Fighter of the Destiny

"His opponent in the first match was a member of the Xiang Clan. The two sides clashed purely with their strength, and the Xiang Clan member was defeated."

On the high-up Imperial City Observation Deck, the Carp Tribe deacon who was responsible for determining the outcome of the arena bowed slightly. The observation deck was empty. The members of the Presbyterian Council and the senior officials of the Demon Court were all in the dark stone hall at this time, holding the files that had just been sent, thinking deeply.

After hearing the words of the carp tribe deacon, many eyes fell on the tall mountain-like figure at the top.

The great elder is also the leader of the Xiang clan.

Why would a Xiang clan member run for election in a place like Matsucho? And ended up losing?

The great elder still had his eyes closed, as if asleep, without any reaction. The big shots in the palace shook their heads and looked back at the files. A senior official of the Demon Court suddenly changed his expression slightly and said, "His opponent in the second game is actually Nirvana?"

After hearing this, there was a murmur of discussion in the stone hall, and Ming Mian was also very surprised. To these big figures of the demon clan, Nirvana was of course nothing, but he was a well-known strong man after all. He thought to himself, if he was really this person, why would he lose?

"Niechi was killed directly because his sword was not as fast as the opponent's fist."

The Carp Tribe deacon did not listen to the exclamations coming from the stone palace in front, lowered his head and continued: "The third one to fight is Han Xiaodao."

A shocked voice came from the stone palace: "Wait a minute, are you talking about the Han Xiaodao we all know?"

The carp tribe deacon said with a slightly trembling voice: "Yes, and then he also lost."

Someone asked urgently: "What's next?"

The Carp Tribe deacon was silent for a while, as if the mental impact of what happened at that time on him had not completely dissipated.

"The fourth game was Wu Yu, and he also lost."

"Wu Yu?" The man exclaimed in shock, "You are not mistaken, are you? How could he also be defeated?"

At this moment, an official looked at the loud names that appeared one after another at the back of the file, frowned slightly and asked: "Wait a minute, I don't understand why so many masters appear in such a remote lower city arena." ?”

The carp clan deacon lowered his head and did not answer the question.

No colleague or member of the Presbyterian Church in the Stone Palace answered his question.

There was some awkwardness hidden in the silence.

Many big figures in the Stone Palace knew the answer to this question because it was originally arranged by them.

Except for powerful figures like Xiao De, the clan leaders of each tribe and the officials in the Demon Court did not expect the candidates from their tribes to win the final victory of the Heavenly Selection Ceremony and marry the princess. They just wanted to take this opportunity to let The young strong men of this clan enter the forefront and are qualified to enter the Heavenly Tree. As long as they accept the baptism of wild fire and the blessing of the ancestral spirits, they will be able to improve a lot in strength, and may even make breakthroughs in the short term.

For this reason, these big shots invariably arranged young and powerful men from their tribes who had great potential but were not particularly eye-catching, into the lower city area, which received very little attention, hoping to avoid more powerful enemies and fight for Get one of three spots.

This idea is very reasonable. Even if there are many tribes who have this idea, and in a sense they are still colliding with each other in advance, the competition in the Lower City is still much easier than that near the Imperial City and the Castle Pavilion.

However, no one expected that the final result would be like this.

The young strong men who had high hopes from various tribes were defeated.

They were defeated by an ordinary-looking young man from the Bear Tribe.

An elder suddenly asked sternly: "Even if this kid miraculously won six games in a row, and represented Matsucho in the general election of Mitsubaki District, and got a quota, then why is he the only one to come? Doesn't Xiacheng District have three quotas? What about the other two?"

He is the leader of the Deer Clan. He secretly left his most beloved illegitimate son in Nanxiang today. He also hopes to fish in troubled waters and find a chance for the illegitimate son to enter the Tianshu tomorrow. However, he has clearly received news before that his illegitimate son has already passed away. Victory, why didn’t you show up now?

"That guy represented Matsucho. After taking the spot in Michun District, he went to Star River Bay and Nanxiang."

The Carp Tribe deacon thought about the scenes he had seen before and couldn't help but sigh and said, "He also grabbed those two spots."

There was silence in the stone palace for a moment, obviously due to surprise and incomprehension. After a while, the angry roar of the leader of the Deer Clan rang out.

"What on earth does this idiot want to do! Isn't it enough to get a quota? Doesn't he know that quotas cannot be transferred!"

