Chapter 1281 Not so lucky

The competition on the competition stage is still going on.

However, there are not many games left.

Hundreds of schools, with a total of five thousand disciples.

Now we have reached number 4922, with only dozens of games left.

An hour later, as the three referees announced that ‘No. 4999’ and ‘No. 5000’ were on stage, the final competition began.

It's a pity that the last two people are just two academy disciples ranked after 80.

There wasn't much excitement in the battle between the two, it just ended when one side lost.

At this point, five thousand geniuses and 2,500 competitions are over.

However, the first round is not over yet.

In the first round of elimination, 3,000 people enter and 2,000 people are eliminated.

Naturally, the first round is not over yet.

Next, the five thousand geniuses will need to draw lots again and fight again.

The rules are the same as before.

After this game, counting the victory and defeat of the previous game, if both games are winners, it will go directly to the second round.

But whether one wins and one loses remains to be determined.

If you lose both games, you will be eliminated directly.

If there are more than 3,000 people in the end, the competition will continue between the winners and losers.

In other words, the defeated genius now has another chance.

As for the genius who has already won, if he wins again, he can directly enter the second round.

How it ends, whether you miss the second round, all depends on your ability.

After drawing lots, everyone's lot numbers were disrupted again.

"No. 355." Xiao Yi looked at the number in his hand.

"No. 80." Qinglin also said.

On the competition stage, with the loud shouts of the three referees, the two geniuses No. 1 and No. 2 came on the stage, and the competition started again.

However, the enthusiasm and shouts of the disciples from various schools in the surrounding spectator seats were obviously much slower than in the previous game.

After all, everyone has already played and competed.

There was also a rough comparison between each disciple regarding their respective opponents.

Except for those peerless geniuses who have long been famous, the disciples from other schools have already shown their strength in the last competition.

Compared with their enthusiasm for watching the competition, more disciples would rather focus on how to deal with their opponents.

An hour later.

"No. 79, Tianzang Academy, Lin Shaoshao, take the stage."

"No. 80, Heiyun Xuejiao, Qinglin, takes the stage."

The three referees shouted loudly.

Whizzing…

Two figures jumped onto the competition stage.

However, the first one to take the stage was this disciple from Tianzang Academy.

Qinglin was a step slower.

Because when he heard 'No. 79', he knew that he was about to go on stage. He was No. 80.

And when he heard the words ‘Tianzang Academy’, he suddenly became very energetic.

A pair of cold eyes glanced at the seat of the Twelve Peaks of Tianzang Academy.

When he saw his opponent walking out of the Tiandie Peak seat, he grinned jokingly and instantly jumped onto the competition stage.

Therefore, it is one step slower than Lin Shaoshao.

"Disciple of Tiandie Peak." Qinglin said darkly.

In front of him was a quiet woman with a delicate face. Hearing Qinglin's sinister smile, she suddenly shuddered.

"Do you two have any doubts?" the three referees asked.

"No." Qinglin blurted out, "That's it from the beginning."

"No." Lin Shaoshao shook his head.

"Okay, let's start the competition." The three referees said and walked away.

"Lin Shaoshao, a disciple of Tiandie Peak of Tianzang Academy..." Lin Shaoshao politely bowed his hand.

"Oh my god, you big-headed devil." Qinglin shouted and took action instantly.

Whoosh…

"So fast." Lin Shaoshao's pupils shrank, unable to keep up with Qinglin's speed.

Bang…

There was a loud bang.

Lin Shaoshao only had time to feel a pain in his lower abdomen and a look of pain on his face before he was knocked off the competition stage.

Instant kill!

"Humph." Qinglin snorted coldly and looked at the three referees.

The three referees nodded, "In this battle, Heiyun Xuejiao and Qinglin will win."

Qinglin glanced at Tiandie Peak's seat, held his head high, and stepped down proudly.

On the seats at Tiandie Peak, all the disciples had cold expressions on their faces.

The look of disgust in the eyes of the woman in red became extremely intense in an instant.

Qinglin returned to Heiyun's seat and sat down.

Xiao Yi glanced at him and chuckled, "You held back."

Qinglin nodded, "See that little girl doesn't look like a bastard, just step off the stage."

With Qinglin's strength, if he really goes crazy, ordinary disciples, even the elite disciples of the Twelve Peaks of Tianzang, except for the chief, will never be able to get favors from him.

If he really wanted to argue, then Lin Shaoshao would probably suffer a lot.

However, although Qinglin has a perverse personality, he is also very clear about it.

"It's a pity that I didn't meet that little girl."

Qinglin said this and glanced at the woman in red on Tiandie Peak's seat again.

After looking away, Qinglin curled his lips and said, "According to me, this first round is troublesome enough."

"The competition is over after one round. If you have strength, you have strength. Why compete again."

Xiao Yi shook his head, "It's just a best-of-three-game rule. This is fair."

Yes, best of three.

In the first round, it seemed like each player only had two matches.

But in reality, the winner of two games will be directly promoted; the winner of one win and the other will be determined; the winner of two losses will be directly eliminated.

This is basically a best-of-three game rule.

On the competition stage, the competition started again.

As always, the enthusiasm of the disciples from each school in the spectator seats was greatly reduced.

Only when some famous disciples came on stage, cheers rang out again, and they once again attracted people's attention.

Such as the five chiefs, Tang Qianliu, Fang Shushu and others.

Xiao Yi closed his eyes and fell asleep as usual.

No matter it was the first game or the second game now, he wasn't very interested.

"Huh?" Xiao Yi suddenly heard something and opened his eyes.

"What's Qin Yi's number?" Xiao Yi looked at Qinglin and asked.

Hearing this, Qinglin understood what Xiao Yi meant, nodded and said, "Finally, you can rest assured."

Although the poison in Qin Yi's body has been relieved, his injuries are still there.

If his numbers are high, he must recover from his injuries as soon as possible in order to be able to fight.
To be continued...