On the martial arts training ground, the assessment personnel came to the groups, and soon there were announcements.

The competition proceeded in an orderly manner.

But because of the different strengths, many competitions quickly decided the outcome.

The assessment personnel are also very accurate in their grasp. They are experienced and keen eyes. Often, once the warriors fight, they can quickly distinguish the pros and cons of the outcome, and also take action to protect the weak warriors in time to prevent the occurrence of gains and losses.

Liu Yungang in the same group is indeed powerful. As soon as he came on the court, he only had three moves to make his opponent unable to resist and was knocked to the ground, without any suspense.

“No. 335 vs. No. 146.”

Finally it was Xu Hao's turn.

call out!

Xu Hao gently tapped the ground, his body as light as a geese, and he jumped across the battlefield.

No. 146 is a warrior in the middle stage of Qi Condensation Realm. He is tall and thin. When he found that his opponent was Xu Hao, his face suddenly became a little unnatural.

"Stone Falling Fist."

The tall and thin boy still gritted his teeth and condensed the true energy in his body and rushed forward step by step.

He used a high-level yellow-level martial arts, known for his strength and fierceness, as if a mountain and rock were rolling down.

"Ten Bengquan."

Xu Hao had no expression on his face and punched him out with one punch.

laugh......

A light punch was shockingly powerful, pulling out a long stream of air, accompanied by a series of tight and dull explosions.

The moment he punched, the assessors at the fifth battle stand were slightly moved.

Of course he knew that Xu Hao was using the Huang-level intermediate martial arts "Nine Bengquan".

But he has seen many martial arts monks practice this martial art, but he has never seen anyone who can exert such momentum as Xu Hao, vigorous, strong and powerful.

Bang!

The fists collided, and the thin young man spitted out a mouthful of blood, and was knocked back by Xu Hao with a punch. His body turned over and fell a few times, and he fell to the point of being dizzy and could not find the east, south and north.

"Win No. 335!"

The assessor's eyes were surprised and announced loudly.

Xu Hao punched decisively and powerfully, hitting the point, and one blow was to determine the outcome.

Win quite relaxed.

However, because his opponent's strength is not impressive, the battle between the two did not attract people's attention.

"Hmph, this kid is frivolous. He has already had actual tests, but he has only used Jiubeng Fist."

Some of the warriors from the audience shook their heads and said.

They saw that Xu Hao's realm was not high, but he used the Jiubeng Fist, which was only a yellow-level intermediate level, and they all thought that he was a little arrogant.

But how could they know that Xu Hao was not using the "Nine Beng Fist", but the enhanced version of the "Ten Beng Fist". Once he activates his full strength, he surpasses the ordinary advanced martial arts of the yellow level.

"No. 335 vs. No. 72."

Not long after, it was Xu Hao's turn to play for the second time.

The group stage is very simple. It is to select the first place by confronting each player in this group and then advance to the next round.

The purpose is to select the top thirty.

The losers can also continue to challenge and rank outside of thirty places.

However, there are thirty people outside, but the inner courtyard will not set up rewards.

However, if they win ten games in a row, they can also challenge the top 30. If they succeed, they can replace them.

The performance assessment of the inner court strives for absolute fairness.

If you have the strength, you will definitely not be buried.
Chapter completed!