The first match of the first round began, and then … well, it ended.
The time used, if counted from the start of the referee's call, was about one or two seconds.
When the irritable Sun Kai fell outside the arena, holding his stomach and howling in pain, all the spectators and the Great Red Sect's elder widened their eyes.
Before the match began, they were thinking about how Sun Kai would beat up Tian Qi and how the Iron Bone disciple would scream in pain.
But now?
Was there something wrong with the way they watched the match?
Many martial artists rubbed their eyes subconsciously. When they saw that the contestant on the ground was indeed a Great Red Sect disciple, their expressions became interesting.
They couldn't be blamed for feeling dazzled. They didn't expect the Iron Bone disciple to make a move and finish off his opponent so quickly.
The referee was stunned for a moment and immediately announced, "The winner of the first match of the first round is Tian Qi!"
Li Qingyang shook his head and smiled. "Junior Tian, have you vented your anger?"
Tian Qi, whose name was mocked and looked down upon by everyone, sent his opponent flying with a belly full of anger. Now, he felt very relieved!
"Aha."
Su Xiaomo half-squatted on the small high platform and stretched. "When can I go on stage?"
Jun Changxiao looked at the dumbfounded fatty beside him and cupped his hands. "Sorry, my disciple's temper is even more irritable. I don't want to waste time on your sect's trash."
The Great Red Sect's elder's face flushed red as if he had eaten heaven … or shit.
…
Tian Qi represented his sect and was the first to fight. He defeated Sun Kai in the fastest time, which surprised everyone.
But they were only surprised. Many martial artists believed that the Great Red Sect disciple had underestimated his opponent, which was why he was defeated.
"He lost even with such a weak opponent. What a waste of the chance to advance to the second round."
"Speaking of which, that kid's speed is quite good. Unfortunately, he's only fast. If he meets me, he'll lose without a doubt."
Many contestants didn't think highly of Tian Qi because of his victory. At most, he had a slight advantage because of his nimble movement technique.
"The second match of the first round, Li He versus Tie Long!"
In another arena, the referee shouted loudly.
There were six arenas, and six elimination matches would be held at the same time. But before the other arenas could shout, Tian Qi had finished his battle.
"The third match of the first round, Zhao Ying versus He Ren!"
"The fourth match of the first round …"
"The fifth match of the first round …"
…
The referees shouted one after another, and the ten challengers on the five stages began to fight, vying for the qualification to enter the next round.
Due to the random drawing of lots to determine their opponents, contestants with great disparities in strength would meet each other. Therefore, the process was very simple, and the five battles ended in a short time.
The winner advanced while the loser exited.
Following that, another twelve contestants ascended the six battle stages one after another and began to fight. The cultivators on the spectator stands all cheered for their idols.
Jun Changxiao yawned and leaned back in his chair to take a nap.
After a long while, the referee announced, "Round One, Round Twenty, Li Qingyang VS Hu Yao." Only then did he open his eyes and look at the stage.
"Begin!"
"Bang!"
Just as the referee's voice rang out, the contestant called Hu Yao was punched down by Li Qingyang.
Even his punching posture was the same as Seven Fields' …
Jun Changxiao was not surprised by his second disciple's instant victory. After all, his talent and strength were obvious.
"Thanks for letting me win."
Li Qingyang withdrew his fist and bowed.
"…" The corner of the referee's mouth twitched, and he announced, "Round One, Round Two, Winner, Li Qingyang!"
"As expected of the number one genius of Qingyang City, he is indeed valiant!"
"I'm guessing that he did not use his full strength at all!"
"This is only the first round. His opponents are not strong, so he must have held back."
The spectators discussed animatedly.
Although they both won in an instant, Seven Fields was despised by them, while Li Qingyang, who was known as the number one genius of Qingyang City, was praised. It really was talent and status that determined the treatment.
… …
The sect competition continued, and the contestants worked hard to advance to the second round. Some won easily, while others were evenly matched.
Until the thirty-second round of the first round, Su Xiaomo representing Iron Bone went up the stage. His opponent was Song He, who was at the eleventh level of the Channel Opening Stage.
In every sect competition, the champion was mostly Martial Disciple, so the eleventh level of the Channel Opening Stage was considered above average.
"Kid."
Song He clenched his fists and smiled, "If you know what's good for you, quickly jump down. This way, you won't waste time, and you won't be abused."
"Is that so?" Su Xiaomo squinted his eyes and smiled.
