"Didn't you watch me deduce it?" This is not something that Zhao Qiankun lied. He had read countless mage notes at the time. In order to break the barrier, he studied theories and deduced spells. This kind of fusion magic is not difficult for him as long as he knows the method.

"You really did it yourself?" Maggie looked at him half-believingly, and Zhao Qiankun nodded calmly.

"Okay!" Maggie pulled his hand: "Go to see the mentor with me and explain this!!"

"Get it!" Zhao Qiankun shook Maggie's hand away: "I've been a little busy these two days and I don't have time to do it with you." After that, he walked towards the dormitory on his own.

"Do you understand? This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!" Maggie was surprised to see that he was not interested and followed him along the way and advised him: "There may be a magic law named after you. Your name will have the opportunity to write a textbook on magic!"

"Then let the textbook write the name of Maggie Brighton!" Zhao Qiankun smiled, and Maggie continued to persuade: "You don't know how great your discovery is, it will shock the magician community..."

"This female classmate, you can't go in!" Suddenly, an old man stopped Maggie. He was the administrator of the men's dormitory, and Zhao Qiankun had already walked into the dormitory.

"Little sister, sorry, you are not the type I like, don't continue to be obsessed!" Zhao Qiankun made a humble face, Deng Deng ran upstairs, and was so angry that Maggie who was blocking outside the door stomped her feet.

Attracted by the reputation of the Holy Sword Broken Steel, countless powerful warriors gathered in the city of Karentis. So many masters gathered, in order to prevent the riots, the Karenti royal family gathered the Third Corps of the Empire to station them near the imperial capital, and sent a large number of elite warriors to the city to maintain public order.

But even with such strict security measures, people are still inevitably causing trouble. As more and more warriors in the city, violent incidents continued to occur within a few days. Reckless men who disagree in the tavern, enemies who meet in the alleys with narrow roads, and killers who plan to eliminate potential opponents in order to win the championship... Almost every day, people corpses on the streets, and most of them are warriors with no low-level combat positions.

For this reason, even the Holy Church provided help. Several paladins were urgently mobilized to Karentis City to assist the Lion Heart Empire and ensure that the Holy Sword Martial Arts Competition was carried out smoothly.

Three days before the competition, with the help of magicians and lifting equipment, the huge stone with the holy sword was moved to the podium beside the Kingdom Arena. At that time, the person who finally won the championship will step forward and try to draw out the holy sword and win the title of bravery under the gaze of tens of thousands of spectators.

Late at night, a figure sneaked into the venue, climbed up to the podium with agile steps, and placed his hands on the hilt of the holy sword.

"The Holy Sword agrees with whom is determined by heaven and who wants to participate in that mentally retarded competition!" The figure smiled on his face: "Come out, the Duangang Holy Sword, I am the real master you have been waiting for for a hundred years!"

With the declaration of victory, the figure struggled with his arms, but unfortunately, the broken steel holy sword remained motionless.

"Impossible... I should be the chosen one!" The figure seemed very unwilling to give up: "I have never lost to anyone else, I should be the strongest..." While roaring, he twisted the hilt of the sword hard, but unfortunately, the Holy Sword had no reaction at all.

"It seems that it's not you!" As the figure worked hard, a female knight with long golden hair walked out of the darkness of the podium, looking at him with regret.

"Joan of Arc?" The figure saw the female knight's face clearly, and she cried in her heart, and turned around and was about to escape. But as soon as she turned around, she bumped into a huge fist and was knocked to the ground with a thud.

"Since you are not a brave man, you are just a guy who does not follow the rules!" The punch was red-haired Argus. Although this irritable warrior from Irion was not tall, he was very strong. This punch made the black shadow fall to the ground.

"I can't help but fight?" Argus squatted in front of the shadow and planned to try his breath, but the shadow suddenly burst out and pulled out a short knife and stabbed Argus in the neck!

"Be careful!" Joan of Arc reminded him, but Argus was not panicked. He grabbed the shadow's wrist with his back hand, twisted it hard, and removed his shoulder with a click. The shadow screamed in pain, and the dagger fell to the ground.

"Pretending to be dead and attack? Even if you are at your qualities, you can't even draw out the holy sword!" Agus spat. Several elite warriors walked out of the other directions and tied up the figure and arrested it.

"Are you not injured?" Joan of Arc walked up and picked up the man's dagger: "The tip of the knife is hardened with poison, and even a small wound must be treated in time!"

"Don't worry!" Argus dusted his clothes: "That guy is at most level four, and he can't hurt me! Really, how come he is this kind of jumping clown? There is no challenge at all!"

"Awesome people are confident of winning the championship!" Joan of Arc shook his head and smiled bitterly: "But unfortunately, the real Dragon Slaying Warrior has never appeared."

