The next ones who appeared were two young men in their twenties, and they seemed to be completely two adults. They formed a strong contrast with Zhuang Yi and Zhuang Qiang's youth just now.

The two of them had a completely different situation than the situation just now. They were both ninth-grade martial arts, and they used them with a sense of solemnity.

Zhuang Yi's eyes lit up and he thought to himself, "The true energy of these two people is only comparable to me, but their martial arts are far above me. If I face them, even if I use the eighth-grade martial arts "Shi Po", if I don't grasp the timing well, I'm afraid I will follow Zhuang Qiang's footsteps. The chances of winning are between 30 and 40%."

With such thoughts in my mind, my eyes were looking at the stage without a moment, for fear of missing every move.

The two of them on the stage used the ninth-grade martial arts Changquan. The same set of martial arts was used in the hands of the two, but they were completely different in two styles.

The tall and thin man had his moves like spring water, one by one, one by one, and another, and he was far away. Another tall and strong young man had his hands wide open and closed, and the fist wind was everywhere, and the sound of wind and thunder was hidden.

What about myself, what style does the long fist I used? Zhuang Yi thought secretly.

The two of them have the same strength. Once they fight, they will meet the opponent. When they go back and forth, the people above fight happily, and the audience below is dazzled.

Zhuang Yi forgot everything, and his whole mind was concentrated on the two people on the ring, and confirmed their moves with their usual experiences one by one. If you occasionally gain something, you will be extremely happy.

Zhuang Cangyun and several elders stood down for a while and left. This level of competition could not make them interested.

A 20-year-old middle-grade martial artist will have limited achievements if he does not have great opportunities in the future.

True energy is the foundation of a warrior. Even if a martial artist is able to master the ninth-grade martial arts skills, it is extremely slim to defeat a warrior.

Only by practicing true qi to a profound level can one practice more advanced martial arts.

Therefore, people like Zhuang Yi and Zhuang Qiang who show extremely high talent for cultivation at a young age are worthy of their attention.

The two on the stage fought until fifty or sixty moves. In the end, the tall and thin young man was better at his skills and exhausted his fierce opponents and won the victory.

This result, as Zhuang Yi expected, was shining in his eyes and he said to himself, "That strong young man just attacked fiercely but didn't know the reason why he couldn't last long. The two of them had the same strength. Whoever exhausted his true energy first would be defeated."

The referee elder announced that the tall and thin young man won, and then read the name of the person who was going to compete in the next competition.

Zhuang Yi kept staring at the ring and watching various competitions of different styles, which benefited him a lot.

After the middle-level martial artists had all competed, Zhuang Yi stood up and looked around and realized that the crowd had dispersed a lot. There were ten arenas, eight are empty, and only two are still competing.

After walking closer and looking for a while, the strength of the two people on the ring was only as high as that of the low-grade martial artists.

He didn't find it strange that the low-grade martial artist was at the bottom of the martial arts pyramid and had always had the largest number of people. The dealer was no exception.

Although both sides of the competition were one level lower than their own strength, Zhuang Yi was still very impressed.

"The same martial artist is different from one level, but the difference in strength cannot be judged by miles. Among the low-grade martial artists, there are very few who can master ninth-grade martial arts. If I face the battle head-on, I can easily defeat three low-grade martial artists."

On the way home, Zhuang Yi was thinking while walking.

"But I don't know how strong the top-grade martial artist will be? If I face it, how likely will I win if I use all my strength?"

As he thought about it, Zhuang Yi's blood couldn't help but boil. "The rules of the competition, if you win the group, you can compete with the winner of the top martial artist."

He took a deep breath, "Just win another six games." A strong sense of fighting surged on Zhuang Yi's face.

"And Zhuang Qizhen, you must not lose too quickly."

A hint of hatred flashed in his eyes.

The next day, Zhuang Yi was still arranged to team in the first game. His opponent was a sixteen-year-old boy who practiced earth-based martial arts and ninth-grade martial arts Breaking Stone Fist.

There are not many moves in the stone-breaking fist, and the emphasis is on using force to break the skill, and one force can reduce ten points.

In this way, two young men who also practiced the earth-based martial arts staged a head-on fight on the ring.

In the end, Zhuang Yi, who had a stronger true energy, directly knocked his opponent out of the ring in the ninth punch and won the victory.

When he walked off the ring, the people around him looked at him and felt a little awe.

If his victory yesterday could be said to be luck. Today, in full view of everyone, he defeated the enemy with a hard bridge and a hard horse without any falsehood.

After the competition was completed, Zhuang Yi did not stay to watch the subsequent competition, but walked towards the ring next door.

“Huh?”

Zhuang Yi exclaimed in surprise and said strangely, "Why are there so many people?"

I saw that under the ring next door, I was surrounded by people. Looking at the other rings, the number of people was far less than here.

He didn't want to join in the fun with others. He was about to walk to another ring with fewer people, suddenly, his face moved, and he showed a thoughtful expression, retracted his steps and walked towards the ring with many people.

With his body advantage, Zhuang Yi easily squeezed to the front and saw the beautiful figure on the stage at a glance, and thought to himself.

On the stage, Zhuang Xiaoyue, the most outstanding genius known as the banker in a century, is a handsome young man in his twenties.

The two are confronting each other.

Looking at Zhuang Xiaoyue wearing a light green warrior uniform, Zhuang Yi's mind was a little dazed, and some memories woke up in his mind.

He has always felt guilty about Zhuang Xiaoyue.

During the time when he just came to this world, he lost all his relatives, friends and lovers, and was in a very violent mood and was full of hatred for everything in this world.

During that period, in addition to Yue Niang and Minglong, there were also Zhuang Xiaoyue.

Faced with his temper becoming extremely irritable, how could Zhuang Xiaoyue, who was only six years old, be so angry that she ran away countless times, but the next day, the stubborn she would come to accompany him again.

This patience is particularly valuable for a six-year-old girl.

Zhuang Yi sighed silently, his eyes becoming a little dim.

In the end, the cute little girl was still angry with him.

"I will never see you."

Thinking of her grief that day, Zhuang Yi felt even more guilty. He was an adult who actually said such excessive words to a little girl.

He always wanted to say sorry to her, but he never found a chance.
Chapter completed!