LIGHTNOVELONLINE Chapter 257
After three rounds of competition, there were less than 100 contestants left.
Those who could make it to this point were already among the top 100 masters in the country.
One more point in the fourth round, that would be the top 50.
There were fewer and fewer people on the field, and more and more people watching off the field.
With Qi Feng's strength, the junior war gods were like chickens and dogs in front of him, and they were completely vulnerable.
And these contestants, whose strength was generally lower than that of senior warriors, could not even let Qi Feng warm up.
But he could only be patient and fight one game after another.
The spectators on the scene were amazed and thought it was a very exciting competition.
But in Qi Feng's eyes, it was no different from a child playing house.
Qi Feng defeated all his opponents with one move, and never used a second move.
Every time he went on stage, defeated his opponent, and then left the stage, the whole process took less than a minute!
This also included the introduction of both players, the preparation of the referee, the announcement of the official start of the competition, etc.!
Qi Feng felt it was very normal, but in the eyes of others, it was a different feeling.
"Qi Feng, one of the four martial arts masters in Zhong Shenzhou, is quite strong!"
A middle-aged man wearing a martial arts uniform with the words "Longteng Martial Arts Hall" sat in the spectator seat and spoke in a deep voice to the young man with a crew cut next to him.
"Even Fei He, who ranked in the top 20 last time, didn't survive a single move from him!"
"If you face him, I don't think you'll have much chance of winning!"
The buzz cut youth was silent for a moment, then slowly grabbed the long sword at hand, "I'll try my best, if it doesn't work... I'll use that move!"
The middle-aged man nodded, "Okay, although that move was created by the master for you, specifically to deal with a group of popular contestants such as Potian Martial Arts Hall."
"But the strength shown by Qi Feng at present is already at the level of Potian Martial Arts Hall, so it's worth using it on him, so you still have a chance to hit the top four!"
The buzz cut youth didn't say anything, but just silently wiped the long sword in his hand.
Potian Martial Arts Hall camp.
Potian, surrounded by a group of disciples, looked in the direction of Qi Feng and narrowed his eyes slightly.
"This kid is quite something!"
"But it's good this way. There is only one Dong Ming in Qinglong Martial Arts School. The pressure of this conference on you is a little small. With Qi Feng, it's just right!"
"This kid is a good whetstone. Maybe you can use this to become a war god faster!"
Qinglong Martial Arts School camp.
"As expected of a super genius who is famous in China, his strength is really terrible!"
Dong Ming, with long flowing hair, stared at Qi Feng with a solemn expression.
A short-haired man next to him said in surprise, "Not really, although Qi Feng is really strong, he is at best at the level of the two heroes of Potian Martial Arts School, or even worse. Don't you have confidence?!"
Dong Ming shook his head, not knowing what to say.
The world in his eyes is different from that of ordinary people.
Now in his eyes, the sun has not set yet, but most of the sky in the huge martial arts square has been covered by thick black fog.
The thick fog, like smoke and fire, could not be blown away by the mountain wind and could not be penetrated by the sun.
Various terrifying shapes appeared in the air, like a shadow covering half the field.
And the source of all this black fog came from Qi Feng!
It seemed that there was something extremely terrifying hidden in Qi Feng's body, although this thing had not yet awakened.
"I hope I can meet him at the end..."
Dong Ming murmured solemnly, and at the same time said in his heart that at least it would not be too ugly to admit defeat at that time.
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"The seventh round of the draw begins!"
As the host announced, the crowd in the square became agitated again.
There were only a dozen people left who made it to the seventh round, and the winners of this round were the top ten in the country!
In addition to the generous rewards, it also represents fame and honor.
For the spectators, the next competition is the highlight and will be particularly exciting.
Because those who can make it to this round are all true young martial arts masters.
Qi Feng was still emotionless. He simply glanced at the four martial arts schools in Zhong Shenzhou.
Apart from him, the only one who entered the seventh round was Ye Fan from Zhong Shenzhou's first martial arts school.
There was also a student from Zhong Shenzhou's second martial arts school who ranked in the top five on the four major lists.
Shi Yong, who ranked second on the four major lists, had bad luck. He encountered one of the two heroes of Potian Martial Arts Hall in the last round and was eliminated early.
Soon, the draw was over.
Qi
Feng glanced at his opponent.
"Wen Yang, the intermediate god of war disciple of Longteng Martial Arts School..."
Qi Feng whispered softly, and then released his telekinesis, and heard some people's discussions.
"I didn't expect that Wen Yang also graduated from the Four Martial Arts Schools of Zhongshenzhou."
"Although he is not my direct senior, he can barely be considered a fellow student. Should I be a little gentle later?"
Qi Feng thought of this and slowly walked towards the ring.
"Qi Feng, the strongest king of the Four Martial Arts Schools of Zhongshenzhou, is the opponent of Senior Brother Wen Yang!"
"This is bad, Qi Feng's strength is extremely terrifying..."
When the disciples of Longteng Martial Arts School learned that Qi Feng was Wen Yang's opponent, their faces turned ugly.
Judging from Qi Feng's performance in the previous competition, the title of the strongest king is well deserved!
Many people have already listed Qi Feng as a master of the same level as the two heroes of Potian Martial Arts School and Dong Ming of Qinglong Martial Arts School.
Although Wen Yang is strong, his strength and reputation are still inferior, and he has always been in the second tier.
Now that he has met Qi Feng, the situation has immediately become grim.
Wen Yang calmly grasped the long sword, "Fame is gained through fighting. Without fighting, who knows who is stronger and who is weaker?"
After saying that, Wen Yang stood up and walked towards the ring.
The God of War who led the Longteng Martial Arts School showed admiration.
"In the martial arts competition, you should have such determination to take on the responsibility. Go ahead and do your best!"
Soon, Wen Yang and Qi Feng were both on the ring, standing opposite each other.
The sidelines were full of spectators. Except for a few who came to watch Ye Fan's competition, almost all of the four martial arts schools in Zhongshenzhou came.
Mainly because of the other top five student on the four lists, who met the two heroes of the Potian Martial Arts School this round, he was basically offline.
"Come on, the strongest king!"
"Come on, Qi Feng, I'm your die-hard fan..."
The students of the four martial arts universities in Zhong Shenzhou cheered for Qi Feng.
The members of Longteng Martial Arts School were not to be outdone, and cheered for Wen Yang even louder.
But at this moment, a louder voice than theirs rang out.
"Qi Feng from the four martial arts universities in Zhong Shenzhou, versus Wen Yang from Longteng Martial Arts School, the competition officially begins!"
With the referee's order, Wen Yang slowly raised the long sword in his hand and saluted.
Qi Feng returned the salute and said lightly, "You go first."
"I'm not being polite, but because once I make a move, you won't have a chance to make a move!"
"So, if you make a move, please use your strongest trick, because you only have one chance to make a move!"
The scene was instantly silent.
At this moment, Qi Feng seemed to be the embodiment of arrogance and arrogance, because he interpreted the meaning of these words to the fullest!