The referee said, "Begin!"
"Swoosh!"
Song He seemed to be in a hurry. He rushed over first, and eleven rings of light flashed on his right wrist. He poured his spirit energy into his fist, bringing about a gust of wind.
"It's over."
"Poor guy."
The crowd shook their heads.
At this moment, Su Xiaomo dodged like a rabbit. His two short legs moved quickly, and he circled behind Song He. He stretched out his two fists and directly punched his opponent's waist.
"Hiss!"
Song He sucked in a breath of cold air.
"Go down!" Su Xiaomo took advantage of the momentum to rise into the air. His right leg swept over with a gust of wind, and it directly landed on Song He's right face. Song He flew out with a bang.
"Ta."
He landed on the ground and clapped his hands, "So weak."
Seeing this, the spectators once again widened their eyes.
If Tian Qi won because his opponent underestimated him, then it was hard for them to accept that Song He, who attacked first, was beaten down!
The cautious old man was secretly shocked. "This kid is the same as Tian Qi. He didn't use any spirit energy, but he sent an eleventh stage Meridian Opening Realm cultivator flying with one kick. How strong is his strength!"
"The thirty-second round of the first round, the winner is Su Xiaomo!" the referee announced loudly.
Jun Changxiao was full of smiles. Three out of the five disciples had already advanced. If Lu Qianqian and Xiao Ziji won again, then no matter what the result was, the epic mission wouldn't be considered a failure.
… …
"Bang! Bang! "
The sounds of fighting continued on the six stages.
Not long after, Lu Qianqian went on stage. Her appearance immediately attracted the attention of many men. After all, she was beautiful and attracted attention wherever she went.
The participant called Jiang Li went on stage and scratched his head, "I'm a little embarrassed to fight with a woman."
Lu Qianqian said indifferently, "Trash."
"Begin," the referee said.
Jiang Li was still thinking about how he should gracefully defeat the girl when he suddenly felt his body float up and out of the arena. Then, he abruptly fell down.
With a plop, he landed on all fours.
Lu Qianqian stood on the spot and gently retracted her hand. She looked at the referee. The referee came back to his senses and hurriedly announced, "The fiftieth round of the first round, the winner is Lu Qianqian!"
The spectator stands were silent.
Everyone stared blankly as Lu Qianqian walked down. With a wave of her hand, she pushed someone off the stage. She definitely used spirit energy!
"So it's not that she doesn't have spirit energy. She just hid it and wasn't discovered by everyone!"
"Oh my god, she pushed a twelfth stage Meridian Opening Realm participant down so easily. Her spirit energy is too strong!"
Everyone was amazed.
The other participants who wanted to win the championship all looked at Lu Qianqian and said warily, "A strong opponent."
"The fifty-first round of the first round, Xiao Ziji versus Wang Lie!"
Suddenly, the referee's voice sounded.
The martial artists who were watching the other battle zones all locked their eyes on Xiao Ziji on the stage and mocked him.
This trash is finally on the stage.
It's really a blessing to be his opponent.
"Ta."
Xiao Ziji went up the stage and heard the ridicule and discussion from all directions. He took a deep breath.
He remembered what the Sect Leader said before he left to not be disturbed by the noise outside the arena.
Wang Lie walked up the stage and grinned. "I didn't expect that I, Wang Lie, would one day fight with a rare genius. It's really an honor."
"Begin," the referee said.
"Shua!"
Wang Lie took the initiative and strode forward. He hugged his arms and threw an elbow attack.
The explosion of spirit energy messed up Xiao Ziji's black hair.
"Bang!"
The elbow hit him squarely on the shoulder. A wave of air rolled up on the ground and blew away the dust on the ground.
"Haha, that trash didn't even have a chance to dodge before he was hit!"
"Previously, it was the Iron Bone disciples who insta-killed others. This time, it's our disciple's turn."
Everyone laughed.
Gradually, their smiles disappeared and their eyes were filled with disbelief.
On the stage, Xiao Ziji, who was hit by an elbow that carried a thousand pounds of force, stood in place and didn't fall down. The corner of his mouth even raised into a smile.
"How is this possible …" Wang Lie was surprised.
Xiao Ziji grabbed his arm and said, "Your strength is too weak compared to the forging room."
He suddenly flung his arm!
Wang Lie lost control of his body and flew out of the arena. Then, he fell to the ground.
The entire venue instantly fell silent …