The Legend of the Devil
Ch. 42 - Preliminary Round I: Individual Dueling
All participants have their own sequence number that will become an identity during the exam. When Xue Zhan's name was called, he got a pretty unique number, 666. Jiazhen Yan 667's. Every twenty people were summoned to a sealed room, no one had yet explained what they were going to do, Xue Zhan and Jiazhen Yan walked in tandem. Seeing the twenty people walking in line with them also put on a nervous face.
Yet each of those participants seemed ready with their strength. Twenty people walked into a room like an arena consisting of two floors. Each floor is overseen by two intermediate warriors who will be directors.
Only the sound of the footsteps could be heard echoing on the floor, the room was silent. There was an order from one of the supervisors, "Participant numbers 656-666 will remain on this floor, the rest go upstairs accompanied by my colleagues!"
Jiazhen Yan and Xue Zhan looked at each other, they were separated. Jiazhen Yan clucked as he passed following the entourage while Xue Zhan remained in his place with ten people.
One supervisor in front stood firmly with both hands locked at the back. The look of his face looks rough, it seems clear he does not like to talk much less sweet talk. When he opened his voice, nearly half the participants jumped up as his huge booming voice made the ears ring.
"You Intermediate Swordsman Exam participants do feel ready with all the obstacles and enemies you will face?!"
"Ready, Senior."
"What?!" his shout while surrounding the ten participants with an intimidating aura, he stopped at one point where a quiet girl lowered her head without answering her words.
"Java!"
"Senior Ready!"
"In this first round of preliminaries everyone is your enemy, no friends, no comrades. We compete with each other, not in friendship. Whatever happens, do not forgive. Throw away your sympathy, imagine you are on an important mission to save the lives of many people and face one enemy."
His foot became the only sound in the place, until his clattering stopped in front of a participant. His eyes glared fiercely, he brought his face closer while exclaiming loudly, "Be a selfish beast, who tore apart its prey mercilessly!"
Xue Zhan rewinded his face, he was able to see close to the eyes of the hunter which made him so depressed with just a glance. The man had yet to introduce himself, but he was a very gloomy and cruel person.
"Good ..." Xue Zhan's breathing faltered until only his voice sounded like a small whisper, he gulped until finally the man withdrew and returned to his original position in front of all of them.
"My name is Tang Quan, I will explain the terms and conditions in this first preliminary round. Make sure you listen carefully because I won't repeat for a second time! Understand?!"
Ten participants answered.
The first preliminary round has simple but also difficult rules. Every ten participants in one arena would duel each other for points. The requirement to qualify for the first preliminary round is to reach 30 points, one win will get 10 points which means you have to win the duel 3 times if you want to qualify.
All the losing participants will fight back with the losers from the participants from the other floors, the opponents will be selected based on their number of points. That meant that twenty people from both the first and second floors each had a chance to fight each other. The five people with the lowest points are declared unconditionally dead.
Tang Quan threw a glance to the left right, feeling that all the participants had already understood what he was saying.
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Yong Guang pulled his hands from top to bottom, becoming a sign that the first fight had started in the second floor arena.
Jiazhen Yan fights Chyou Heng, two randomly selected participants.
Jiazhen Yan did not prepare at all, in contrast to Chyou Heng who was only as tall as Jiazhen Yan. It looked splashy above the arena, showing off its power that could indeed be said to be quite decent. A bright green light appeared on both of his palms, the young man mounted the fighting horses, focusing his attention forward. It looks like it will be the first attacker to come forward.
His mouth was so itchy to bother, "So you're the heir to the power of pure fire? I'm a little jealous of your power. But that doesn't mean you can win easy from me!"
Chyou Heng is famous for his envious nature and likes to babble even though his body is short of most students. So many mocked him as malnourished, but the young man showed his abilities by showing him the best kind of strength he had mastered. Water element power, Dragon Fist.
"I'll beat you in a minute!"
Challenging Chyou Heng left the girls on the second floor stunned by his cool words, naturally he was imagining the adoring gazes of the girls looking at his daring side. Chyou Heng allowed his flap hair to fall apart in the wind, inexhaustibly blabbing like a kneeling bird.
"No, a minute too long. Thirty seconds! Look at the true strength of the Chyou clan! Make sure you don't miss it!" his yell pulled out a hand forming a fist at full force without thinking twice, Chyou Heng as expected advanced first towards Jiazhen Yan.
The eight participants witnessed the prowess of the attack that occurred in the middle of the arena. The supervisor named Yong Guang was amazed to see the great power that had just come out in the middle of the arena. Jiazhen Yan would definitely be unable to withstand such a huge attack completely, at the very least she received a wound.
The puff of smoke thinned, then it suddenly burst into flames by the red light in the middle of the arena like an explosive. Bending Chyou Heng's body until his back was hit by an iron wall, spewing blood with sinister glaring eyes. Looking at the monster that had suddenly attacked, when clearly Jiazhen Yan did not move.
Within fifteen seconds of the fight starting, Jiazhen Yan subverted Chyou Heng in a one-second strike. Making the eight participants shudder in horror at imagining they would be the young man's next opponent.
The figure of Jiazhen Yan came out from the blaze with one hand fully lifted by the red flames. "Who else wants to be my opponent?" he said it was cold, looked different from his usual self.
Yong Guang pulled a knotty smile.
'This disciple is not only strong but also good at reading situations, he knows this round is an individual round and directly presses other participants so that no one dares to fight him.'