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Fang Ke's face moved slightly.

The thunder power user of the sixth-grade martial artist is indeed powerful. Fang Ke remembers this name. In the first round, his personal points were in the top ten, surpassing many second-generation players.

"I may not be able to compete with you." Guzhuang Yun said. He knew that Fang Ke was very perverted. He knew that he was no match for Fang Ke simply because he was a hundred-war holy magician.

"But I'm quite interested in comparing with him to see who is the second best."

Although the ranking of second is not very pleasant.

But the second child of Renjing’s generation can still be beaten very well.

As for those second-generation Wus, no matter how high they were ranked, Gu Zhuangyun didn't take it seriously. He excluded the second-generations from the ranking.

In his heart, the people of this generation are extremely talented.

Fang Ke ranked first without any doubt. He was convinced, but it was hard to say whether he would be ranked second.

He has never fought against Cui Wei.

Now I finally have the chance.

Fang Ke smiled at Gu Zhuangyun's modesty, said nothing, and looked at the screen to find his opponent.

Hmm.

What a coincidence.

He is from the Southwest Associated University, but unfortunately he is not Yang Bing, but a fourth-level martial artist.

However.

Yang Bing’s opponent...

Fang Ke looked towards Beijiang Wuhan University.

It’s Wu Wangyang.

He also entered the top 50, but now that he meets Yang Bing, he probably won't make it to the next round.

The second round begins.

Zhou Xi feels very sad.

Although his opponent was a second generation, he was not very strong and was quickly defeated by him.

He wanted to fight Yang Bing, but he never met.

Yang Bing was also very unhappy. He wanted to cause trouble for Fang Ke or everyone at Huangwu, but Wu Wangyang from the Northern Xinjiang Martial Arts University came instead.

And.

Wu Wangyang is not weak yet!

During the battle in the Bazhou Rainforest, Wu Wangyang was already a second-grade martial artist, and now he has reached the peak of the fourth-grade, close to the fifth-grade.

Plus.

He is still a superpower!

When fighting Yang Bing, Wu Wangyang's energy and blood exploded, and his whole body was covered with blood. The scimitar fought bloody with Yang Bing.

He was like a mad beast, constantly attacking, even if his head was bleeding and his body was covered with wounds, he didn't care at all.

"What a madman!"

Yang Bing looked ugly. He had been injured many times by Wu Wangyang. Although the injuries were not serious, they still made him very unhappy.

He used his trump card and used his big red golden hand, and finally slapped Wu Wangyang to the ground.

When he was still about to take action, Wu Wangyang was taken away by the principal of Beijiang Wuhan University.

Yang Bing is almost suffocated.

In both battles, his opponents were both newcomers to the human realm. He was injured both times and wanted to vent, but his opponents were taken away in both cases.

This made his eyes turn red and he was breathing heavily, just like the mad cow above him.

After stepping down, he saw that Fang Ke easily eliminated a freshman from their Southwest Associated University.

"Waste!"

Yang Bing angrily criticized his new student.

The freshmen looked angry.

Fang Ke spared his hand and did not seriously hurt him.

But the second generation in his school was scolding him, which made him very unhappy.

He is also a genius. If it weren't for these old students, he would even have a chance to enter the fourth round, and he would be considered a genius in the top dozen in the world.

But now.

His ranking was robbed by the second generation, his ranking was ugly, and he was scolded by the second generation, which made him very unhappy.

He's just a second-generation martial artist, why should you blame him?

In terms of talent, Yang Bing is definitely not as good as him!

If he had the same resources to train him, he would definitely abuse Yang Bing!

He even wanted to scold Yang Bing.

But in the end, he endured it.

There is no way, Yang Bing's family is a senior member of the school, and he is about to enter the battlefield of all races, so there is no way to offend him.

He turned around and walked away, no longer standing at the front.

Soon.

In the arena.

Guzhuang Yun and Cui Wei came on stage.

The two of them didn't say much and just exchanged blows.

In the ancient village, the Qinglong Yanyue Sword was waving, and Cui Wei was surrounded by silver thunder and thunderbolts.

The battle was fierce and lasted for nearly ten minutes.

Cui Wei finally fell to the ground.

Guzhuang Yun propped up his body with the Qinglong Yanyue Sword. His face was pale, his body was scorched black, his powers were exhausted, and several places could no longer be restored.

Cui Wei sighed: "You won, I hope you can go two more rounds."

He forced himself to stand up and said while walking down the stage.

"This year's return of the second generation of martial arts is very unfair to us," he did not hide his thoughts: "This was originally just a battle for the rebirth of the human realm, but now it has been mixed with too many things.

"I understand the school's ideas and plans, but I am not willing to accept it.

"Putting them together to fight with us...maybe I'm too naive and think it's unfair.

"Guzhuang Yun, and Fang Ke, I hope you keep going and don't let the battle belong to us. In the end, only a group of second-generation Wus are left!"

He walked to the audience, sat alone, refused to go to the infirmary, and stared at the ring in a daze.

He was indeed unwilling and felt it was unfair.

He has been preparing for this battle for a long time and wants to compete with other geniuses in the world.

But in the end.

Because of the appearance of the second generation, he stopped here - although he was defeated by Gu Zhuangyun, without these second generations, the direction of the arena competition would not be what it is now.

This does have the element of making excuses for yourself.

But it is unfair for Wu Erdai to participate in their battle. This is an indisputable fact.

The next game begins.

It’s another battle between the second generation and the new ones in the human realm.

Liu Kuan, a freshman in the Human Realm, is considered among the top ten freshmen of this generation, but his cultivation level is not as good as that of his second-generation opponent.

Although he tried his best and refused to retreat from the bloody battle, he was still knocked down in the ring.

He was as unwilling as Cui Wei and wanted to stand up and fight again, but his legs had been broken and he could only lie on the ground.

"Father, mother, grandpa, grandma, I'm sorry!"

He murmured to himself, leaving bloody tears in the corners of his eyes.

"I disappoint you!"

His voice was not loud, but everyone present had amazing ears and heard what he said.

His opponent taunted: "Hey, kid, you cried and called your mother when you lost? You wouldn't let your family beat me, would you?"

"Presumptuous!"
To be continued...