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Soon, the nagging and talkative host finally finished his long speech.

"Now we will begin the preliminary rounds of the first day of the competition. Contestants in the magician group, please be sure to keep an eye on your jade tokens. Contestants numbered one to one hundred, please quickly take your positions on the ring and be sure to strictly follow your numbers." As soon as the host finished speaking, the magicians whose names were called could not wait to take action. They quickly and orderly stood in pairs according to the numbers on the ring.

The host solemnly announced: "Raise the protective shield."

Instantly, the massive arena was enveloped by an incredibly strong protective shield. This shield's primary purpose was to prevent interference between the various arenas, ensuring the smooth progress of the competition. As for casualties within the arena, no one cared. Death was commonplace in such intense and brutal competitions, and the demons were accustomed to it, with no concept of gentleness or restraint.

"This kind of competition is totally meaningless. It's as boring as teasing a puppy. I could easily beat ten people of this level when I was six years old." Mo Dao Gu watched casually for a while and felt bored, so he continued to close his eyes and entered a state of cultivation.

Soon, the matches in all the arenas were over quickly, and then it was the turn of contestants numbered 101 to 200, still following the same format and rules.

Time passed quietly in the intense game, and it was not until near noon that it was finally Mo Dao Gu's turn to play.

"Please welcome the Demon Lord team, numbers one to one hundred, to the stage." The host's loud voice echoed throughout the arena.

"It's finally my turn." Mo Dao Gu walked towards his own arena slowly and leisurely.

The protective shield was opened, and Mo Dao Gu clasped his hands together and said solemnly: "Mo Dao Gu from Crazy Demon City, please teach me."

"Light Demon City, Flash Meng." The other party also responded with a simple but polite salute.

Mo Dao Gu did not take action first. A small sword the size of a palm was quietly suspended above his head, as if waiting for his master's order at any time.

A blood-red sword emitting a bloody aura instantly appeared in Shan Meng's right hand. The momentum of the two men continued to rise, like a surging wave, one wave higher than the other.

Mo Dao Gu's sword was incredibly special. When the Mad Demon God first acquired it, he was surprised to discover it lacked any attributes. After all, magical weapons typically possess unique properties; how could it possibly be devoid of them? This wasn't just any ordinary weapon; it was an incomparably precious magical weapon. Magical weapons often possess a certain spirituality, so it was truly bizarre that it had no attributes at all.

However, Mo Dao Gu is very fond of it, because he himself has no obvious attributes, so using this attributeless sword is the most suitable for him. In his opinion, having no attributes is equivalent to having all attributes, and he can deal with various combat situations at will.

The opponent's strength had reached the peak of the Demon Lord, equivalent to level 9.9, and he was only one step away from successfully entering the ranks of the Demon Saint. He came here this time, eager to achieve a breakthrough in the fierce battle.

Shan Meng launched the attack without hesitation. The blood-red sword was like a beast out of a cage, striking straight at Huanglong, bringing up a terrifying streak of blood.

Mo Dao Gu remained calm, his figure flashing like a ghost, easily dodging the incredibly fierce attack. Wherever the blood-red longsword passed, the air seemed to be mercilessly cut, emitting a sharp hissing sound.

"Interesting." Mo Dao Gu raised the corners of his mouth slightly, outlining a confident smile, and a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes.

Although Shan Meng's attack missed, he was not discouraged at all. Instead, he became more and more courageous. His moves became more and more brutal and tricky, and every sword move was aimed precisely at Mo Dao Gu's vital parts.

Mo Dao Gu remained calm and composed, responding calmly. The small sword floating in the air remained motionless. He concentrated on observing Shan Meng's sword moves, trying to accurately find the flaws in them.

"Hmph, is this all you can do?" Mo Dao Gu said with a somewhat sarcastic tone.

Shan Meng was provoked by this and was immediately enraged. He roared and poured all the magic power in his body into the sword like a flood. The blood-red light instantly became stronger, and the surrounding air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

However, Mo Dao Gu took advantage of the moment when Shan Meng attacked with all his strength and quickly moved behind him like a ghost.

"It's over." Mo Dao Gu shouted softly, and the small sword that had been motionless suddenly flew out like an arrow.

Shan Meng realized that the situation was not good and wanted to turn around to resist, but it was too late.

The small sword stabbed straight at Shan Meng's back. Just when it was about to hit, an extremely powerful force suddenly burst out from Shan Meng's body, and forcibly shook the small sword away.

"There is actually a backup plan!" Mo Dao Gu was slightly startled, with a look of surprise on his face.

Shan Meng took advantage of this rare opportunity, turned around and attacked Mo Dao Gu frantically again, and the two of them instantly fell into an extremely fierce battle again.

At this moment, the spectators in the stands were fixed on this spectacular match, their eyes filled with tension and anticipation, and they occasionally let out bursts of exclamations and cheers. Of course, those in the ring, caught in the fierce battle, were completely unable to hear these outside noises.

The battle between the two intensified, sword shadows crisscrossing, lights flashing, like a dazzling display of fireworks in the night sky. Shan Meng swung his blood-red sword with impenetrable force, each stroke imbued with the power of a demon saint, as if to completely destroy everything before him. Meanwhile, Mo Dao Gu, with his agility and eagle-like insight, deftly dodged Shan Meng's deadly attacks time and time again, like a rock standing firm in the storm.

Mo Dao Gu thought to himself: "This guy's strength is indeed extraordinary."

Thinking of this, he quickly formed seals with his hands and muttered something. The small sword floating above his head suddenly shone brightly, and mysterious and complex runes faintly appeared on the blade, emitting a powerful aura that made people's heart palpitate.

Shan Meng's face instantly became solemn when he saw this, but he had no intention of retreating. Instead, he mobilized his magic power even more frantically, ready to go all out to meet Mo Dao Gu's powerful attack.

Mo Dao Gu shouted, "Go!" The small sword shot towards Shan Meng as fast as lightning.

Shan Meng gritted his teeth and swung his sword to block, only to hear a loud "bang" sound, as deafening as a thunderbolt from the blue sky. The powerful impact of the two swords clashing caused the surrounding air to violently distort, as if space was about to be torn apart.

Shan Meng was knocked back repeatedly by this powerful force, a trace of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. But he still managed to stand firm, his eyes filled with unwillingness and determination, like a wounded beast ready to make a final desperate struggle.

Mo Dao Gu took advantage of the victory and pursued the enemy. His figure flashed and he appeared in front of Shan Meng like a phantom in an instant, launching a fierce attack again.

Shan Meng tried his best to resist, but his strength was gradually failing and his movements became slow.

At this moment, Shan Meng suddenly burst out with an extremely powerful aura, and a layer of dazzling blood-red light appeared around his body.

"Is this... a breakthrough?" someone in the audience couldn't help but exclaimed.

Mo Dao Gu's heart trembled, but his attack did not stop at all. He knew very well that there must be no hesitation or mercy in the battle.

At this critical moment, Shanmeng's breathing suddenly became disordered, he roared in pain, and his body began to tremble involuntarily.

Seeing this, Mo Dao Gu stopped attacking, frowned, and looked at Shan Meng with some confusion and worry in his eyes.

"I... I won't give up!" Shan Meng roared in despair, and then his body went limp, like a building that had lost its support, and he fell heavily on the ring.

The host quickly walked onto the stage and announced loudly: "Mo Dao Gu wins!"

Mo Dao Gu glanced at the unconscious Shan Meng, sighed softly, then turned around and walked down the ring with steady steps.

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