Fighter of the Destiny

Under the gaze of countless shocked eyes, Xuanyuan Po walked down from the ring, came to the small table, looked at the junior official and asked, "How long will the next round take?"

The junior officer was thinking about the scene on the ring just now, and his eyes lowered subconsciously, as if he wanted to avoid looking at him, but he saw Xuanyuan Po's fist.

That fist looked ordinary, but was so terrifying.

The junior official's face turned pale, and he flipped through the directory with trembling hands for a long time before he said, "There are...seven more games to come."

His voice also trembled slightly, not sure if it was because of fear or something else.

Xuanyuan Po didn't notice these details, thought about the time required for seven games, and walked out of the crowd.

Many curious eyes have been falling on him, thinking that he just won this battle, where is he going now?

The petty officer's mood calmed down a little. Thinking about his previous gaffe, he became a little angry from shame, and two abnormal colors of blood appeared on his pale face.

Suddenly, there was a noise, and countless eyes were cast on the ring.

The winner of this battle was a thin, middle-aged man with an indifferent expression, holding a cold iron knife in his hand.

Looking at the middle-aged man, the junior official was very surprised and thought to himself: Why did this fierce man come to Matsugachi to fight?

A possibility suddenly occurred to him, and he quickly looked through the directory and schedule to confirm that this skinny man would be Xuanyuan Po's opponent in the next round.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief and felt a lot of relief at the same time. He looked at Xuanyuan Po who was doing something unknown on the street in the distance, and thought bitterly in his heart, even if you do have some brute strength, so what? It's just an extra round, and he won't be hacked to death later!

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The Heavenly Selection Ceremony is a grand event for the demon clan, and the remote Matsumachi Arena is also very lively, and the battle process that was thought to be lackluster also went through twists and turns, especially the seven battles after Xuanyuan Po won, turned out to be real Experts came out to fight, and the scene was extremely exciting.

The poor people in Matsucho didn't understand what was going on, but the carp clan deacon and the officials of the Demon Court and the Presbyterian Council had already guessed the real reason.

There are many masters in the Monster Clan who do not expect to win the final victory in the Heavenly Selection Code and become the husband of His Highness Luoluo, but they also want to enter the forefront of the Heavenly Selection Code as much as possible and win glory for the tribe and themselves. If they can finally get into the Heavenly Tree , the qualification to accept the baptism of wild fire, that is even better.

These masters know very well that if they go to the arena near the palace or the castle tower, it will be difficult to persist to the end, so they deliberately choose the most remote arena in Matsucho, just to avoid those opponents of the same level or even stronger, and try their best to avoid them. Hold on longer and go further.

Now it seems that there are many masters who have this idea, such as the Xiang clan disciple who was defeated by Xuanyuan Po, and the more than ten powerful people who appeared later. But compared with the imperial guests and those arenas near the castle tower, After all, the difficulty here is much lower.

As these masters appeared one after another, the battles became more and more intense. After the last seven battles, the crystal stones responsible for maintaining the protective formations of the arena needed to be replaced. You can imagine how fierce these battles were, especially as the battles continued. Two extremely famous monster clan warriors appeared on the stage, and the emotions of the crowd became more and more high. Shouts of exclamation continued from all around the arena. The shock caused by Xuanyuan Po in the first battle subsided a lot, but that Officials of the Demon Court and some people would occasionally look to the outside of the crowd, looking at the brown paper bag that Xuanyuan Po was carrying, wondering what was inside.

Quietly, the red sun has already crossed the peaks of the mountains on the other side, shining on the river. The last morning fog in Baidi City has also dispersed, and the first round has basically ended in all the arenas. , the same was true here in Song Town, and soon it was Xuanyuan Po’s turn to take the stage again.

Seeing Xuanyuan Po's figure, the onlookers around the ring suddenly cheered, thinking of the mountain-shattering fist before. Some of the neighbors who knew him on weekdays and the resting coolies cheered loudly for him. However, When Xuanyuan Po's opponent also appeared on the ring, the cheers and cheers quickly died down.

Xuanyuan Po's opponent was a skinny middle-aged man, the same one who followed him to the stage in the first round.

Looking at the skinny middle-aged man, the people around the ring seemed a little frightened. The little official behind the table had a sneer on his face. Even the Carp Tribe deacon on the ring also had two people from the Demon Court and the Presbyterian Church. The officials couldn't help but shook their heads, their emotions becoming a little complicated.

This skinny middle-aged man is from the Nirvana tribe, and his name is Niechi. He is a real strong man from the demon tribe. He has a great reputation on both sides of the Red River. His true energy is extremely strong, and his sword skills are extremely cold. With such a person's temperament, he will never be defeated. Very few of his opponents survived.

In the first round of the battle, his opponent's head was chopped off by him, and the demon court official in charge of supervision did not even have time to stop him.

The sword skills of this strong demon clan man are extremely fast, as fast as lightning. It is said that he once said to a companion that although his cultivation in the sword art is far inferior to Wang Po, if he simply competes for speed, even Wang Po can Even a broken knife may not be as fast as him.

"Your strength is indeed good, but it is far from enough."

Niechi looked at Xuanyuan Po and said expressionlessly, "Because you are too slow."

This seemingly plain statement is actually very domineering, and it does make sense.

No matter how powerful the force is, if it cannot keep up with the opponent's speed, how can it hurt the opponent?

Hearing these words, Xuanyuan Po fell silent.

He didn't feel uneasy or lack of confidence, but he thought of what Bieyang Hong said to him before leaving the small courtyard in the morning.

Speed ​​is power.

How to understand this sentence?

Speed ​​is essentially the use of power.

The real strong people are definitely not those who have infinite power but don't know how to use it.

How can you convert power into speed? If you could give him some time to fully understand those words of "Bidenhong", or...

There is no or.

There is no time either.

An extremely bright, yet extremely cold light suddenly appeared in Xuanyuan Po's black eyes.

It was a sword light.

Although he was quite disdainful in his words, Niechi was still wary of Xuanyuan Po's power, so he did not give Xuanyuan Po any time to prepare.

He wanted to use his fastest knife to cut off Xuanyuan Po's head directly.

This sword is indeed very fast, as powerful as a galloping horse and as fast as lightning.

It wasn't until the light of the sword turned into a bright light that opened in Xuanyuan Po's eyes that the sound of the iron sword being unsheathed was heard.

There was a clear sound, and a sharp and cold iron knife shot through the air.

When people around the ring heard the sound, the iron sword was only half a foot away from Xuanyuan Po's neck.