C218 Five-man melee

Zhan Tianming could already guess eighty to ninety percent of the outcome of this battle.

Yan Hongchen's attacks seemed to be incomparably ferocious, and every single move pressured Ma Jiahui to the point where he had no way of retreating. Unfortunately, Ma Jiahui still maintained his absolute calm, and didn't panic at all.

On the other hand, Yan Hongchen's momentum had almost reached its limit.

All in one go, then it would decline, and all three would come to nothing.

They would do everything they could to get away with it!

Yan Hongchen who was unable to defeat Ma Jiahui under such a fierce attack, would definitely lose all his fighting spirit.

At that time, Ma Jiahui would probably be the victor.

Sure enough, after just ten or so moves, Yan Hongchen's offensive finally could not hold out any longer and began to weaken.

As his offense weakened, Ma Jiahui's defense strategy changed immediately. He used his tyrannical leg technique, like a god of the wind, every kick bringing out a powerful powerful qi. In a blink of an eye, Yan Hongchen was overwhelmed.

In just ten moves, Yan Hongchen was sent flying out of the ring.

"Pfft!"

A mouthful of fresh blood sprayed out as Yan Hongchen fainted.

Heavily wounded!

"Go, save him. If you can't, you don't need to live anymore." The County Prince of the Chi He County, Feng Xing, quickly waved at a Martial Cultivator.

Immediately, the Martial Cultivator ran towards the unconscious Yan Hongchen.

The competition continued.

Two hours later.

The second round of the five arenas was over.

The two hundred Martial Cultivator s dropped to one hundred.

Without any break in the middle, the elimination round continued.

But this time, the competition was still very exciting, but there were no extremely strong Martial Cultivator s facing each other. Instead, it gave off a feeling that it was not even as exciting as the previous competition.

But the one hundred Martial Cultivator s had once again dropped to fifty.

This time, the only regret was that in this competition, Wei Jiang had fought Zhan Tianming and decided to give up.

Feng Wushuang had also met Murong Tangtang during a match and chose to give up.

Now, there were only ten Martial Cultivator left in each of the five stages.

Every single one of them was extremely powerful. Otherwise, it would have been impossible for them to reach this step through luck.

The inner sect elder from the Jiuhua Gate stood out, his eyes swept across the dense crowd around him, and his vigorous voice resounded.

"Right now, the five-man free-for-all is about to begin."

"Every stage will have two groups of five people fighting each other. The final two victors will enter the Sky Wind Hidden Dragon Rank."

Following the appearance of this voice, intense cheers once again sounded out from the crowd.

The five-man free-for-all was also the final elimination round.

This round, would completely eliminate all those Martial Cultivator that had come here because of luck and strength.

Sky Wind Hidden Dragon Rank did not need weaklings, and the stage of this world did not need weaklings either.

The weak entering the leaderboard was a discredit to the leaderboard.

It was impossible for people from the Emperor of The Windy Nation and the three major sects to allow such a thing to happen.

Otherwise, the Sky Wind Hidden Dragon Rank would not have been able to survive until now.

The voice of the elder from Jiuhua Gate continued to sound.

"The five people in the first group of arena number one are …" The five people in the second group are … "

"The five people in group one of arena two are …" The five people in the second group are … "

"Arena three …"

"Arena four …"

"Arena five …"

Within moments, all ten groups of names were announced as finished.

"Haha …" Sure enough, among these ten groups, there is one person in each group who is the strongest. Those who relied on some luck to reach this step, simply do not have the chance to enter the top ten and obtain the glory of Sky Wind Hidden Dragon Rank. "

"It's good to get used to it. Isn't every session of Sky Wind Hidden Dragon Rank like this?"

"That's right. If those people who made up the numbers were able to make it into the top ten, wouldn't that be a disgrace to the royal family and the three great sects?"

"It's a pity that Yu Weirong and Yan Hongchen are a bit unlucky. Otherwise, these two would be hot candidates to get into the top ten."

"Haha …" You people don't realize it, but the group Zhan Tianming is in is the most interesting. "

"Interesting? What's the point? "

"Other than Zhan Tianming, the other four are all at Martial Spirit. Moreover, one of them is even at the 8-star level."

"Are you saying that the judge is still suspecting that Zhan Tianming was just putting on an act, and purposely arranged for an eight star Martial Spirit to be placed in that group, in order to eliminate him?"

"What do you think?"

"Tsk, what's so interesting about that?"

The sounds of discussions rose and fell one after another.

No matter what, the match had already begun, and it was taking place in all five arenas at the same time.

In the group that Zhan Tianming was in, he was indeed the only martial master.

No!

It should be said that of the remaining fifty people, only he was a Martial Master. The rest of them were all from the Martial Spirit Stage Realm, and there were even dozens of Nine-star Martial Spirit.

Speaking of which, the strength of these people were not weaker than Zhang Bao, but Zhan Tianming always felt that Zhang Bao was more terrifying than these people.

As his thoughts flew, Zhan Tianming's gaze slowly swept towards his four opponents.

Two three star Martial Spirit, one blue clothed, and one white clothed.

A five star Martial Spirit, as thin as a bamboo pole.

A eight star Martial Spirit, as tall and sturdy as an ox.

However, Zhan Tianming's gaze was fixated on the five star Martial Spirit, the young man who was as thin as a bamboo pole.

The feeling this person gave him was even more dangerous than that eight star Martial Spirit.

In fact, Zhan Tianming did not even care about that eight star Martial Spirit. He even suspected that the eight star Martial Spirit was entirely reliant on medicine to raise one's strength, and a third of the blood on top of the head was actually empty.

If this fellow had been injured in the previous sparring match, he would have definitely used a pill to heal his wounds. How could he have dragged it out until now?

What was even more bizarre was that on the head of that eight star Martial Spirit, a few drops of blood would occasionally fall, as if they were poisoned.

The free-for-all had already begun.

The skinny young man suddenly smiled at Zhan Tianming: "Zhan Tianming, you seem to be dissatisfied with Seven Peaks Sect, other than you and me, the other three people here are all Seven Peaks Sect, why don't I help you clean up these three people first, then the two of us can have a good fight?"

Zhan Tianming looked at him indifferently, and then looked at the other three.

Indeed, the clothing worn by those three were all of Seven Peaks Sect.

And that young man who was as thin as a bamboo pole, was a person of Jiuhua Gate.

But so what?

He definitely would not use other people's hands to kill someone with Seven Peaks Sect. After all, the task of avenging his hatred was still hanging in the Supreme Dragon God System. If the completion of the mission did not reach one hundred percent, the benefits he would receive would be greatly reduced.

He would never allow such a thing to happen.

Following that, Zhan Tianming's gaze moved slightly as he looked at the disciple from Jiuhua Gate with a solemn gaze.

"I'll take care of these three myself. You just stand there and watch."