"I'll stick to my original point of view!" Argus shrugged: "I'll throw the Holy Sword into place, among the Dragon Slaying Warriors, the original owner of the Holy Sword should have been sacrificed."

"I still have a glimmer of hope!" Joan of Arc frowned and said, "The appearance of the King Kong skeleton shows that there is indeed a dragon-slaying warrior! Even if the master of the Holy Sword is really gone, his companions will come back to retrieve his relics!"

"But no one claimed the weapons taken at the auction!" Argus shrugged: "We have investigated every weapon found near the dragon corpse. We can confirm that it is not the dragon slayer! Maybe, they really won't come again..."

"Let's wait..." Joan of Arc was also hesitant: "At least, let's finish the conference smoothly!"

The two paladins returned to the darkness, and then how many people were stolen with luck and not mentioning it for now. Soon, it was the day when the conference officially began.

According to statistics, there are more than 500 people who have signed up for the competition this time, and the weakest ones are also third-level combat positions... Of course, some people who have not evaluated the level of combat positions cannot confirm their level, but they have the courage to register and their strength should be quite good.

These five hundred people must not be able to fight each other. According to the competition system, these people are randomly divided into sixteen groups, and the preliminaries are held in the group. In the end, four people are selected for each group, totaling sixty-four people, and the final finals are held.

"The world's number one martial arts meeting!" Seeing the rules, Zhao Qiankun touched his chin and smiled. At this time, he had already put on a disguise mask and changed his face. This was a public face that looked in his forties and was bald and bearded. Zhao Qiankun signed up with this face a few days ago, and the name he filled in was Sha Wujing.

In fact, he wanted to write about Lu Zhishen at the beginning, but when he thought that the name was used in the auction, he changed to a slightly similar appearance. In order to restore it, he specially bought a string of beads to straddle around his neck, and went to the blacksmith shop to customize an iron Zen stick. It didn't require it to be very sophisticated, as long as it looked like it, it was done in one day.

However, this face made Xue Lian complain a lot: "It is rare to change your face casually, so you can't change someone with a more handsome one!"

"This is emotion. You won't understand it if you haven't read the 86 version of Journey to the West!" Zhao Qiankun looked down at his strong physique: "If it weren't for the lack of hair and not thin enough, I would have beaten a stick to covet Sun Wuzi!"

"I actually said something inexplicable!" Xue Lian was no longer surprised by Zhao Qiankun's full-mouthed train. While he was speaking, the staff had already summoned the contestants to enter the venue. Xue Lian went to the audience, while Zhao Qiankun entered the backstage to prepare for the preliminaries.

The preliminaries were also held in the Grand Arena. The arena that was more than 100 meters long and wide was divided into four by forty-six areas. Each area was surrounded by a fighting arena that was more than ten meters square. As the summons were summoned, people kept playing. Because it was a preliminaries, most of them were at the end of the game, and they left the game after a few dozen seconds to a few minutes. Finally, they were divided according to the record.

Before the game, Horn handed over his own roster to him. When Zhao Qiankun saw that this guy had arranged more than 20 contestants. However, according to Horn, most of them were not as good as Zhao Qiankun, and even if they met, they didn’t have to be polite. But there were a few seed players. Try to hold back when they encountered the preliminary round and ensure that they could advance and not be injured.

Zhao Qiankun looked at it and found that there were really no seed players worth avoiding in his group, so let’s just let go of the fight.

According to the rules, contestants cannot use magic or magic props, they can only use martial arts. Weapons can be used, but hidden weapons cannot be used. If you are good at flying props, you must also show them out in advance.

After all, all the brave men who use the Holy Sword are warriors, and I have never heard of archers or assassins being recognized by Duangang.

"Next, please invite players from the southern desert of the Kingdom of Ilion and players from the Great Zhou Liusha River to the stage."

"It's my place!" Zhao Qiankun walked up to the stage with a Zen stick. The Great Zhou was vast, and no one knew if there was a quicksand river.

His opponent, Kasim, is a desert nation with dark skin and a headscarf. This guy has a pair of scimitars on his waist, a tall nose and deep eyes. He stares at Zhao Qiankun with a murderous aura in his eyes.

He is a master who licks blood from the edge of a knife! Zhao Qiankun's comments in his heart, but unfortunately he met me.

After saluting each other, the referee announced the beginning. Qasim drew out his two swords and rushed forward. The blade slashed through the brilliant light and took the key points.

The attack was quick and neat, but it was a bit too slow in Zhao Qiankun's perspective. Our Master Sha Wujing yawned and swung the iron Zen stick.

"So fast!" Kasim had only time to sigh, and before he even had time to defend, he was swept the ribs in the side of the Zen stick, and he was knocked away with a croaking sound, fell outside the field with a plop, and never got up again.

"Sha, Sha Wujing won!" The referee hesitated for a moment, confirmed that Qasim had no combat effectiveness, and finally announced the result.

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Chapter completed!