Fantasy: After transmigrating, I effortlessly became a god.

The competition became increasingly intense as it progressed. Fan Tiexue faced off against a Dragon Transformation Realm expert from the Demon Scorpion Kingdom, and at the cost of taking a punch, he advanced to the top 32.

By the time Zheng Qian entered the game, three players were already seriously injured and unconscious, and another was in critical condition. Eight players were injured.

The battle was extremely fierce.

"In the first match, Zheng Qian will face Murong Jin; in the second match, He Silong will face Zhang Hao."

As soon as Hu Can finished speaking, He Silong flew onto the stage, while Zheng Qian and the other two slowly walked onto the stage.

Besides Zheng Qian and Zhang Hao, Murong Jin and He Silong are both experts at the Dragon Transformation Realm.

"Zheng Qian, do you know why I stepped onto the arena?"

Zheng Qian was stumped by Murong Jin's question and shook his head.

"I don't know."

"Because I can't beat you. Since I can't beat you, of course I can't fly up here. I have to walk up here like you."

Looking at Murong Jin, who was even more beautiful than the women, Zheng Qian couldn't help but admire her.

A good mindset.

“Cao Zhenyu and I are good friends. Every time we spar, he beats me by half a move, but he can’t withstand ten punches or one kick from you, so of course I can’t either.”

Zheng Qian looked at Murong Jin, and then what?

"So when we're hitting each other later, please don't hit my face or step on my face, okay?"

"it is good."

Zheng Qian would naturally agree to such a small request, as it was simply to avoid humiliation.

Being good-looking and caring about one's appearance is perfectly fine.

"Why don't you just admit defeat!" Murong Jin opened her eyes wide and looked at Zheng Qian hopefully.

Zheng Qian shook his head. "No."

After the two signed the waiver of life and death, the referee struck the gong and shouted.

"start."

Before Zheng Qian even moved, the audience shouted.

"I'll give you three moves."

"Zheng Qian, the audience's demand for me to have three moves counts, right?" Murong Jin asked as she took out a small white bone needle, dangled it in her hair a few times, and added some oil.

"It has to be counted, it absolutely has to be counted."

"Except for the round of 32 final, Zheng Qian always gave away three moves."

"Yes, yes, yes, my brother is so strong, it's not unreasonable for him to give me three moves."

Zheng Qian was helpless. Murong Jin was a powerful expert in the Dragon Transformation Realm, and who knew how many hidden cards he had. He was an opponent not to be underestimated.

But since the audience said he'd let him have three moves, he'd let him have three moves.

"Of course it counts, they've already made the decision for me."

Murong Jin smiled, a very happy smile.

"I like handsome and confident boys the most."

As soon as she finished speaking, Murong Jin's eyes instantly filled with murderous intent, and she swung her fair hand heavily at Zheng Qian.

Whoosh... The bone needle was extremely fast; Zheng Qian didn't even have time to blink before it flew to his brow.

Zheng Qian leaned back to avoid it, and at the same time twisted his waist rapidly, and another bone needle flew out from the corner of his clothes.

"Hehe, you reacted pretty quickly."

Murong Jin sneered and threw another handful of bone needles at Zheng Qian.

Whoosh...

Zheng Qian kept dodging, and within a three-meter radius, bone needles were inserted everywhere.

Zheng Qian looked down at the corner of his clothes, where a tear had been cut.

"Wow, you found out pretty quickly. My bone needles were made by the Evil Devouring Beast. They are not only incredibly hard, but they are also covered with Mysterious Crystal Silkworm Silk."

As soon as Murong Jin finished speaking, gasps of surprise rippled through the audience.

"The bones of the Eel-eating monster are as hard as iron, and its teeth are even more impervious to hammering and fire-forging. Murong Jin actually turned them into bone needles."

"Five years ago, Murong Jin was ranked first on the combat power list among the graduates of the academy. At that time, he didn't even have bone needles yet."

"You are ignorant. Bone needles made from the teeth of the Evil-Eating Beast have reached the level of treasure artifacts, and the silk of the Mysterious Crystal Silkworm is also a treasure artifact."

"In other words, Murong Jin possesses two treasures. Zheng Qian is in danger in this battle."

