The next day, tens of thousands of spectators poured into Jiangcheng's competition square, and the seats were packed.

Because the final points match of the tournament will be held today.

It is also a game where one hundred and thirty-five advance to sixty-seven.

After that, the last sixty-seven players will be ranked according to the points they earned previously.

This will determine the first place in this tournament.

If we say, the warriors who have been promoted before may still have a factor of luck in it.

But now, all of the 135 players have made it through hard work.

Ye Feng and Zhang Qilong are standing at the front of the Chu Family Martial Arts Team. It can be said that they carry the hope of the Chu Family Martial Arts School.

Although Zhang Qilong also advanced to the final round, in the previous battle with Soul Seven, Zhang Qilong turned defeat into victory at the last moment and only scored two points.

Compared to Ye Feng who crushed every game and took three points, Zhang Qilong has already withdrawn from the competition for first place.

All he has to do is defeat his opponents as quickly as possible, then get more points and strive for a higher ranking.

With the host's announcement, the exciting final round of competition officially began.

As time went by, half of the players had already participated in the final round of the competition.

"In the next game, contestant No. 78 will play against contestant No. 79. Please invite both contestants to the stage."

Number 79 is none other than Zhang Qilong, who became increasingly brave in the Vietnam War.

He turned back and nodded to his fellow juniors, and walked onto the ring confidently.

"Come on, Senior Brother!"

"Sir, we believe in you!"

Reaching this point has exceeded Zhang Qilong's original expectations. All he hopes now is to fight with all his heart and soul.

The one he was fighting against was also a very good martial artist named Bozan.

"I have been paying attention to you for a long time. You are very strong. I hope you won't hold back today and have a good fight with me."

Bozan looked at Zhang Qilong and said sincerely.

"Hmph, don't worry, it will be as you wish."

With the referee's whistle, the match between the two officially began.

Perhaps because of the same mentality, both of them gave up on techniques and chose the most direct method.

Compete physically.

I saw the internal energy of the two people in the ring running wildly. No one concentrated their internal energy on body protection, but all of it was used on their fists.

Immediately they rushed towards each other at the same time.

Perhaps it was the pride of foreign Kung Fu warriors, but neither of them hid. Instead, under the gaze of everyone, their fists collided with each other with a sound of breaking through the air.

After a "bang" sound, the two of them took a few steps back.

I saw that Zhang Qilong's fist was slightly red and swollen.

And Bozan's drooping hands were shaking uncontrollably.

Obviously the first round of the competition was evenly matched between the two.

Immediately afterwards, both of them changed hands and moved forward.

I saw Bozan punch Zhang Qilong in the face. The punch was so powerful and heavy that Zhang Qilong's face was deformed at the moment of being punched.

Zhang Qilong also retaliated and punched Bozan in the eye.

Bozan's eyes suddenly became swollen, and he could not even open them.

Zhang Qilong spit out a mouthful of blood with his teeth.

"Have fun! Come again!"

Bozan was not to be outdone.

But the strength of the two of them was limited after all. As they fought, the martial arts competition that was supposed to be very high-level turned out to be like gangsters on the street.

You punch me and you kick me, both of them have blood on their faces at the moment.

Until the end, Bozan's light punch, which seemed unable to kill even an ant, became the straw that broke the camel's back.

Zhang Qilong fainted and fell to the ground.

Pozan strives to be the ultimate winner of this physical battle.

Everyone from the Chu Family Martial Arts School carried Zhang Qilong off the stage, and Ye Feng pierced Zhang Qilong's body with several golden needles.

"He's just too tired. Let him rest for a while."

Indeed, Zhang Qilong endured too much in this competition.

"Brother Feng, it will be your turn soon."

"Do you think this old dog like Li Zongzheng will arrange for you to have Shatura as your opponent this round?"

"Yes, Li Zongzheng first asked us to relax our vigilance, and then he did the final trick."

Ye Feng smiled when he heard this and did not explain anything, but said: "No matter who is my opponent, the first place in the end must be ours!"

Everyone listened to this all the time, but they still felt very uneasy.

Until the host on the stage called, "Next, please invite contestants No. 120 and 121 to the stage."

I saw a man who looked like a mountain slowly walking onto the stage, each step seemed to use 100% of his strength.

The ground around the arena shook.

It was only then that everyone in the Chu Family Martial Arts School heaved a sigh of relief.

The person who came to power was none other than the wandering monk Shatura who was feared by everyone.

His opponent was a warrior who had not performed very well before, and he only made it to the last round.

The result is self-evident. Naturally, Ksathura won with a crushing attitude.

It's just that when Shatura came off the stage, he took a meaningful look at Ye Feng who was sitting under the stage.

Next it was Ye Feng's turn.

"It's so dangerous, Brother Feng is just one position away from facing off against Shatura."

"Yes, fortunately Brother Feng is lucky."

"Tsk, I think Ksathura is the lucky one."

Before everyone could finish their discussion, Ye Feng had already returned to the team.

"What's going on? Brother Feng, isn't it your turn?"

"The competition is over. Nuo, look." Ye Feng arched his mouth toward the bottom of the ring.

I saw a member of the Tianwu Society lying on the ground, with blood pouring out of his mouth, and a large piece of the bone in his chest was sunken.

With the end of the last group of contestants, this competition of 135 to 67 has officially come to an end.

The host changed his outfit and walked onto the stage in a straight suit.

"I will announce below the warriors who have basically entered the top 100 in this competition."

"The 100th, Sun Wutian"

"Ninety-nine, Fan Wubing."

"..."

"No. 75, Zhang Qilong!"

Hearing that his points had entered the top 100, Zhang Qilong opened his mouth in excitement and didn't know what to say for a moment.

And everyone in the surrounding Chu Family Martial Arts School was also very happy for Zhang Qilong.

"Ahem, the next step is the most exciting moment."

"There are two players in this competition who have advanced to the final round with unbeatable results. Moreover, they have scored three points in every game."

"They are Ye Feng and Shatu Luo from the Chu Family Martial Arts School!"

After the host made the announcement, the audience burst into thunderous applause.

"However, according to the rules of the competition, players with the same points will have to play an extra game to determine the final ranking!"

The audience in the audience was very excited at this moment, and the debate about who was stronger, Ye Feng or Shatuluo, had long been spread.
Chapter completed!