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Timed battles may become the swan song of this national battle competition.

Guan Yuan's words lingered in the entire audience, making all the audience reveal regret.

Although... the timed battle of the chest-breaking maniac Fang Che was not long-lasting at all, and ended the battle at a very fast speed, but... it gave them an unprecedented sense of excitement and expectation.

The scene of the genius teams from the fairy city being defeated and crushed in a dozen seconds is always extremely exciting and shocking!

After all, the battle ended in a dozen seconds, and it was not the so-called mediocre that was crushed, but the geniuses of the major fairy high schools.

Each of those who can be selected to participate in the national battle competition has extremely rich background!

Such geniuses have an infinitely bright future, but such geniuses are crushed in the arena, and they are even more domineering and cool in the way of timing, and they are defeated.

Let the audience satisfy an alternative mentality, the geniuses they can't compare with, but there are more geniuses who crush them.

Thinking this way, they felt that their mediocrity became acceptable and calm.

Therefore, there are many people who look forward to the timed battle. It can even be said that most of the audience want to see the chest-breaking maniac create a record for the timed battle.

Unfortunately, in the fourth round of the national competition, according to the competition system described by Guan Yuan, the timed battle may really become a swan song.

In the audience.

Cheng Shi skillfully set up the camera magic weapon, aimed at the picture on the ring, and transmitted the picture back to Feilei Xiancheng No. 2 High School.

"The competition system is very unfavorable to our brother Che, but we believe in brother Che. Brother Che will definitely create miracles. How could such a hardworking person be defeated by a mere competition system!"

"My brother Che is a tough guy who only sleeps four hours a day and practices for twenty hours!"

Cheng Shi introduced Fang Che eloquently.

Now, his broadcast room is very popular, thanks to his exaggerated broadcasting method, so the popularity once surpassed the official broadcast room of Feilei Xiancheng.

Many students from the Fairy High School of Feilei Fairy City crowded into his broadcast room to watch the broadcast of the national competition, make their own comments, etc.

"If Brother Che hadn't been born, the battle would have lasted forever!"

Cheng Shi roared, holding the magic weapon of photography in one hand and clenching his fist with the other hand, shouting loudly.

In the broadcast room, countless silent comments rotated rapidly, following his final encouragement.

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At nine o'clock in the morning.

The fourth round of the national competition officially began.

Three Jindan-level sword cultivator referees landed on the alloy arena, and the majestic sword aura swept and spread.

The audience gradually quieted down.

"Now, please invite the 24 teams that have advanced to the fourth round of the national competition to come on stage!"

On the rostrum, commentator Zhao Gonghe made a loud speech.

In the contestant channel, one by one, the contestants representing the teams of the major fairy cities walked out.

The alloy arena was very large, and the 24 teams were separated in several rows on the arena.

The Feilei Xiancheng No. 2 High School where Fang Che and others were located was arranged horizontally and was in the eighth team.

The leader was Jia Shengli, with his hands behind his back, straddling the eight-character step, his head held high, and his eyes were full of contempt for the world.

Behind him was Luo Liuli, who was sandwiched in the middle, and finally Fang Che, who was wearing the uniform of Feilei Xiancheng No. 2 High School and had a gentle face.

Fang Che was smiling, and there was no madness and rudeness in the third round of climbing the stairs. He even gave people a sunny feeling of a high school boy next door.

"The fourth round, a group melee, the remaining five teams will advance to the fifth round of the finals."

"Next, we will start the formation, which is the phantom formation. The scene will change, with the alloy arena as the formation base. You will enter a small world. In that small world, your every move will be broadcast synchronously on the big screen."

The referee with a broad sword on his back was in the lead. He had a majestic aura. His eyes swept across, and his sharp consciousness swept like a steel knife, making people's consciousness sting.

The third level of meditation is the divine treasure. Digging out the spiritual treasure and piling it up on the spiritual platform, so that the spiritual consciousness is transformed into the divine consciousness...

