mtlumby2d Chapter 432 Group 87 VS Group 287
Chapter 432 Group 87 VS Group 287
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A few days later, the arena.
"Wait! I surrender! I surrender!" A disaster-level warrior had blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. He looked at Gu Yeming and the other two with a slightly panicked expression and shouted hurriedly.
On both sides of him were his teammates lying unconscious.
"Group 87 wins!"
Following the golden-robed old man's loud words, the man breathed a sigh of relief, took out the nameplates of the two teammates lying on the ground, and teleported away together.
"It's already the third round." Han Xing let out a long sigh, looking particularly relaxed:
"At the current rate, it looks like we will soon be up against other strong teams."
Gu Yeming stopped screaming and heard the cheers erupting around him. He shook his head indifferently, took out his nameplate and teleported back to Area A.
Seeing this, the boss and Han Xing didn't even stop and teleported back as well.
The moment Gu Yeming was teleported back to Area A and landed, he felt a scorching gaze falling on him.
He turned his head to look, and sure enough, it was the swordsman in white.
Seeing Gu Yeming looking at him, Jian Xiaoyue stared into the other's eyes without any concealment, his eyes full of unstoppable fighting spirit.
Ugh...
Gu Yeming sighed secretly, not knowing what was wrong with this swordsman in white.
"Very boring, isn't it?"
At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded from two meters away. Gu Yeming was stunned, then looked up and found that the swordsman in white had already come to him.
"Your name is Gu Yeming...right? I am the chief disciple and elder of Tianjian Sect - Jian Xiaoyue."
Jian Xiaoyue's face was friendly, but the fighting spirit in his eyes had been slightly reduced:
"I can see that those games didn't seem very satisfying to you."
"Your swordsmanship is very different from mine. It can be said that they are two extremes."
"If you and I were to fight, it would surely be quite exciting!"
"I'm looking forward to fighting you. We'll meet sooner or later."
Gu Yeming frowned slightly and looked at Jian Xiaoyue in front of him. Although he felt helpless about the other party's persistence, he had to admit that this passion for kendo was indeed rare.
The thought flashed through his mind, and he nodded slightly as a response.
Jian Xiaoyue didn't bother to argue any further and just turned around and left.
At this time, Han Xing came from behind. He stared at Jian Xiaoyue's receding back and said, "It seems that he has set his sights on you. To be honest, this is not a good thing."
"In case you don't know anything about him, do you mind if I act as your commentator?"
Hearing this, Gu Yeming looked at Han Xing with some surprise.
Han Xing smiled, then turned serious and said:
"That sword cultivator is very famous in the Immortal Cultivation Area."
"He has profound attainments in the way of the sword, and few among his peers can rival him."
"It is said that he once fought a great battle between immortals and demons in the Xiuxian District. He fought against several demon masters alone with just one sword, and defeated them in a crushing defeat. In the end, he also successfully destroyed an important demon stronghold."
"After this battle, he became famous and became a legendary figure in the Xiuxian area."
Han Xing paused, as if trying to recall the information in his mind, and continued:
"Not only that, he is also highly respected in the Tianjian Sect. The Tianjian Sect's signature sword technique, the 'Heavenly Sword Art', is even more skillful in his hands."
"If you go against him, I'm afraid you will be under tremendous pressure."
However, at this moment, the boss's voice suddenly sounded, interrupting Han Xing's words:
"Don't worry, he has more tricks than you think."
Uh?
Hearing this, Han Xing was stunned, then he looked at the boss who was slowly walking forward.
Gu Yeming glanced at the boss, said nothing more, and turned to walk towards the lounge.
The boss didn't follow him, but just stared at Gu Yeming's back with cold light in his eyes.
Han Xing looked back and forth between the boss and Gu Yeming, feeling confused, and couldn't help but mutter to himself:
What is the relationship between these two people?
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As a large number of people were eliminated, the competition soon came to the fourth round.
After the old man in the golden robe mentioned the 87th group, the three of them took out their nameplates and returned to the arena.
This time, their opponents are the No. 287 group, which also excels in the competition:
Demon Hunter Fang, Bat King Seya and Ghost Rider Zhang Xing.
As soon as Gu Yeming and his two companions gained a foothold in the arena, they felt the strong pressure from the opposing group No. 287.
Fang is a burly man with a wild aura and bulging muscles.
In his hand, he tightly grasped a serrated long knife that emitted a faint glow, and a faint red mist was entwined on the blade.
At this time, Seya also restrained her teasing intention, and instead stared at Gu Yeming and the other two not far away, her bloodshot eyes glowing.
Zhang Xing seemed to have been ready for battle. Ghostly aura permeated his entire body and faint screams could be heard coming from him.
Seeing this, Fei Yan, who was eliminated in the third round in the audience, couldn't help but sit up straight and stare at the arena below.
"They actually ran into each other?" Yan Hu at the side was also surprised:
"The other groups are so lucky... Both of these two groups are very strong and have the potential to win the championship. Now that they have met each other in advance, I believe some of them will be able to fish in troubled waters and make it to the later rounds."
However, Fei Yan shook his head and denied:
"Those who survived to the end were all outstanding among the natural disaster grade. Even if they tried to fish in troubled waters, their true colors would be exposed sooner or later."
"Right now, this one is still the most exciting."
"It all depends on them... who can advance to the next round."
Alex in the audience rubbed his eyes and looked at Gu Yeming and the boss in some confusion.
?
Aren't they mortal enemies?
The representatives of various forces on the viewing platform also became interested. They looked back and forth between the two groups, and it was obvious that they were not sure who would win.
It looks like... this one is going to be exciting.
"Not good...it's him?" Back on the field, Han Xing stared at the fang on the other side, frowning, and speaking in a particularly low voice:
"Be careful. That Fang is very difficult to deal with. He is very powerful and has few rivals among the Calamity Grade. He is at the top level and has a place in the Trial Tower."
As for Gu Yeming, he quietly used a set of reconnaissance skills the moment the three enemies appeared.
The strength of the Abyss Demon and the Ghost Rider are both assessed to be Disaster Grade +, which is beyond the normal Disaster Grade level.
And that fang is even more heavyweight. Except for the spiritual attribute, the other three dimensions are even comparable to the boss's, and have reached the level of disaster level ++.
No wonder Han Xing said that just now.
It seems that the intensity has been fully reached.
At this time, the boss seemed to have noticed Fang's extraordinaryness. He stared at him, clenched his fists, and said in a deep voice:
"Leave that fang to me."
"Yeah." Gu Yeming responded. Of course he had no objection to this.
His current strength was still some distance away from the top disaster level.
It's obvious that Fang is going for the strong body route, and only a boss who is on the same route can go head-on with it.
Thinking of this, Gu Yeming frowned and couldn't help but glance at the representatives of various forces on the viewing stand.
There are too many powerful people at the boundary level...especially the old man in the golden robe, who is even more unpredictable.
I'm afraid time-related means cannot be used.
The atmosphere of the entire competition seemed to be frozen. Everyone in the audience felt the extraordinaryness of the two groups. They couldn't help but hold their breath, secretly looking forward to what would happen next.