"What a quick action!" In the stands, Joan of Arc's eyes narrowed. The Paladins tried it, and no one could pick up the holy sword, so they didn't participate in the competition. They all watched the competition in the stands, observed the players' strength, and were also ready to deal with unexpected situations.

"Are you talking about that big beard?" The red-haired Argus also looked at Zhao Qiankun: "That guy is indeed powerful. His opponent, Qasim, is a famous warrior in Irion. Although he has not reached the fifth level, he is very strong. I have fought with him before and is a powerful guy!"

"Then look at Sha Wujing, how strong is than you?" Odygus, the oldest paladin, also noticed Zhao Qiankun.

"If I take the initiative to attack with all my strength, I may defeat Qasim with one blow, but this blow will definitely use my unique skills in my life." Argus said unwillingly: "But this bearded man is just a normal sweep, and I can't even see his martial arts school. This shows that he is still at ease. From this point of view, his strength should be above me! If you have the chance, I really want to challenge it."

"This person is worth paying attention!" A middle-aged man with a short and fat figure nodded with his beard. Although he looked like a fat noble, this fat man was a real paladin. From the Orn Empire in the south of the Lion Heart Empire, he was a noble knight, known as Earl Ford. Although he looked round and thin-eyed, he looked cunning, he was famous for his noble character. He was an unscrupulous paladin with no fault in strength to moral character!

Unknown that he had attracted the attention of the Paladins, Zhao Qiankun swung the iron Zen stick and overcome all obstacles along the way, killing one opponent after another, and quickly advanced smoothly.

This guy has also attracted a lot of attention among the players, because fighting with everyone is a one-hit victory, and no one can tell his martial arts school, so many masters have taken care of him.

Zhao Qiankun felt more sorry for his iron Zen stick. This thing was originally made to pretend, and he used cheap steel. He would inevitably touch the enemy's weapons during battle. If he knocked down a few people, his sword would leave a mark on the Zen stick. That is, because it was thick and long heavy weapons, if this inferior steel was made into a sword, it would probably be cut off by someone's sword when touched.

The preliminary round was going very fast, and in just one morning, all 64 finalists competed.

Zhao Qiankun naturally advanced easily. When he looked around, he found that among the remaining contestants, his skin colors and races were different, which made him feel as if he had returned to the town of the primitive continent in a trance. Looking closely, there were really a few acquaintances among them.

The beast trainer of the Wild Rose Circus, the Red Rock Olaf, under the rich man Kepps, naturally advanced. In addition to them, the Scarlet Dragon King and the Hunter King also traveled thousands of miles to participate in the competition, but the Nine Dragon Sword Saint Nangong Yu did not come. After all, he was the lord of a city, and Xuanyang City needed him to guard it. However, the Nangong family still had a representative, the Crescent Sword Saint Nangong Lei. Nangong Lei was in his early forties this year, and in terms of seniority, he was also an outstanding figure in the family. Moreover, compared with the martial arts fanatic Nangong Yu, Nangong Lei was more chivalrous and had a higher degree of fit with the Holy Sword, so the Nangong family came to attend the conference exclusively.

In addition to these famous strong men, Zhao Qiankun also saw a guy who was somewhat unexpected.

Haierluo was the arrogant young swordsman I saw at the auction a few days ago. At that time, Zhao Qiankun thought he was an arrogant guy, but he didn't expect that he was so powerful that he could even make it to the finals from a large number of masters. You know, those who can stand here are basically masters above the fourth level. He looks like he is only in his twenties. With such skills, he can definitely be called a genius!

In addition to these people, Zhao Qiankun also paid attention to the people on the list given to him by Horn. Horn arranged more than 20 masters to participate, and seven of them finally reached the final, which was quite good.

After the photo was revealed, the host announced that the official finals began in the afternoon. The players who advanced could go back and rest first, and the competition order was decided in the afternoon.

During the lunch break, the arena provides players with a sumptuous lunch, and everyone can eat something to replenish their energy. However, experienced soldiers know that eating too much before the battle is not a good thing, so most of them just eat less high-calorie and easy-to-digestible food to prepare for the afternoon game.

There is only one exception, that is Zhao Qiankun... No, it should be said to be a contestant Sha Wujing. This guy ordered a large table of delicious dishes, shook his cheeks and let go of his back teeth, and his hands were not enough to use them. This meal was so hard.

In the primitive continent, the large-jawed dragon was famous for its strong appetite. After Zhao Qiankun used the flesh of the large-jawed dragon to shape the body, he felt that he seemed particularly edible, and most of it inherited the gluttony characteristics of the large-jawed dragon.

However, eating so much before the game still made other players worry. Isn’t this guy afraid of stomach sagging when fighting for a while?

