Following that, the first round of competitors stepped onto the various arenas in succession.
On the eighth arena.
"The first match, Zhu Longying versus Li Yihui."
"Competitors must sign a life-and-death agreent before the match. If one side concedes defeat, the other must not attack any further; violation of this rule will result in disqualification for both parties."
As these words were spoken, both contenders rapidly launched their attacks.
Their offensives were swift and fierce, and their striking power was considerable.
They fought with all their might!
No matter who it was, in this Pentahall Competition held once every twenty years, everyone wanted to give it their best shot.
Securing a good position was naturally the best outco!
In just three minutes, they had determined the victor.
The first round competitors were essentially at the peak of the Transformation Realm or the Half-step Heavenly Realm, causing Qin Jiang to feel sowhat sleepy.
"Qin Jiang, it's the ti for competition now. Did you not rest well yesterday?"
Xu Muge looked at Qin Jiang with concern, "Why are you feeling sleepy so quickly?"
"Opponents of this level pose no challenge to ," Qin Jiang said indifferently, "so I'm feeling a bit sleepy watching them."
"I'm just hoping to advance to the next round as soon as possible."
"I see," Xu Muge nodded in understanding.
Mo Zidan, who had been keeping an eye on Qin Jiang and his companions, naturally heard Qin Jiang's words and imdiately revealed a disdainful smile.
"You really blow your own trumpet without any prep, don't you?"
Mo Zidan sneered, "And you dare to look down on them with your physique?"
"In my opinion, any random person up there could easily crush your frail body, not to ntion your opponent is ."
"When you're on the stage, I'll beat you so badly you won't be able to utter your surrender. I'm going to kill you right there, so you'd better watch out!"
As he spoke, Mo Zidan laughed even louder.
He even cast a glance at Xu Muge, Zhao Yuefei, and Ling Qingxue, his eyes filled with mockery as if to say they should submit to him now or face a terrible fate.
However, Xu Muge and the others never gave him a glance, not even a hint of acknowledgnt.
Sparks were practically shooting from Mo Zidan's eyes.
For him, this was an utter humiliation!
He had to regain his ground later!
In the ti that followed, several more matches were conducted in quick succession.
Mo Zidan could hardly wait any longer.
He wanted to teach Qin Jiang a lesson as soon as possible, and then trample him underfoot, grinding him into the ground.
Finally, a voice rang out above the arena, "Next up, Mo Zidan versus Qin Jiang."
Upon hearing these words, Mo Zidan's eyes instantly lit up, followed by a sinister smile on his face.
He had been waiting for this mont.
An opportunity to crush Qin Jiang in the palm of his hand before everyone.
He rose to his feet and strutted towards the arena.
The next second, his gaze locked firmly on Qin Jiang.
Seeing that Qin Jiang was still chatting with Xu Muge, Zhao Yuefei, and Ling Qingxue, Mo Zidan called out sternly, "Kid, aren't you going to hurry up and co get killed?"
Qin Jiang ignored him and continued, "Tell , how should I handle him?"
"I've been annoyed by that guy for a while now. Just give it to him when it's your turn."
A playful smile appeared on Xu Muge's pretty face.
Zhao Yuefei and Ling Qingxue both had the look of being there to watch the show.
"Fine, I'll listen to you."
Qin Jiang smiled and then slowly rose to his feet, walking up to the eighth arena.
Looking at Qin Jiang before him, Mo Zidan smiled grimly, "Kid, I've already told you at the beginning that your end would be miserable on the stage!"
"Now, I'm going to show you just how severe the consequences can be!"
As his words fell, Mo Zidan's arms shook vigorously.
An extrely powerful aura suddenly erupted from him.
He stepped forward, his form vanished, and a surge of force swept directly towards where Qin Jiang stood!
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