Weapons and equipment are divided into five levels, from lowest to highest: ordinary iron, precious artifact, magical artifact, holy artifact, and divine artifact.

Iron is a weapon that only has hardness and toughness, but no function.

When rare spiritual materials are incorporated into ordinary iron, or when rare materials are used directly and tempered through a special magic array, it can be upgraded into a treasure.

At this level, equipment begins to exhibit a faint spirituality, capable of resonating subtly with its wielder and adjusting its attack trajectory or enhancing its defensive capabilities according to the wielder's will.

On the stage, Zheng Qian was in a real bind.

Murong Jin started talking to him as soon as he came on stage. He thought it was just a simple conversation, but now their conversation keeps echoing in his mind.

"Zheng Qian, do you know why I came up here?"

"Please don't hit my face, okay?"

"Why don't you just admit defeat!"

"Admit defeat!"

Each strand of the Mysterious Crystal Silkworm Silk emitted a sentence, and the noisy sound drowned out Zheng Qian.

Not only was it noisy, but it also made him feel irritable, and Zheng Qian even felt dizzy and lightheaded.

Sound attacks, sound attacks that are difficult to defend against.

As the Devouring Heaven Technique coursed through his body, Zheng Qian felt an instant silence. Not only did his agitated mood become as calm as still water, but even the negative effects of dizziness disappeared.

"Three moves have passed, now take my punch."

With starlight twinkling beneath his feet, Zheng Qian swung his fist and delivered a simple, unadorned punch towards Murong Jin.

This punch was delivered by Zheng Qian's muscular strength, without using a trace of spiritual energy.

"Hehe, you can't hit me."

Seeing Zheng Qian rushing towards him, Murong Jin lightly touched the ground with her feet, retreating while simultaneously flying into the air.

"Damn, Murong Jin actually flew up to fight, that's shameless."

"Yes, Zheng Qian gave him three moves, and after those three moves he flew into the sky. How could Zheng Qian, who is at the Bone Shaping Realm, possibly fight him?"

"He's doomed to lose, Zheng Qian is doomed to lose."

Zheng Qian frowned slightly as he looked at Murong Jin, who had a cold smile on his face, after his punch missed its mark.

Murong Jin revealed a strong killing intent towards him.

Since the start of the martial arts test, Yan Meng, Cao Zhenyu, and Murong Jin have all shown murderous intent towards him.

The Gathering of Heroes is a once-in-fifty-year event, requiring not only opportunity but also luck. Some powerful individuals may be born just after the Gathering of Heroes has ended, and by the next one, they may be too old or even dead to participate.

However, the martial arts competition was a place to compete for rankings, not a fighting arena. Therefore, it is conceivable that the three of them had the intention to kill Zheng Qian.

Is the power behind them the Crown Prince? Or the Second Prince? Or their protectors?

Zheng Qian had some suspicions, but he had no informants in Guangxiang, so he couldn't find out who was targeting him.

Regardless of which faction it is, if they want to kill Zheng Qian, then he should be prepared to be killed as well.

Zheng Qian did not forget that the people in the north and south needed to eat and wear clothes, so he suppressed his murderous intent and smiled as he looked at Murong Jin.

"You're a Dragon Transformation Realm expert, two realms higher than me, and you even fly in the sky. Do you have so little confidence in yourself?"

Murong Jin's fingers were delicately curled, making her appear as if she had transformed into a woman.

"You are a prodigy who has undergone nine tribulations of lightning. How could I, a mere person who has undergone three tribulations of lightning, possibly defeat you?"

After saying that, Murong Jin flicked her finger, and five bone needles came whistling through the air, forcing Zheng Qian to dodge them.

"Friends, Murong Jin is throwing needles while flying, but I can't fly. Is there anyone who can lend me a sword? I want to fight him for three hundred rounds."

After Zheng Qian finished speaking, Li Mubai took off his sword and tossed it to Zheng Qian with a whoosh.

"Take it and beat him up."

Taking Li Mubai's sword, Zheng Qianqiang drew it from its sheath with a clang, the bright sword light so dazzling that Murong Jin couldn't open his eyes.

Zheng Qian laughed as he saw the words "Lingxiao" engraved on the sword.

"Haha, Lingxiao, what a fine sword."