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At this time, a warrior from a small sect said: "On this arena, the sword has no eyes. What if I accidentally hurt someone or kill someone?"

The elder turned to look at Baili Gui, who said solemnly: "Just sign the life and death certificate. Life and death will be determined by their destiny."

"You must not seek revenge for today's martial arts competition in the future."

The twenty-four people on the stage all signed life and death certificates.

The elder was so angry that he shouted loudly, "The competition begins!"

Gu Fei didn't recognize the two groups that came up for the first round, so she watched them quietly.

In the second game, Yang Yingying came up. Yang Yingying quickly defeated her opponent and sat down to rest by the table with her head held high.

Immediately afterwards, Baili Qingyun and Song Yingjie easily defeated their opponents.

When it was Hanyu Kihara's turn, Gu Fei saw that the hat on his head had not yet been taken off. He was standing on the stage with his arms folded. The opponent opposite him was a disciple of a small sect.

The elder shouted, "Start!"

The disciple waved the mace in his hand and rushed towards Hanyu Kihara.

Hanyu Kihara held the handle of the knife with his right hand. The moment the man reached him, he drew out the long knife and swung it. The movement was so fast that it was almost impossible to see.

The disciple's movements seemed to suddenly freeze at this moment, and the hand holding the mace stopped in mid-air.

Hanyu Kihara slowly sheathed the sword.

Gu Fei's eyes widened and he saw a line of blood appearing on the disciple's neck.

The mace in his hand fell to the stage with a muffled sound, then he covered his neck and fell to the sky.

Palace Master Yan's eyes flashed, "What a fast knife."

There was silence on and off the stage for a few seconds, then suddenly there was a commotion.

Someone in the audience rushed over to take a look. The man who fell on the ground was holding his neck, twitching all over, and blood was pouring out from between his fingers.

A large pool of blood soon flowed on the stage.

Bailigui looked very ugly and ordered: "Carry it down and let the doctor see if he can be saved."

The doctor has been invited to wait here for a long time. He was originally preparing to look at people's injuries.

The man was carried off the stage. The doctor looked at him and didn't even take his pulse. He just shook his head. His throat had been cut. There was no way he could be saved!

Most of the previous fights on the stage had ended at the point. Just like yesterday, Gu Fei just pointed the sword at Yang Yingying's throat and did not hurt her.

Who knew that this Japanese man could take away a life with just one move.

There was a lot of discussion in the audience, and someone said worriedly: "This Japanese shouldn't be allowed to compete in martial arts. If he wins, do we really want him to be our leader?"

Someone said: "No, with so many disciples from famous sects here, how can one Japanese win?"

At this time, Gu Fei remembered a saying, all martial arts in the world are invincible, only speed is invincible.

This Japanese sword is as fast as lightning, and he is undoubtedly a master.

The competition on stage continues.

The first round ended quickly.

There were twelve people left on the stage.

Except for Hanyu Kihara, these twelve people are all elite disciples of various sects. Their vision and knowledge are extraordinary. At this time, they were all thinking secretly in their hearts whether they could avoid the Japanese sword.

The master on the stage was more discerning than the disciples, and now each one of them was making their own calculations.

The leader of the Emei Sect was the first to say: "There is no need to compete with my Yingying. She is a girl from a family that is no match for you young heroes, and she has no intention of competing for the leader of the alliance."

Yang Yingying pouted and walked to stand behind her father.

Then two more masters said that their disciples did not need to compete. They knew how much their disciples weighed, and naturally they did not want to lose their lives in vain.