"Oh? Brother Lin, and sister Ning Xue, you guys are also here."
Lin Yi turned his head with the voice and found Long Yin who was sitting in the last row with a smiling face. As soon as he beckoned, the two people originally sitting on his right immediately left their seats respectfully. Lin Yi was not polite, pulled Ning Xue to sit down and asked with a smile, "With Brother Long's noble status, why did he stoop to sitting in the corner by himself."
Long Yin shook his head and laughed bitterly, "I hate myself for being lazy when I was young, both in literature and martial arts, I am too far behind these true pride of heaven, so I am ashamed of myself."
"I beg to differ, Brother Long is the prince of a country, the future will be far above them. They can protect themselves with martial arts and kill people with martial arts, while Brother Long has millions of people to protect, and with a single word, he can easily deprive or save millions of lives. Brother Long does not need to be ashamed of himself." Lin Yi said.
"That said, but if I were a mere mortal ... hey, not to mention it. Brother Lin, with your ability, why don't you try to participate in this competition. I think with Brother Lin's skills, he will be able to shine."
Lin Yi shook his head and did not speak.
With the rules of this world's ranking, the two people on stage should be seven or even eight levels of strength. It is extremely rare to be able to have such skills at a young age, and it is worthy of being able to stand out among the nation's teenage powerhouses.
"The man holding the long axe was knocked to the ground with a crunching sound. The young man holding the sword had the tip of his sword pointed at his throat, with a clear look of triumph on his face. Most young people with strength are high-minded and arrogant, and these can only change gradually as their minds mature.
"In that case, there are still three last people. Seeing now, everyone knows that there won't be a second person as the final winner. Lei Xiao of the Lei family, although his age has just reached double ten, but last year already had the strength of the tenth level, recognized as a supreme genius. This year, there is bound to be growth again. There should be no suspense." Long Yin said.
Level eight is already among the masters, and level ten is the master of masters. And if you reach the spirit level, it is enough to start a sect. The heaven level can be a generation of masters. Just under twenty years old has reached the tenth level of strength, perhaps in a few years can reach the spirit level, before reaching middle age can reach the heaven level. In addition to the Sword God, who everyone looks up to, the current seven recognized Heaven-level masters of the Tian Long Kingdom are geniuses among geniuses, but they all realized the Heavenly rank after sixty.
The tenth level ... own strength of today's second layer of the Wu Chen technique, what kind of a height for this world will be.
At this time, the black shadow above the arena shifted and jumped on a man dressed all in black. As soon as he got on the stage, the originally heated atmosphere was suddenly strangely quiet for a few moments, because compared to the battle intent released by the other participants, what he released was a killing aura, and it was cold, sharp, and like substance, and even some of the world's sons and daughters who did not know martial arts clearly felt a cold intent.
It's him! Looks like I came just in time. Lin Yi's gaze turned to the top of the field.
"Who is this person?" Opposite, Long Yang, who was dressed in a striking imperial robe, asked in a flat voice, a clear interest showing on his originally bland and uneventful face.
"This person's name is Leng Ya, or it could be an alias. Yesterday it was extraordinary, but he was too ruthless when he struck, and most of the twenty people who fought with him yesterday were injured and disabled." An old man sitting in front of Long Yang turned back and said, with a serious and cold demeanor. He is the president of the Tian Long Royal Academy, with the Heaven-class strength of fire magician Lei Yan. In another capacity, he was the biological brother of the old head of the Lei family, Lei Mad. And he was also the chief host of this competition.
Long Yang nodded slightly: "No matter how the competition goes today, just by his aura alone we have to leave him behind. If he doesn't want to stay ... just double the reward and leave it by him. This will be a highly poisonous snake, if loyal to whom, will become a sharp sword in his hands, if forced on him, he would rather bite back than yield."
"I understand."
The originally complacent sword-wielding boy was cowed by the black-clothed boy's eyes and aura, and actually took a step back in front of everyone.
The sword-wielding boy let out a cry of misery, and the longsword fell to the ground with a "dang" sound, along with the right hand that held the sword.
There was a clamor, mixed with the screams of horror of young girls, a few even so frightened that they covered their faces with their hands, not daring to look at them again.
The black-clad boy who passed through the sword-wielding boy's body and cut off his hand did not turn his head with his back to him, not even the slightest change in his expression, as if he had only done a trivial thing. Behind him came a heartbreaking and miserable roar, and then the sound finally stopped, after all, he had fainted in extreme shock and severe pain.
However, there was not much rebuke among the scene. Because the rules of the competition clearly states: casualties are inevitable in the competition, no pursuit or revenge.
A few people went on stage to carry the man away and casually cleaned up the blood-spattered stage. Lin Yi secretly sighed: is this talent selection, or is it destroying talent.
And the real experts will really participate in such a competition? Lin Yi shook his head: No! Participate in such a competition is only for fame and status, and people with these distracting thoughts in their hearts, it is difficult to become a true expert. Even this young man in black, if not forced by circumstances, he would not participate.
"So strong! That instantaneous burst of power was extremely amazing, making it difficult to defend against it. It's just that he was a little too ruthless in his strike, it's only a competition after all." Long Yin sighed and said.
"No, because this is a competition, so he showed mercy. Otherwise, what he just cut off was his neck." Lin Yi said, somewhat unimpressed with Long Yin in his heart. How can you be a qualified emperor if you can't even accept such a level of ruthlessness?
"... such a person can't be obscure, why haven't I heard of him before."
"His name is Leng Ya." Lin Yi said. Just now Lei Yan and Long Yang's conversation, he listened to it word for word, and the other party was oblivious.
"Could it be that Brother Lin and him know each other?"
"No, I don't know him."
"..."
There are still two last people left who have yet to go on stage, one is Lei Xiao of the Lei family, and the other is ...
"My name is Nan Gong Zhen, I also ask this brother to show mercy."
It was a tall man who looked to be in his twenties, and as soon as the words fell, he waved his hands together, and both of his left hands lit up with a red flame at the same time - it was actually a person who could cast fire magic.