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"How confident are you? Wu Shiting and several other guys are all well-known masters in the sect." Lin Ping's eyes flashed with worry.

Although he believed in Li Ming's strength, he just heard that Wu Shiting had achieved great success in Qi training.

The strength far exceeds that of a warrior who has just entered the Qi training realm.

Although his friendship with Li Ming was not deep, their relationship was extremely close, but he did not want to see any accidents happen to Li Ming during the competition.

After all, the two of them had offended Wu Shiting not long ago, and this person is more like the kind of character who hides his sword behind his smile.

"I'm a little bit sure."

"A little bit?"

Lin Ping was shocked and did not recognize Li Ming's tone.

"Haha, it's okay. You will understand when the time comes."

Li Ming laughed.

These old detectives, relying on their few more years of training, did not take him seriously.

But on the other hand, how could he regard them as opponents?

Lin Ping scratched his head, not sure why.

He felt that Li Ming was not a person who only used words.

Soon, the two arrived at the Qingshi City Martial Hall.

At this time, many police officers and some passers-by have arrived here one after another, all wanting to witness the battles of Qi Realm masters.

For the sake of fairness and justice in this selection, Lin Qiancheng naturally allowed outsiders to watch.

It's not something shameful.

Seeing Li Ming's arrival, several young detectives began to argue.

"Oh, I didn't expect Li Ming to break through the Qi training realm so quickly. He joined the Six Sects more than a year ago. I didn't expect the gap to widen so quickly."

"Indeed, when will we become so strong?"

Another agent replied: "When you are this strong, you will be this strong."

The policeman who originally spoke rolled his eyes: "Just listening to what you said means you didn't hear it."

"But this time, even if Li Ming can't be the head catcher, he can still get some limelight." The young catcher shook his head.

Most of the people present came to watch the fun, but not many people came through the six doors. After all, most people had official duties.

After Li Ming and Lin Ping walked in, dozens of people looked at Li Ming. They all heard that a young agent wanted to compete. This made many people very curious and made bets on who would have the last laugh.

Wu Shiting was a little unhappy when he saw Li Ming, but the other participants just glanced at it, then closed their eyes and waited for Lin Qiancheng's arrival.

time flies.

The autumn sun is shining brightly and the sky is clear.

Not long after, there was an empty space among the crowd outside.

Lin Qiancheng walked to the seat in the venue with a calm face and said calmly:

"Six of you, choose your opponents in pairs, and the final winner will be the head catcher."

There are six people running for the position of head catcher. They are all Qi-training realm warriors. Only one person can be chosen.

There is no such thing as drawing lots, the winner takes all, and the person standing at the end wins.

The rules are that simple, besides, you can't kill someone intentionally.

Malicious serious injury is also not allowed.

"I choose you, boy."

As soon as Lin Qiancheng's rules were announced, an old detective directly designated Li Ming as his opponent.

Looking at Li Ming's young face, his face was full of ridicule.

For him, the easier it is to win, the greater the chance of winning later.

"Your name is Li Ming, right?" the old detective asked.

Li Ming nodded but did not respond.

The old catcher continued: "Your cultivation is not enough, but you have some talents. As long as you practice them carefully, you will definitely be able to catch up with me in less than three years."

"Today, I will teach you that if you don't have the strength, don't make a fool of yourself."

The old catcher sounded like he was lecturing the junior, and looked at Li Ming with strong disdain.

"Have you finished speaking?" Li Ming said lightly.

"What?" The old catcher was stunned.

Li Ming continued: "Now that it's finished, let's begin."

Uh-huh!

Li Ming reached out to draw the knife and held the handle.

The old catcher's eyes narrowed and he took the lead in launching an attack. He stepped forward and suddenly swung his knife, taking only Li Ming's vital parts.

But in Li Ming's eyes, this action was like slow motion, full of flaws.

Li Ming reacted easily and ducked sideways.

The blade sliced ​​through the air beside Li Ming.

The blade flipped its direction again, and Li Ming was still able to dodge it easily.

The old detective's successive attacks did not harm Li Ming at all.

Just when he felt something was wrong and was sweating all over.

In an instant.

Li Ming took action.

At this time, the old detective's eyes suddenly widened.

Because Li Ming's movements were so fast, he didn't even react.

Li Ming had already arrived beside him, and the sword suddenly appeared.

The blade had already landed under the old detective's neck, and the strong wind blew the old detective's eyes shut.

A death threat surged from my heart.

If it were a timid person, I would probably have to get wet on the spot.

After all, how does it feel to have a sharp knife hanging from your neck in the blink of an eye?

The old detective opened his mouth slightly, but finally said nothing. Thinking of his previous sermon, he wished he could dig a hole in the ground and drill down.

I wanted to be a soft persimmon, but I didn't expect that I was the softest one.

There was silence in the field, and everyone looked at Li Ming solemnly.

One fatal blow, just one knife, Li Ming killed the game.

From start to finish, it only takes ten breaths.

And the time for Li Ming to take action was only a moment.

The outcome has been decided.

The old catcher took a deep breath and said sincerely:

"I admit defeat, thank you."

There is no doubt that Li Ming's strength is enough to easily control him. If Li Ming wants to retaliate, he can make him end up injured.

Seeing such a demeanor.

Wu Shiting's eyes flashed with disbelief, and his fear of Li Ming in his heart deepened.

But no matter what the people present think, this competition must continue.

The competition between the other four constables also ended soon.

Wu Shiting and another constable who practiced Qi in the fourth level won.

After all, it was just a battle between warriors. Life and death were a matter of a moment. Who was stronger and who was weaker would be known after a fight.

After reaching the Grandmaster level, the movement of the battle would become very loud.

It is not impossible to fight for several days.

The constable who practiced Qi in the fourth level looked at Li Ming and Wu Shiting and sighed:

"You two decide the winner. I am not strong enough, so I won't waste your time."

He didn't have much hope for this competition. Li Ming and Wu Shiting resolved the battle very quickly, and he was absolutely inferior to them.

So he wouldn't humiliate himself.

Li Ming didn't act pretentiously and went on stage directly.

Wu Shiting followed closely behind him, and the two stood face to face.

Wu Shiting lowered his voice and advised: "Li Ming, if you step down now, I won't hurt you, and I will treat you as a brother in the future."

Judging from Li Ming's previous battles, he was obviously well prepared, and for a moment, he was not absolutely sure.

The situation on the scene was completely different from what he expected.

"Acting Constable Wu, if you go down now, I can also not hurt you." Li Ming replied slowly.

"Okay, in this case, I won't show mercy, and the outcome will be decided by the sword."

As soon as the voice fell, he didn't wait for Li Ming to reply.

With one step, he slashed with a sword.

Simple and unpretentious, but quite deadly.

This is a sword-drawing technique that he has practiced for many years. If he doesn't make a move, it's fine. Once he makes a move, it's like thunder and lightning.