Weapon Master

"Everyone, this round's martial competition will no longer draw lots."

Lei Ming's eyes swept across Tang Huan, Gu Ying and the others, and smiled, "My friends who are ranked in the top six will be entering the Martial Competition Grounds first. As for my remaining five friends, I can find one of them to challenge at will, and if you win, you can enter the next round, and the unchallenged one will directly advance to the next round."

When everyone heard this, they looked at each other in dismay.

Immediately after, everyone had different expressions, and started to silently size up the surrounding Martial Warriors, as though they were trying to figure out who their opponents would be, or who they would choose to challenge.

The numbers of these eleven people flashed across Tang Huan's mind. He suddenly realized that he, Number 369, was already in second place.

After knowing the rules of this round, the young man's face was immediately filled with distress.

Tang Huan could also feel that this guy's strength could be considered the weakest amongst the remaining eleven people present. His luck had played a big role in making it into this round.

If not for the fact that he was eliminated, he would have been eliminated in the last round.

Since Tang Huan was able to see this point, the other Martial Warriors s could see it too. If he were to stand on the stage and wait for the challenge, he would probably become the target of many people.

However, Tang Huan quickly realized that there were quite a few people whose gazes were intentionally or unintentionally sweeping over him.

Thinking again, Tang Huan understood what was going on. It seemed like after his Crimson Flame Spear was destroyed, he would abandon his spear and blade, making many people feel that he was easy to win against.

"Peng Wang, Tang Huan, Lu Wei Rui, Mo Shang, Meng Zixuan, Leng Yinshuang!"

Looking at the expressions on everyone's faces, Lei Ming suddenly laughed loudly, and called out six names in one go. Peng Wang, was naturally the lucky young man, and as for the Snow Song …

Tang Huan looked at the white dressed woman.

Her body was tall and slender, her chest and buttocks were perked up, her legs were extremely long, and her figure was not one bit inferior to Shan Shan, yet, what was completely out of proportion to her perfect figure was her normal, almost lifeless, face. Tang Huan even suspected that she was wearing an exquisite mask on her face.

"The six of you, please enter the Colosseum."

Following Lei Ming's low shout, Tang Huan gathered his focus and entered the second round. Peng Wang, Lu Wei Rui and the other six people also entered the other five stages.

"Gu Ying, Tang Si, Tang Long, Mu Yan, Feng Zhuo … "Please choose your opponent!"

Just as Lei Ming finished speaking, five figures who were already on their feet suddenly shot out like arrows from their bowstrings towards the five arenas.

In just a few breaths of time, Tang Si had already reached the first stage, while Gu Ying had chosen Leng Yinshuang who was at the sixth stage.

But at the second round where Tang Huan was, three figures rushed in almost at the same time. Tang Long, Mu Yan, and that black clothed man called Feng Zhuo.

"Three people actually chose Tang Huan at the same time?"

"Haha, who told a fool like Tang Huan to give up his spear and choose to use a blade instead? At this moment, everyone wanted to choose their weakest opponent. Only Gu Ying and Tang Si are his friends, if not, all five of them would have ran over to his second round. "

"Tang Long, Mu Yan, Feng Zhuo, these three are all very powerful, especially that guy called Feng Zhuo. I have never seen him fight the same opponent twice!"

"..."

After discovering this interesting scene, the surrounding spectators immediately burst into an uproar.

In the second round of the martial arts arena, Feng Zhuo stood tall and straight like a sword, expressionless as he stared straight at Tang Huan, while Tang Long and Mu Yan looked at each other in dismay. Indeed, the two of them had arrived here at about the same time, but compared to Feng Zhuo, they were a step too late.

According to the order of arrival, Tang Huan's opponent should be Feng Zhuo.

Tang Long seemed to have already thought of this, and his expression immediately became somewhat ugly. If Tang Huan still tried to steal it from him, he wasn't certain that he would win. Furthermore, even if he defeated Tang Huan, he didn't have the confidence to keep him alive. But now, Tang Huan did not know why he was so crazy, to actually use a blade, to him, this was a godsend opportunity, in this battle, the possibility of killing Tang Huan was huge, how could he be willing to give up such a good opportunity?

"Do you all think I'm a soft persimmon?"

A few meters away in the center of the competition grounds, Tang Huan held his long blade, his gaze swept across the three of them at lightning speed, and his eyes revealed a sneer that was hard to detect.

"Looks like I have to quickly change locations."

Just then, Mu Yan suddenly turned her beautiful eyes, her gaze sweeping past Tang Long and Feng Zhuo, and then glancing at Tang Huan, who was opposite of her, as she giggled. The next moment, the slim figure had already left the second martial field and entered the third. She chose Lu Yueru as her opponent.

Seeing this, Tang Long's gloomy face eased up a bit. He looked at Feng Zhuo: "Brother Feng, can you give this opponent to me?"

"No!" Feng Zhuo faintly said these two words, but his body remained firmly rooted to the ground.

"Brother Feng, if you give up this opponent, my Furious Waves City will definitely reward you handsomely!" Tang Long slightly raised his brow, the rage in his eyes faintly discernable.

"No!"

Feng Zhuo repeated the words as a trace of coldness appeared in his tone.

Tang Long had never lowered his voice like this before, his face immediately flushed red. He subconsciously tightened his grip on the long rod in his hand, as the veins on the back of his hand bulged. After a while, he took a deep breath and stared coldly at Feng Zhuo's back. He almost gritted his teeth as he said, "Brother Feng, I …"

"Do you not understand human speech? "Scram!" Feng Zhuo seemed to be extremely impatient and shouted coldly.

"You …"

His face was so red that it seemed as if blood would drip out, "Feng Zhuo, you really don't care about face at all. Since that's the case, why don't you and I fight first, I want to see what kind of abilities you have to dare to be so arrogant in front of me!"

The moment his voice fell, the rod in Tang Long's hand slowly rose up. The blue light exploded, and flowing light fluctuated; on the rod, there seemed to be the churning of jade waves, the momentum was so great that the terrifying Strength Qi seemed like it could turn into a monstrous wave at any moment, surging forward with a thunderous speed.

"Alright!"

His right hand gripped the sword hilt, and at this very moment, an incomparably sharp aura seeped out from his body, crazily filling the entire martial arena. At this moment, he seemed to have turned into a peerless sharp sword, showing off its sharpness. Even if the person in front of him was a huge mountain, he would still be cut into two halves by that explosive sword.

A few meters away, Tang Huan's heart trembled, this Feng Zhuo, such a sharp sword intent.

"Do the two of you not want to participate in the next round?" Right at this moment, Lei Ming's piercing shout suddenly resounded outside Phoenix Spirit Valley.