The power and use of the divine consciousness are far beyond the spiritual consciousness.

And the divine consciousness... is a must for advancing to the Jindan realm.

Under such a sweep of divine consciousness, even Fang Che felt a sense of breathlessness.

The Jindan cultivator... is indeed still powerful and terrifying, far beyond what he can contend with now.

"In that phantom world, no matter how you act, whether you hide, cooperate, assassinate, or kill each other... it doesn't matter, in the end... only five teams can survive. As long as there are one to five teams left in the phantom world, the formation will be broken and the fourth round will end."

The referee announced the most detailed rules of the fourth round of the national competition. Even the teachers who led the teams didn't know this rule.

On the alloy arena, many players showed surprise in their eyes.

Twenty-four teams were thrown into the phantom world.

Suddenly, a player from the first high school in the imperial capital raised his hand and said seriously: "If every team chooses to survive and not to fight... will it keep on wasting time?"

The sword cultivator referee who released his divine sense looked over and said lightly: "After three hours, the phantom formation will gradually transform into a killing formation. The killing formation will start from the outermost edge and gradually shrink inward."

"Which five teams can hold on to the end... depends on luck."

As soon as this rule came out, many players immediately changed color.

This is equivalent to forcing them to fight against each other and fight for the final victory.

Only five teams can advance to the fifth round.

Such competition is very fierce. After all, there are six teams from the top immortal cities, such as the Imperial City, the Double Gods, the Five Elements, etc. Even if all the teams from the top immortal cities advance, one team will be eliminated.

What's more, there are seed-level players from many first-class immortal cities such as the Northern Frontier and the Southern Frontier.

Fang Che couldn't suppress his mouth when he heard this rule, and couldn't help but curl it up.

Interesting...

Too interesting.

In particular, he stood at the end of the team and felt the frequent glances from the surrounding teams after listening to the rules of the competition.

Almost every team had someone looking at him.

Fang Che's body...

couldn't help but get hot.

Teacher Su is right. As a conspicuous team, it will indeed be targeted...

But Teacher Su is still conservative.

Perhaps not several teams will choose to join forces to get rid of them first.

Rather, all the teams... all felt that this handsome, elegant, and elegant chest-crushing demon was too threatening, and was a battle horse among dark horses, so they wanted to disgust him.

Fang Che exhaled and calmed himself down.

"Teacher Su is right..."

"If this world is full of malice towards you, then use your toughness and brutality to ravage this world."

Fang Che closed his eyes and murmured softly.

Now, perhaps it is enough for him to test his own foundation-building strength.

It really makes people... look forward to it.

"Any more questions?"

In the center of the arena, the sword cultivator referee with his hands on his chest and a big sword on his back said coldly.

His eyes swept over the players of the twenty-four teams, and everyone fell silent, which meant that there was no problem.

"Very good, since there is no problem, then get ready..."

"The battlefield is about to be opened!"

"Welcome the glory that belongs to you! Whether you stand to the end and stand on the glorious final arena, or fall sadly and become a stepping stone for others... it depends on today!"

The sword cultivator referee's voice was like a bell, shaking the world.

He suddenly waved his hand.

Instantly, the alloy arena made a metallic clicking sound, and then eighteen circular arrays emerged from the edge of the arena.

A brilliant white beam of light burst out and rushed into the sky.

The majestic mana fluctuated, and the rich spiritual breath stirred.

The brilliant white light became more and more dazzling and brighter.

All the audience felt that they were engulfed by the endless whiteness in front of them, and they gradually couldn't see the appearance of the arena clearly.

Boom boom boom...

There was a sound of heartbeats, resounding around the square.

Slowly, on the big screen, the white light slowly dissipated, like a huge palm pushing away the white fog that covered the eyes...

Revealing the picture.

However, as soon as the picture came out...

All the audience who had held their breath suddenly shrank their eyes, and one by one they all let out...

An uncontrollable exclamation from their throats!