too evil, isn't it? On the road at this time, magicians are basically based on the four elements: light, ice, fire, and darkness, and there are few wind, earth, or anything.

Zi Feile's wind wall can be regarded as making them knife and buttocks, and they have opened their eyes. A swordsman with good self-sustaining strength was a little unconvinced, squeezed through the crowd, and walked in front of the wind wall.

I saw him take a deep breath, luck with all his strength, muscles all over his body tense, and plunged headlong into the wind wall. Soon, a strong man in ragged clothes and covered in blood appeared in front of Zi Feile.

"Boy, you..."

"This idiot!" In the stands, Barn couldn't help but hold his forehead with one hand. It's all over, what do you have to say, it's the right thing to rush into the inside of the venue!

He had a hunch in his heart that the Imperial Union, which was supposed to be the easiest project to get high scores, might fail.

"Silly hanging, I've never seen a punch with a big punch." Zi Feile sneered, lifted the man's feet, and threw him aside, saving himself from getting in the way later.

"You're not a sword move, this is a swordsman rushing." In the crowd, a woman's voice came.

Zi Feile glanced at it a few times, but did not find the person who spoke.

"How can a sword be such an inconvenient thing, I can't do it with a fist and a sword!" Zi Feile put his hands on his chest and smiled evilly.

You can say anything, anyway, my purpose is to stop you. In fact, he still has a small evil plan in his heart.

If you can, weed out the other contestants here. It's a pity that this idea can't be realized, there are more powerful adventurers in the crowd, they just don't want to be the first bird, and they just want to be consumed by their own physical strength.

"Found it!" At the same time, Sives's voice of surprise came from behind. The little face was covered with sweat, and there were more than a dozen wooden swords piled up under his feet.

Obviously, the organizers of the contest are not honest either. What can be perceived by Sivis can only be a magic weapon.

Zi Feile stepped forward and randomly picked a few to check the attributes. [Wooden Sword] [A weapon with a magical aura that increases the speed by 5%.

[Wooden Sword] [A weapon that contains a magical aura and has a chance to summon a lightning bolt when attacking.] [Wooden Sword] [A weapon that contains a magical breath and has a chance to curse the enemy when hit.]

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"Sure enough, it's a magic weapon." He sneered and looked at the people who were blocked by the wind wall and did not dare to step forward.

"Come, put the sword on your back."

"Back, which one?" Sivis was stunned. This simple child still wants to pick the most convenient weapon as a weapon.

"Which one?" Zi Feile asked rhetorically, revealing a mysterious smile.

"Young man, have you ever heard of the Sword God?"