The 3759th Chapter Begins, No. 3 Station

Eighteen huge battle platforms are suspended in the air.

The battle platform is very huge. The battle platform is black, like it is made of a strange metal. There are runes on it, and it is full of heavy feeling, as if it is indestructible.

"The rules of the second round, first of all, I will disperse the people from the 18 factions and distribute them on 18 battle platforms, each with 16 people!"

"These sixteen people will fight in turn. Each of them will fight with the other fifteen people. In the end, the four with the best scores on each stage will advance!"

"For those who are promoted, each person will get 100 points, and those who have not been promoted will receive no points!"

"In the end, there will be 72 people who will be promoted in the 18 battle stages. These 72 people will fight in pairs, and at the end, the strongest 9 people will be determined, and these 9 people will compete in turns , to decide the specific ranking!"

The leader of Tianhong continued to announce.

No one was surprised. They already knew this rule.

This is the most classic arena battle rules and the fairest.

Many power competitions will use this rule.

Lu Ming has seen many such rules along the way.

And the more points you get after the Vietnam War, the more points you get.

72 to advance to 100 points per person.

Then fight in pairs and advance to the thirty-sixth place, and each person will get two hundred points.

Thirty-six to eighteen, each can get 300 points.

Eighteen into nine, each person can get 500 points.

A faction, the more people who break into the back, the more points they will get.

Once you become the top three, there will be additional rewards, so a top Tianjiao, going all the way, will get very amazing points.

"Now, I'll start calling and assigning your stage, stage one, Wuhan University, Yao Lin..."

"Battlefield No. 2..."

"Battlefield No. 3, Muyun..."

......

The leader of Tianhong read out a series of names and assigned everyone to eighteen battle platforms.

Those who read the name, go to the corresponding battle platform, Lu Ming was assigned to the third battle platform.

Soon, the assignment is complete.

Lu Ming's eyes swept away, and he knew it.

Eighteen strengths, sixteen people from each force, were assigned to eighteen battle platforms, and there was almost no repetition.

There is only one person from the same force in a battle stage. This is also for fairness, so that everyone in the competition can go all out.

Swish swish!

The figure flickered, and a figure appeared on every battle platform.

These are elders from various forces to act as judges.

The third battle platform is a middle-aged man with green hair.

"My name is Liu Feichuan. I'm the referee of the third stage. Next, I will arrange your duel. This duel will only be divided into winners and losers, regardless of life and death, so if you feel that you are not invincible, you'd better admit defeat as soon as possible. If you admit defeat, get killed or injured, you are responsible for yourself, understand?"

Liu Fei was wearing a drink.

"Understood!" Lu Ming and the others replied,

"Okay, the first game, Mu Yun, Zong Fei, come up!"

Liu Fei Chuan gave a light drink.

"First, is it my turn?"

Lu Ming was stunned for a moment, but it didn't matter.

Anyway, to fight with fifteen other people, morning and night, it's the same.

Step out and land on the battlefield.

On the other side, a burly young man also landed on the battlefield, named Zong Fei.

Zong Fei's eyes swept across Lu Ming, and there was a hint of contempt at the corner of his mouth.

"Shenjun Wuyi? I advise you to admit defeat, so as not to seek abuse!"

Zong Fei smiled lightly, his body filled with a powerful aura.

Divine Sovereign is at the sixth level, one level higher than Lu Ming.

Although, in this world, there are many geniuses who can leapfrog and fight, but he is a genius himself, even if Lu Ming can leapfrog World War II, he will not be able to surpass him.

Therefore, when he saw that Lu Ming only had the fifth level of Divine Sovereign, he was very relaxed.

"This sentence is what I want to send to you. I feel like I admit defeat, and I will be injured in the face, which will affect the subsequent games!"

Lu Ming said.

"Haha, your mouth is very hard, I don't know if the strength in your hands is so hard, look at the tricks!"

Zong Fei shouted loudly, and stepped on the battlefield. Amid the roar of the battlefield, his burly body rushed towards Lu Ming and punched Lu Ming.

"Fengshen Legs!"

Lu Ming thought about it and kicked out.

There are at least dozens of leg-type secret techniques in the soles of his feet. Once activated, it swept towards Zong Fei like a whirlwind, and the speed was astonishingly fast.

First come first!

bump!

Lu Ming kicked Zong Fei in the face, Zong Fei screamed and flew back at a faster speed than he rushed, and flew directly out of the battle platform, fell towards the square below, and landed heavily on the ground. On the ground, he vomited blood.

Senseless!

Zong Fei was completely stunned, his head was buzzing non-stop, and his eyes were white.

"Forehead!"

The people on the third stage, and some people who noticed it, were also a little stunned. Unexpectedly, the two of them decided the winner in an instant.

And it is the person of the fifth level of the gods who wins.

"Um!"

Sect Leader Wang nodded. He was not surprised by Lu Ming's victory.

As for Zong Fei's sect, some masters snorted coldly and glanced at Lu Ming a few more times, feeling a little unhappy.

Tianjiao, who was also on the third battle platform, could not help but glance at Lu Ming.

Some people have serious eyes, some people have indifferent expressions, and some people are disdainful...

On other battle platforms, there are also a few people who pay attention to this side.

Such as Han Feng, Qi Ping people.

They hated Lu Ming very much. On their side, before it was their turn to fight, they discovered that Lu Ming was fighting on the third battle platform, and naturally looked here, wanting to see how Lu Ming was suppressed.

Unexpectedly, Lu Ming would defeat his opponent with one move.

"There is some strength, no wonder it's so arrogant, but it's just that, after all, it's only the fifth level of the gods..."

Han Feng snorted coldly.

He was even more upset when he didn't see Lu Ming being abused.

Qi Ping felt the same way.

"On the third battlefield, there are a few people who are very strong, let's see how long this kid can be proud!"

Qi Ping thought coldly.

"Mu Yun wins!"

Liu Fei Chuan also looked at Lu Ming a few more times and announced Lu Ming's victory.

Lu Ming withdrew from the stage, and Liu Feichuan announced the next group's duel.

The game continues.

There was only one person on the third stage, which caught Lu Ming's attention.

Because this person has a stronger cultivation base and has reached the quasi-emperor realm, a genius from a powerful race, and a foreign aid invited by a force.

He solved the opponent with a very easy move.

As for the rest, the highest talent, the God Monarch Jiuzhong, did not arouse Lu Ming's interest.

Soon, eighteen people and nine groups of competitions were over.

"Muyun, Chonghu, come to power and fight!"

Liu Feicuan called Lu Ming's name again.

Lu Ming stepped onto the stage, and at the same time, another young man stepped onto the stage.

This is a young man wearing feathers. As soon as he came to power, his body suddenly grew larger and turned into a giant bird.

No, it should be the original god body.