Real game world: I am gifted and I suppress all monsters

Master Du Ming smiled bitterly, "Your luck as a disciple is truly great!"

Then, he stood up and said loudly to the crowd of disciples from various sects who were watching: "Li Qianyu of the Jiuli Clan voluntarily gave up. The winner of this match is Chen Qingzhou of the Tianci Clan!"

"what!"

All kinds of noises were heard around the ring. Some were cries of disbelief, some were regrets for not being able to see the beauty, and some were excited shouts from Tianci's disciples.

Then, Master Du Ming held up the white paper that the young monk had just handed to him. It clearly read, "Li Qianyu of the Jiuli tribe voluntarily gave up, and will bring Jiuli warriors to defend the city in the future."

Master Du Ming looked at the members of the Tianci faction one by one, and finally handed the letter to Chen Qingzhou.

Chen Qingzhou was startled. "For me?"

"It should be, take a look for yourself!" Master Du Ming nodded, handed over the letter and left.

Chen Qingzhou took it and looked at it. On the envelope was written, "From the bastard of Tianci Faction!"

Wan Jian and others couldn't help but cover their mouths and laugh when they saw this.

"Cough cough..."

After another tactical cough, Chen Qingzhou turned his back and carefully tore open the envelope.

"You bastard! Don't be so happy too soon! This time I don't want to fight anymore, not because I'm scared of you! I don't care who makes it to the finals, you have to beat him, otherwise I'll go to Tianshan and chop you down!"

Chen Qingzhou smiled bitterly and shook his head. It seemed that he and Qianyu were indeed in sync. From the perspective of commanding human warriors to guard Qianlilong City, no matter who won the championship, the result would be almost the same.

He thought about how he went to look for Qianyu yesterday afternoon but came back empty-handed. He guessed that she had already left Putuo Mountain by then. There was nothing he could do as he owed her too much this time. He could only make a special trip to Nanman Yinghun Mountain later.

"Come on, let's go and see it together."

At this time, all the spectators gathered around the No. 1 ring, and Jin Buhuan and Fan Xingcheng had already started fighting.

This was the first time Chen Qingzhou met Fan Xingcheng. Just as Wan Jian said, this person was indeed somewhat different from the impression everyone had of a master. He was a little bloated, with an ordinary appearance, and did not have the demeanor of a knight or a master.

But his Fan family Tiandao swordsmanship is still very powerful, and he fought back and forth with Jin Buhuan. Perhaps this is what "ordinary people" look like when they try their best!

Jin Buhuan's long hair was flying, he looked indescribably elegant and graceful. The "Wanderer Sword Technique" he created himself was an icy sword technique. As the famous sword shining with icy colors stabbed out from the beautiful woman's waist continuously, the frosty air kept rushing towards Fan Xingcheng, and his skin would be frostbitten if it touched it slightly.

Fan Xingcheng not only has outstanding swordsmanship, but also has amazing lightness skills. His steps are fast and strange, and the beauty's waist can never hurt him.

Although this was the first time the two sides in this duel had fought each other, they were actually not strangers to each other, because Feng Xuefei, whom Jin Buhuan had defeated before, was the Tiance general of the Beilong Army, and his Tiandao swordsmanship was from the same origin as Fan Xingcheng's.

The dark horse Canglang of the Xuanshui Sect, whom Fan Xingcheng had defeated before, performed the "Cold Dragon Art" which also belongs to the icy martial arts, and has the same effect as Jin Buhuan's "Wanderer Sword Art", so both of them have some experience in dealing with it.

Chen Qingzhou carefully observed the two's every move, because tomorrow, one of them would compete with him for the championship.

If Chen Qingzhou were allowed to choose, he would naturally hope that Jin Buhuan would advance to the finals. When the two met, Jin Buhuan's strength was far beyond his, but this was a different time, so he wanted to defeat his opponent fairly in the Dragon City finals, so that he could give up the idea of ​​​​him.

