Eighteen huge battle platforms are suspended in the air.

The battle platform is very huge, and it is black, like cast from a strange metal, with runes filled with them, full of heavy feeling, as if it is indestructible.

"The rules of the second round, first of all, I will break up the people of the eighteen forces and disperse them to the eighteen battle platforms, each with sixteen people!"

"These sixteen people take turns to fight, and each person will fight with the other fifteen people. In the end, the four best players in each battle arena will advance!"

"Each person will receive 100 points for each person, and those who have not promoted will have no points for each person!"

"In the end, there will be seventy-two people who will advance in the eighteen battle platforms. These seventy-two people will fight in pairs, and finally decide the strongest nine people. These nine people will take turns to fight and decide the specific ranking!"

The leader of Tianhong continued to announce.

Everyone was not surprised, they had known this rule for a long time.

This is the most classic ring battle rules and the fairest.

This rule will be adopted in many forces' competitions.

Lu Ming has seen many such rules along the way.

Moreover, after the Vietnam War, the points you get are getting more and more.

Advance to 72, each with 100 points.

Then fight in pairs and advance to 36, each of whom can get 200 points.

Thirty-six players will be awarded 18 points each.

Eighteen to nine, each person can get five hundred points.

If a force has more people who break into the back, the more points you will get.

Once you become the top three, there will be additional rewards, so the points you get astonishing as you go along.

"Now, I will start to name and assign your battle platform, No. 1 battle platform, Wuhan University, Yao Lin..."

"Taipei No. 2..."

"War Terrace No. 3, Mu Yun..."

.........

The leader of Tianhong cultivated a string of names and assigned everyone to the eighteen battle stages.

Those who read the name went to the corresponding battle platform, and Lu Ming was assigned to the No. 3 battle platform.

Soon, the allocation is completed.

Lu Ming glanced at him and knew it.

Eighteen strengths, sixteen people in each force, were assigned to eighteen battle platforms, with almost no repetition.

There is only one person from the same force, which is also for fairness so that every person who competes can do his best.

Swish swish swish swish!

The figure flashed, and a figure appeared on every battle stage.

These are elders from various forces who act as referees.

The third battle station is a middle-aged green-haired man.

"My name is Liu Feichuan, and I am the referee of the No. 3 Battle Stage. Next, your duel will be arranged. This duel will only focus on winning or losing, not on life or death. So if you feel that you are defeated, it is best to admit defeat as soon as possible. If you do not admit defeat, you will be killed or injured, you will be responsible for it yourself. Do you understand?"

Liu Fei shouted loudly.

"I understand!" Lu Ming and others answered,

"Okay, the first game, Mu Yun, Zong Fei, come up!"

Liu Feichun shouted lightly.

"The first one, it's my turn?"

Lu Ming was slightly stunned, but it didn't matter.

Anyway, I have to fight with the other fifteen people, and it is the same in the morning and evening.

Step out and landed on the battlefield.

On the other hand, a burly young man also landed on the battlefield, named Zong Fei.

Zong Fei's eyes swept away Lu Ming, and a trace of contempt appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"The fifth level of the God Lord? I advise you to admit defeat, so as not to seek abuse!"

Zong Fei smiled relaxedly, and a powerful aura filled his body.

The sixth level of the God King is one level higher than Lu Ming.

Although there are many geniuses in this world who can fight beyond the level, he is a genius himself. Even if Lu Ming can surpass the level of World War II, he will not be able to overcome him.

So, when he saw that Lu Ming had only the fifth level of the God Lord, he was very relaxed.

"I want to give this sentence to you. I feel like I will admit defeat and will be injured by me, which will affect the subsequent game!"

Lu Ming said.

"Haha, my mouth is quite hard. I don't know if your strength is so hard. It depends on the trick!"

Zong Fei shouted loudly, stepped onto the battle platform, and amid the roar of the battle platform, his burly body rushed towards Lu Ming and punched Lu Ming.

"Feng Shen's Legs!"

Lu Ming thought and kicked him out.

At least dozens of leg secret techniques were fused in his feet. Once activated, they swept towards Zong Fei like a whirlwind, and the speed was astonishingly fast.

Come first after the trip!

bump!

Lu Ming kicked Zong Fei in the face. Zong Fei screamed and flew backwards faster than he rushed forward. He flew directly out of the battle platform and fell to the square below. He landed heavily on the ground and vomited blood.

Confused!

Zong Fei was completely confused, his head buzzed and his eyes turned white.

"Forehead!"

The people on the No. 3 Battle Station and some of the people who noticed this side were also a little confused. Unexpectedly, the two of them decided to win and lose in an instant.

And it was the fifth level of the God Lord who won.

"Um!"

Chief Wang nodded, and he was not surprised by Lu Ming's victory.

There was a master who snorted coldly in the sect where Zong Fei was, and glanced at Lu Ming for a few more times, feeling a little unhappy.

The genius, who were also the No. 3 battle platform, couldn't help but look at Lu Ming a few times.

Some people have serious eyes, some have indifferent expressions, and some have disdain...

On other battle stages, a few people also followed this side.

Like Han Feng, Qi Ping and others.

They hated Lu Ming very much. Before they could go to the battle, they found that Lu Ming had fought on the No. 3 battle, so they naturally looked here, wanting to see how Lu Ming was suppressed.

Unexpectedly, Lu Ming would defeat his opponent with one move.

"Some strength is no wonder it's so arrogant, but it's just that. After all, it's just the fifth level of the God Lord..."

Han Feng snorted coldly in his heart.

He was even more upset when he didn't see Lu Ming being abused.

Qi Ping felt the same way.

"How many people are very strong on the No. 3 battle station? It depends on when this kid can be proud of it!"

Qi Ping thought coldly in his heart.

"Mu Yunsheng!"

Liu Fei Chuan also looked at Lu Ming a few more times and announced Lu Ming's victory.

Lu Ming withdrew from the battle stage, and Liu Feichuan announced the showdown of the following group.

The game continues.

There was only one person on the No. 3 Battle Station, which attracted Lu Ming's attention.

Because this person has a stronger cultivation level and has reached the quasi-imperial realm, he comes from a powerful race and is a foreign aid invited by a force.

He solved his opponent with a very easy move.

As for the remaining ones, the ninth level of the Supreme God, it did not arouse Lu Ming's interest.

Soon, the eighteen players and nine groups of competition were finished.

"Mu Yun, please come to the stage and fight!"

Liu Feichuan called Lu Ming's name again.

Lu Ming stepped onto the battlefield, and at the same time, another young man also stepped onto the battlefield.

This is a young man wearing wings. As soon as he came on stage, his body suddenly became bigger and turned into his true form. He was a giant bird.
Chapter completed!