"Is it so fast?" Lu Fan frowned slightly. The fastest ring No. 3, the other nine arenas so far, has just been in the group challenge of the last person.

The No. 6 ring where he is located was even more duel in his subsequent duel. The two are still in a battle and have not decided the outcome.

In the No. 1 ring, even the young champion, Nangong Wuxiu, who was in charge of the ring, came on the stage.

This means that the four challengers before him had no rest at all, pushing the battle to the final stage of the group stage as fast as possible.

"Don't they need a rest?"

Lu Fan frowned and muttered in a low voice.

"Because this is Nangong Wuxiu..."

Wang Shangzhi sat aside and sighed.

"Nangong Wuxiu is known as the most famous contemporary hero and is also known as the first among the powerful men of the top ten families."

"Its talent and progress in martial arts is known as a rare sight in a century."

"Do you think the 4 warriors who are less than 30 years old are still in his group who are still intent on restoring their energy and want to get these precious 4 points in his hands?"

"What's the difference between this and dying?"

"It's better to recover from your injuries and wait for the next 16 games to see if you can win a better ranking."

Lu Fan nodded after hearing this. The group match did not mean that the journey of this ancient martial arts competition ended.

As long as you can rank in the top 16, you will still have a chance to enter the top 16 competition, continue to fight and strive for a better result.

So when facing a strong man like Nangong Wuxiu who has no chance of winning, no matter how he wins or loses, he will either die or be injured in the end and will be powerless to fight again.

It would be better to let others go up and touch this bad luck, step down and accumulate strength, and wait for the next game.

Nangong Wuxiu's opponent is a young strong man who looks only in his early 20s, but his body has condensed eight rays of true qi.

This strength cannot be underestimated even in places where talents emerge in today's Ancient Martial Arts Competition.

"Are you going to fight me?"

Nangong Wuxiu's tone was extremely plain, neither arrogant nor mad, just like an ordinary person facing a challenger.

The young man in gray robe stood in front of Nangong Wuxiu with a short knife in his hand, and said in a humble and arrogant manner:

"I know my strength is not as good as you, and I can't beat you, but I still have to ask you for some tricks. Even if I lose, I have to lose with dignity."

The young man came from an ancient martial arts family. Although he was not as good as the top ten ancient martial arts families, he also had his own wealthy style.

"Very good, you can take action."

Nangong Wuxiu's expression was extremely calm, and there was no emotional fluctuation from beginning to end. When he stood there, his temperament was fixed there, without moving at all.

"Then you have to be careful!"

The young man in gray robe stabbed out a short knife, and the blade was fierce and with a destructive force, it blew Nangong Wuxiu's hair and robe violently.

Nangong Wuxiu was calm, with his hands on his back, and there was no fluctuation on his face.

In the flash of lightning.

Nangong Wuxiu suddenly took action and suddenly buckled his five fingers on the wrist of the young man in the gray robe.

Then, he swung his left fist and pulled backwards suddenly.

Bang!

One punch hit the air directly shattered.

The shattered air ripples formed a murderous airflow, and suddenly slammed into the chest of the gray-robed young man.

puff!

The young man in gray robe spitted out a mouthful of blood, and his body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, and fell heavily to the ground, twitching all over, accompanied by the crackling sound of bones breaking.

"you!"

The young man in gray robe raised his head, his face pale and no blood. He widened his eyes and looked at Nangong Wuxiu, who was standing in front of him like a god.

He died on the spot.

"Fei'er!"

"Brother!"

"husband!"

In the northeast corner of the viewing platform, countless people stood up and screamed like a loss of their parents.

They are all members of the young people in gray robe, close relatives, parents, brothers and wives.

When they saw the young man in gray robe killed by Nangong Wuqiu on the ring with one punch, a look of despair appeared on his face.

"Nangong Wuxiu, let's just say it to the point, it would be too cruel to take action!"

An old man with a distorted face stood up and pointed his hand at Nangong Wuxiu with trembling.

"Our dealer and your Nangong family are also friendly for generations. Why are you so vicious and not leaving a little way out for my Fei'er?"

Nangong Wuxiu didn't say anything, he didn't even look at them, and walked off the ring with a cold snorted and brushed his sleeves.

"Stop it, you must give me an explanation today, otherwise our dealer will never stop until you die."

The Zhuang family members were filled with righteous indignation, and all their faces were filled with sadness and anger.

"The ancient martial arts arena, life and death are not a matter of life or death."

"Your dealer is not as skilled as others. Are you still planning to use the big to bully the small and use the power of your family to deal with me Xiu'er?"

A dull voice suddenly rang over the ring.

When the banker heard this voice, they were all stunned.

The voice of speech comes from the Nangong family camp.

A middle-aged man sitting firmly next to the Nangong family spoke coldly.

This is a terrifying powerful man who condensed 28 true qi in his body.
Chapter completed!