The knife in Fan Xingcheng's hand was glowing red. It was named "Zhao Gu". It was made by his mother, Fan Liehua, the commander of the Northern Dragon Army, using the rare blood stone unique to the Demon Realm. It symbolized the sacrifice and dedication of the flying generals of Longcheng who defended Zhongzhou with their blood and fought to the death to defend the city.

The bone-breaking knife came straight down, and Jin Buhuan used his beauty waist to block it, but the next moment, a red knife energy came down from the sky above. This was the essence of the Fan family's ancestral sword technique "Tian Dao Ling". Every time the knife was chopped out, a knife energy would come from other directions, just like fighting one against two, making the enemy unable to defend themselves.

This sword technique is more powerful than Feng Xuefei's. Jin Buhuan was caught off guard and could only slightly tilt his head. The sword energy directly cut his right shoulder!

"Woo!"

The onlookers exclaimed, thinking that Jin Buhuan was going to be injured.

But even though the sword energy was added to his body, Jin Buhuan did not bleed profusely. Instead, he was seen twisting slightly from his right shoulder to his right chest, then to his right leg and right foot like lightning.

"Snapped!"

With a loud bang, the place where Jin Buhuan's right foot was stepping on the ring suddenly exploded, just like Fan Xingcheng's sword energy had chopped on the ring.

"Wow!"

Everyone exclaimed in amazement, it seemed that Jin Buhuan could transfer damage. It was truly amazing to see it with one's own eyes. He was simply invincible!

Chen Qingzhou immediately remembered that before in Guta City, he and Cui Jiye had both attacked Jin Buhuan, but after the contact, he felt like a drop in the ocean and was not affected at all. He didn't know whether this was some kind of powerful martial arts or defensive life technique.

Fan Xingcheng was startled, took back the bone-lightening knife, and looked at Jin Buhuan, "Is it so troublesome..."

Jin Buhuan smiled slightly, "I'm not interested in any championship title, I just came here for fun."

Fan Xingcheng's eyes lit up, "What a coincidence, I'm not interested either. If my mother hadn't forced me to come, I wouldn't have come."

After listening to the conversation between the two, the crowd in the audience who were excited and cheering were suddenly speechless. It turns out that everyone is so supportive and looking forward to it, but you two don’t care at all!

Jin Buhuan smiled and said, "Interesting, let's hurry up!"

Fan Xingcheng stopped talking and fired several more "Heavenly Sword Orders".

Jin Buhuan was prepared this time. He slashed the beauty's waist horizontally and used the first move of "The Prodigal Son Sword Technique" "Wandering Around the World". An ice wall instantly condensed between the two of them. Seven or eight knife marks immediately appeared on the surface of the ice wall, but it was still strong and firm.

Jin Buhuan knew that these seven or eight sword strikes were just appetizers, the main course was still to come. The next moment, red sword auras slashed out from seven or eight directions at the same time, directly surrounding him.

Facing the sword energies coming from all directions, Jin Buhuan held the beauty's waist upright and spun quickly on the spot, creating a "sword blade storm" that also brought ice and snow, blocking the red sword energies one by one.

"trouble……"

Fan Xingcheng muttered again, his patience almost worn out.

Jin Buhuan was unwilling to keep taking the beating passively, so he used the second move of the "Prodigal Son Sword Technique" called "Unruly". He rushed towards Fan Xingcheng with the sword in his hand, twisting and turning like a drunk. Each of his sword moves was not in accordance with common sense, and it seemed chaotic, but it was difficult to defend against.

Although Fan Xingcheng's figure was a little bloated, he was still flexible. He swung the bone-breaking knife repeatedly, and each blow made sparks fly and clink. The two of them took turns to gain the upper hand, which gave the audience a great thrill.

After fighting for a hundred moves, Fan Xingcheng was already out of patience. He sighed slightly, "It seems like this won't work unless we come up with something real."