After a break, the afternoon competition began as scheduled.

According to the rules, the notes with the names of the sixty-four contestants were put into the box, and the host randomly selected one as the party in the next game. The player who was drawn had to draw his own opponent. Once confirmed, both sides immediately start the competition.

In this way, until the start of the game, no one knows whether they will play in the next game or who their opponent is. It is very exciting. Moreover, this lottery mode basically eliminates the possibility of fraud.

The host walked to the front of the stage, pulled out a famous brand from the box, and read it out loud.

"The first player to appear in this conference final is... Sha Wujing!"

After pronounced this name, all the contestants looked at Zhao Qiankun. Because they ate too much, Zhao Qiankun's belly bulged, and his big belly didn't look like Sha Wujing, but it looked a bit like his second senior brother.

"The first one is me?" Zhao Qiankun was a little surprised and began to look for weapons in a hurry. A kind-hearted contestant helped him hand over the Zen stick. Zhao Qiankun thanked him, carried the Zen stick, burped, and began to draw his opponent.

The other players laughed secretly when they saw him. It would be fine if they had been slowed down for two hours. Now that this guy has been like this, he is the first to play, I'm afraid he can't even beat him... I really don't know who is so lucky to be beaten by him.

Zhao Qiankun drew out a famous brand and then read it loudly under the magic amplification device: "Akaimennon!"

Hearing this name, everyone looked at a thin high elf in the contestant's seat.

As a race that participated in the forging of the Holy Sword, the high elves also sent representatives.

Yakaimennon, the most elite warrior among the high elves, is also one of the most powerful ones. Although the combat power system of the elves is not as detailed as that of humans, this top-notch who has been famous for a long time will definitely not be weaker than that of humans. Among the 64 contestants who entered the finals, this Yakaimennon is definitely one of the most powerful contenders for the championship.

"It seems that this is a battle without suspense!" All the contestants decided so, watching Akemenon calmly walk onto the stage.

Zhao Qiankun looked up and down at his opponent. This was the second time he had seen a high elves. This beautiful race had a body that was thinner than humans. On average, men were about two meters tall. Yakemennon was more than two meters tall, which was more than one head taller than Zhao Qiankun. However, judging from his slender figure, he weighed less than eighty kilograms and his physique looked quite Avatar-like.

"I won't show mercy!" Yakemennon said to Zhao Qiankun coldly: "So, if you want to admit defeat, it's best to fight now. My two swords don't have eyes!" As he said that, he touched the two short swords inserted between his waist. His height is indeed a short sword, but for humans, it is already the level of a one-handed long sword.

Zhao Qiankun burped a long time: "Your knife? Is it valuable?"

Yakemennon frowned: "My sharp blades are made by famous craftsmen, and they are famous swords that are worthless!"

"Then I advise you not to pull it out!" Zhao Qiankun carried the iron Zen stick to his shoulder: "It will be more costly if the blade collapses!"

Yakaimennon snorted coldly: "I don't know what's wrong!"

With the announcement of the host, the competition officially began.

As mentioned before, Akaimennon directly pulled out his swords and put on a fighting posture, his eyes were full of fierce light, and he carefully observed Zhao Qiankun's movements without any intention of underestimating the enemy or showing mercy.

In various legends, the elves are described as races with long life and even eternal life. But in fact, although the elves cannot be called immortality, they still have longer life than humans. In general, their lifespan is four to five times that of humans, and they can generally live for three to four hundred years.

For example, although Akaimennon looks only in his thirties or forties, his real age is over 150 years old. Compared with ordinary human warriors, his fighting experience is much richer.

Why doesn't this man stand there so casually, with all kinds of flaws, is he confusing me?

Zhao Qiankun's sloppy look really scared Akaimennon. The experienced wind dancer observed for a long time and finally confirmed that there was no mystery behind the casual posture. He shouted loudly and rushed over with his two swords!

The speed is very fast! Zhao Qiankun's lips slightly raised: "You were likely to win the championship, but unfortunately I drew it!"

Seeing Akaimennon rushing in front of him, his swords were already raising his hand to prepare to slash, Zhao Qiankun then took action and waved the iron Zen stick on his shoulder!

Boom! The Zen Staff instantly broke through the speed of sound, and swept across the rushing Yakemennon with a deafening explosion.

"So fast!" In Akaimennon's vision, the enemy who had been motionless suddenly turned into a phantom with his right hand, and then he felt a huge threat coming from the left!

It turned out that the opponent's random posture had no mystery. He just simply didn't take himself seriously! With this terrifying speed, the opponent had the capital to come first!

It was too late to dodge. Should I continue to attack or stop the defense? Yakemennon made a choice in an instant!

Only defend! This terrifying speed is not as simple as being hit by injury!

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