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They greeted each other. Just like that, they started talking about today's second round of the Large Competition. Ding Feihao did not look too good. He looked depressed.
Qi Yunhan had been consoling him with a gentle voice. Bai Xiaochuan was somewhat curious and only understood after listening for a while. So it turned out that the Ding Feihao family had asked him to go easy on them in today's Large Competition and eliminate him!
Bai Xiaochuan pondered for a moment and understood the reason. It seems that this year's Mu Ling Assembly is truly unusual.
In order to avoid participating in the Assembly of Patriarchs, he had actually chosen to go easy on others. For a belligerent like Ding Feihao, letting him deliberately lose the match was even worse than killing him.
However, the clan's will was not something he could contend against. In the end, he chose to surrender. In order to comfort him, Qi Yunhan chose to give up on today's competition.
Ding Feihao was very touched, causing Bai Xiaochuan and the others to eat a bowl of hot dog food.
At that moment, the second round of the Large Competition began!
The judges began to draw lots.
”First group, sixty-five against three hundred!”
”The second group, four hundred and nine against two hundred and eighty!”
”Third group...”
As the audience cheered excitedly, the atmosphere immediately erupted. Some of them even had colours hanging from their bodies, while others with bruises on their noses and eyes were also here to watch the competition.
Today, the first person to take the field by name was Zhang Hui. After he was pointed out, his expression turned solemn, and he cupped his fist towards the crowd and walked onto the stage.
Bai Xiaochuan and a few others cheered and cheered for him.
Zhang Hui stepped onto the stage like a meteor as he unsheathed the sword on his back. He coldly looked at his opponent.
His opponent was a dark-faced man with a cultivation base of eleven levels of Qi Condensation, one level higher than his.
The black faced man crossed his arms and laughed out loud. ”I didn't expect that my luck would be quite good today. Seems like I'll have to steadily advance to the third round.”
Zhang Hui's face turned cold, ”That will depend on whether you have the ability or not.”
The dark-faced man was very arrogant. He extended three fingers, shook them with contempt, and said, ”Against you, I only need three moves.”
Just as Zhang Hui was about to speak, the referee ordered, ”Begin!”
The sword on Zhang Hui's back automatically flew out of its scabbard, the blade shook, and six identical swords appeared.
The seven treasured swords were full of spirit, floating behind Zhang Hui like lotuses. Zhang Hui formed a seal with his sword, and the seven treasured swords, like a torrential rain, pierced towards the dark-faced man in an extremely swift manner.
Zhang Hui's use of the Sword Shadow Beam Splitting Technique had attracted quite a bit of attention. Many people in the audience praised Zhang Hui's move.