The group came to the stage and Su Jinyue looked at the stage. The two players participating in the competition were No. 87 and No. 92, respectively. It would take a long time before she could play. Her participation number was No. 219.

"Little sister, why don't you go and rest for a while first, and I'll call you when Zhan Yihan comes on the court." Su Yanyue looked at Su Jinyue and said. The numbers they got were all different in size. The earliest one among them was Zhan Yihan, and his number was No. 132.

Su Jinyue smiled and shook her head, "I want to see everyone's strength." She has no fighting experience, and she can also learn some experience after watching the competition on stage.

Su Yanyue nodded and reached out to pat Su Jinyue on the shoulder, "Don't be too stressed. With brother and Yi Han here, we will do our best." After all, it was the first time that the younger sister participated in such a competition, so she would inevitably feel a little nervous.

"Yeah!" Su Jinyue replied. Although she had never experienced such a game, her emotions did not fluctuate at all. For her, she had even experienced death, so what else is worth nervous about.

The competition on the stage is in full swing, but so far, no one has been able to win ten games in a row, which shows how difficult it is to enter the finals.

On the stage, among the two people fighting in a direct battle, a disciple from Qingchengshan was kicked off the stage by his opponent.

Before long, a young man with beard walked onto the stage. He bowed to the white and blue-clothed one on the stage, "Youquan Sect disciple Youtong, come and experience it."

The man who had won the victory before smiled and bowed, "Yanhe Sect disciple Feng Tingxun asked for advice." He had won seven games in a row, and he could enter the finals after winning three more games.

As the words fell, Youtong and Feng Tingxun took action at the same time and attacked the other side. Whoever gained the lead in the battle would have a greater chance of winning.

Youtong's move was very decisive. When Feng Tingxun rushed up, he chose to attack the opponent's life gate. His goal was to enter the finals, so he had to solve the opponent as quickly as possible in every game, so that he would have a greater chance of winning.

Feng Tingxun found that the opponent had used a killer move as soon as he came up, and his fighting spirit was even more intense. He quickly punched and swept his right foot to the opponent's face at the same time.

Youtong smiled coldly, as if he had not seen Feng Tingxun's attack, and his fist resolutely headed towards his opponent's life gate.

Feng Tingxun's fists and feet hit Youtong at the same time, but Youtong's fists also hit Feng Tingxun's life gate at the same time.

The blood instantly dyed Feng Tingxun's white clothes red. A trace of disbelief appeared in his eyes. He lowered his head and looked at Youtong who hit his fist. Only then did he find that he was wearing a ring on his hand. The ring was not an ordinary ring, but a sharp weapon. Now the sharp thorn was deeply trapped in his life gate.

"You..." Feng Tingxun just said one word and fell down powerlessly.

"This Youtong is so cruel that he actually killed his opponent."

"This man is simply a lunatic."

"Have anyone ever heard of the Youquan Sect?"

“Never.”

"I don't have either." Everyone in the audience burst into an instant when they saw someone on the stage died. It was not that no one died during the battle, but that they would generally show mercy and would not drive the other party out of their way.

"Next!" Youtong looked down at the audience, and a cold smile rose from the corner of his mouth. This is the effect he wanted, so that his opponent would be timid before the battle, and he would have a greater chance of winning.

As he finished speaking, a young woman in Wuyi school uniform walked onto the stage. She looked at Youtong with some fear, "Wuyi school Lin Muqing came to ask for advice."

Youtong looked at Lin Muqing up and down, "For the sake of you being a woman, as long as you admit defeat, I will spare your life."

Lin Muqing bit her lip, with a hint of hesitation in her eyes. After a long time, her eyes gradually became firmer and she looked at Youtong, "Please!" She was a little afraid of Youtong, but since she had already come to the stage, she could not retreat. Otherwise, once her mood was affected, her strength would never be able to improve again.

Youtong raised his eyebrows unexpectedly. Seeing Lin Muqing attacking him, he also attacked the other party.

He defeated Lin Muqing with just two moves. Perhaps because Lin Muqing is a woman, he did not kill him this time.

"This Youtong is very strong, and it is very likely that she is already a mysterious-level strength." Su Yanyue looked at Youtong on the stage and analyzed.

Su Yanxi nodded in agreement, "There is a high possibility that he will enter the finals."

"This person is decisive in killing and is a very terrible opponent." Su Jinyue said. She felt a dark aura on the other party. She felt a little familiar with the dark aura, but she couldn't remember it for a moment. She had felt the same aura where she had.

At this time, another young man walked onto the stage. He reported his name and fought with Youtong. However, he didn't hold on for long, and was killed on the stage by Youtong in the same way.

Seeing Youtong killing his opponent again, everyone in the audience became even more angry, but the organizer did not stipulate that people could not be killed in the game, and everyone could only use words to vent their dissatisfaction.

Youtong doesn't care about this. If the opponent admits defeat as soon as he comes on stage, he will save the other party's life. If the opponent fights him, he will take the other party's life mercilessly.

The ten games ended quickly, and Youtong successfully entered the finals.

As Youtong stepped down, the competition on the stage returned to its previous peaceful state.

"I'm on the field." Zhan Yihan saw that it was about to look at Su Jinyue and said.

"Come on!" Su Jinyue made a cheerful gesture to Zhan Yihan. She was absolutely confident in Yihan.

"Wait for my good news." Zhan Yihan curled his lips and smiled, and walked towards the stage.

With one of the players losing, Zhan Yihan walked onto the stage, "Zhan Yihan comes to ask for advice!" His opponent was a disciple of the Fengyan Sect. The opponent was very strong and had fought for six games in a row, but the opponent's face was not exhausted at all.

The other party was a little surprised to see Zhan Yihan not wearing the sect's uniform, "Fengyan Sect Xiang Qing, please give me some advice." Is Zhan Yihan not a member of the sect?

Zhan Yihan nodded lightly, and saw that the other party had attacked him, he also attacked him.

Xiang Qing attacked very quickly. He liked to fight quickly.
Chapter completed!