Diligence Can Make Up For Weakness: Make Up For A Heavenly Spirit Root At The Beginning

Timed fighting may become the swan song of this fighting game.

Guan Yuan's words lingered in the entire audience, making all the audience look regretful.

Although... the timed fighting method of the chest-breaking demon Fang Che was not lasting at all, and ended the battle at an extremely fast speed, it... gave them an unprecedented sense of excitement and anticipation.

The scene of a team of geniuses from the fairy city being defeated and crushed within ten seconds is always extremely inspiring and shocking to the soul!

After all, if the battle ends within ten seconds, it is not the so-called mediocrity that is crushed, but the geniuses of the great immortals.

To be selected to participate in the national competition of martial arts competition, everyone has an extremely rich background!

The future of such a genius is infinitely bright, but such a genius was crushed in the ring, and even more so in a arrogant and cool way of timing, and was defeated.

It satisfies an alternative mentality for the audience. The geniuses they cannot compare with are being crushed by even more geniuses.

Thinking this way, they feel that their mediocrity becomes acceptable and calm.

Therefore, there are a lot of expectations for timed fighting. It can even be said that most of the audience wants to see the chest-breaking maniac set a record of timed fighting.

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

In the audience.

Cheng Shi, who was familiar with taking photos of Law Treasure, aimed at the picture on the ring and transmitted the picture back to the Second High School of Feileixian City.

"The competition system is very unfavorable to our brother Che, but we believe in brother Che. Brother Che will definitely be able to create miracles. How can such a diligent person be beaten by the mere competition system!"

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

Cheng Shi introduced Fang Che eloquently.

Nowadays, his broadcast room is very popular. Thanks to his exaggerated broadcast method, the popularity once surpassed the official broadcast room of Feileixian City.

Many students from Fei Lei Immortal City crowded into his broadcast room to watch the broadcast of the national competition and make their own comments.

"Brother Che would have been born in heaven, and fighting would be like a long night!"

Cheng Shi roared loudly, held the camera Law Treasure in one hand, clenched his fist heavily with the other, and stood up in a loud voice.

In the broadcast room, countless silent comments, rotating rapidly, followed him to give his final encouragement.

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nine in the morning.

The fourth round of the national competition officially begins.

Three Gold Core Realm swordsmanship referees landed on the alloy ring, and the majestic kendo aura swept and spread.

The audience gradually became quiet.

"Now, here are the twenty-four teams that have advanced to the fourth round of the national competition!"

On the rostrum, commentator Zhao Gonghe spoke loudly.

In the player tunnel, players representing teams with various fighting skills in Great Immortal City walked out one after another.

The alloy arena is very large, with twenty-four teams separated in several rows on the arena.

The second high-ranking team in Fei Lei Immortal City where Fang Che and others are located is arranged horizontally and is located in the eighth team.

The leader was Jia Shengli, with his hands behind his back, straddling the figure of eight, his head held high, and his eyes looking down at the world.

Behind him was Luo Liuli, who was sandwiched in the middle, and finally Fang Che, who was wearing the uniform of Fei Lei Xian City's second high school and had a gentle complexion.

Fang Che had a smile on his face. He didn't look crazy or rough like before when he started climbing the stairs in the third round. He even gave people a sense of sunshine like the boy from the high school next door.

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

"Next we will activate the formation. The formation is the phantom formation. The scene will change. With the alloy arena as the base of the formation, you will appear as if you have entered a small world. In that small world, your every move will be broadcast simultaneously. On to the big screen.”

The first referee, who carried a broad sword on his back, had a majestic aura. His eyes swept across, and his sharp consciousness swept across like a steel knife, causing people's spiritual consciousness to sting.

The third level of meditation is Divine Treasure, where spiritual treasures are unearthed and piled all over the spiritual platform, allowing spiritual consciousness to transform into divine consciousness...

The power and usefulness of divine consciousness is far beyond that of spiritual consciousness.

And spiritual consciousness... is a must to advance to the Gold Core Realm.

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

Gold Core monk... is indeed still a powerful terror, far beyond what he can compete with now.

"In that small world of phantoms, 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 in the small world of phantoms, Once there are one to five remaining teams, the formation will break and the fourth round will end.”

The referee announced the most detailed rules for the fourth round of the national competition. Even the leading teachers did not know this rule.

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

Actually, twenty-four teams were thrown into the small world of phantoms.

Suddenly, a player from the first high school in the imperial capital raised his hand and said with a serious face: "If every team chooses to survive and not fight...will it continue to be consumed?"

The sword cultivator referee who released his divine consciousness glanced over and said calmly: "In three hours, the phantom formation will gradually transform into a killing formation. The killing formation will start from the outermost periphery and gradually shrink inward."

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

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

This is tantamount to forcing them to fight and fight to win the final victory.

Only five teams can advance to the fifth round.

This kind of competition is very fierce when you think about it. After all, there are six Apex Level Fairy City teams such as Xiangao, Imperial City, Two Gods, Five Elements and so on. Even if all Apex Level Fairy City teams advance, one of them will be eliminated.

What's more, there are also seed-level players in many first-class fairy cities such as Northern Xinjiang and Southern Xinjiang.

When Fang Che heard this rule, he couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth.

interesting……

So interesting.

In particular, standing at the end of the team, he felt the glances from the surrounding teams after hearing the rules of the competition.

Almost every team has someone looking at them.

Let Fang Che's body...

I couldn't help but feel hot.

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

But Teacher Su was still conservative.

Maybe not several teams would choose to join forces to get rid of them first.

But the whole team... felt that this handsome, handsome and elegant breast-breaking maniac was too threatening. He was a dark horse, so they wanted to make a disgusting move.

Fang Che took out a breath to calm down.

"Teacher Su is right..."

"If the world is full of ill will toward you, then use your toughness to ravage the world roughly."

Fang Che closed his eyes and murmured softly.

This might be enough for him to test his Foundation Building strength.

It’s really… exciting.

"Any question?"

In the center of the ring, the swordsman referee, with his arms folded across his chest and a sword on his back, said coldly.

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

"Very good. Since there is no problem, let's get ready..."

"The battlefield is about to open!"

"Welcome to the glory that belongs to you! Whether you will stand at the end and stand in the glorious finals, or whether you will fall sadly and become a stepping stone for others... it all depends on today!"

The sound of the sword cultivator’s referee was like a loud bell, shaking the heaven and earth.

He waved his big hand suddenly.

Suddenly, there was a sound of metal rattling and turning around the alloy arena, and then eighteen circular array disks emerged from the edge of the arena.

A brilliant white beam of light burst into the sky.

Magnificent mana fluctuations and a strong aura of divine consciousness surged.

The gorgeous white light becomes more and more dazzling and brilliant.

All the spectators felt that their eyes were swallowed up by endless whiteness, and they gradually couldn't see clearly what was on the stage.

Dong dong dong...

The sound of a beating heart echoed around the square.

Slowly, on the big screen, the white light slowly dissipated, as if a huge palm pushed away the white fog that obscured the eyes...

The picture is revealed.

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

All the spectators who had been holding their breath suddenly shrank their eyes, and one by one they all shouted...

The exclamation uncontrollable in the throat!