This is something that many elders and officials cannot understand. Since he has obtained the quota in Sanchun District and can enter Tianshu tomorrow to receive the baptism of wild fire, why does that guy refuse to give up and go to Xinghe Bay to fight Nanxiang for two more times?

Although the rules of the Chosen Ceremony do not prohibit this, and although that guy may indeed be very strong, a truly powerful opponent has not yet appeared. Apart from consuming real energy and wasting energy, what is the point of doing this?

"I don't know." The Deacon of the Carp Clan thought about what the guy said when he stepped onto the ring, and said with some hesitation: "It seems because... he doesn't like others to participate in the Heavenly Selection Ceremony. As long as everyone participates, he will Knock it down.”

What is this reason? This is simply incomprehensible.

Suddenly a cold voice said: "I don't understand how he won."

It's not that I really don't understand, but I don't believe it, it's questioning.

It was obvious that many big figures in the demon clan, including that official, felt that this matter was too strange and had a lot of suspicions.

The Carp Tribe deacon thought of something else, his mind was slightly in a trance, and he said: "He used fists."

"fist?"

"Yes, no matter whether he faced Nie Chi, Han Xiaodao, or any other strong man, he only used one punch."

"One punch?"

"Yeah, he only throws one punch every time he comes on, and then his opponent goes down."

The stone palace was quiet for a long time, and no sound came out.

The dusk is not thick, the setting sun is still there, but the wind has become a bit cold.

The carp clan deacon stood on the viewing platform, his clothes fluttering in the wind, looking like a burning flag in the sunset.

From early morning to dusk, there were countless battles in the arena of the Heavenly Selection Ceremony.

But obviously, the most important thing today is the nine battles that took place in the lower city.

In nine fights, that guy threw a total of nine punches.

One punch per game.

Defeat the enemy with one punch.

What kind of concept is this?

What kind of picture is that?

The big shots looked slightly stern and silent.

Yes, no matter how charming and impressive he is, no matter how big a noise he makes, he still won't make the poor people in the lower city follow him silently and neatly, looking at the man with such fanaticism and awe.

The problem is that that guy is not a master sent by each tribe, he is a real native of the lower city. It is very clear in the file that he has lived in the lower city for many years. He has worked as a coolie, painted, and now washes dishes in a tavern.

The big shots in the palace are very far away from the bottom, but they know exactly what this means and how dangerous it is.

"Who is this guy? His name looks familiar."

As these words broke the silence, countless eyes looked to somewhere in the palace.

There was a very burly figure in that corner, but just like the leader of the Xiang clan, he was silent from beginning to end, as if sleeping. But at this time, neither the elders nor the senior officials of the Demon Court would let him continue to pretend to be asleep.

Because he is the leader of the Bear Clan.

The leader of the Bear Clan said slowly: "Don't look at me. This was not arranged by me, and I am not qualified to arrange him. As for who he is... you should know that if you have forgotten his name, you still have What qualifications do you have to sit here?"

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In a short period of time, word spread about what happened in the lower city today.

The luxuriously dressed residents of the upper city looked at that figure with a lot of awe and fear in their eyes.

Those beautiful and delicate aristocratic ladies looked at that figure with much more warmth in their eyes.

The other six candidates who were also qualified to enter the Tianshu had different emotions when looking at that figure.

Some eyes were full of fear, and some were full of murderous intent.

The eyes of the second prince of Daxizhou were slightly focused, not knowing what he was thinking.

The young man wearing a hat looked in the direction of the imperial city, not knowing what he was looking at.

Xiaode looked at the figure quietly, thinking about the specific battle report he had just received.

He confirmed that he had never seen this young man from the bear tribe, but why did this person give him a familiar feeling?

Thousands of people from the lower city stopped in front of the Imperial City Square, like a tide.

There was a large space at the front of the crowd, and the rock-like figure became increasingly clear.

The big shots on the observation deck said nothing.

The queen who was higher up did not speak either.

This is the default.

The senior official in charge of the Heavenly Selection Ceremony looked at him and asked: "What clan are you from? Tell me your name."

The names of all the candidates are written on the dossier. Registration is just a traditional custom to verify the true identity of the candidates. It is an honor to indicate the tribe.

It was very quiet in front of the imperial city, and countless eyes looked over, wanting to know the answer.

"The Bear Clan. But I am not going to fight on behalf of the tribe today."

The twilight shone on his face, much like the light reflected from a lake.

The big banyan tree is on the opposite side of the lake, and the kitchen is on this side of the lake.

He squinted his eyes, not knowing whether he was being stung by the light or smiling innocently.

"National Education Academy, Xuanyuan Po."