Dual Transmigration: American Prison, Surviving to a Fantasy Development Stage

"The rules for the second round are as follows: Lin Feng, who advanced from Group A, will face Cheng Yuan, who also advanced from Group A."

Zhao Erniu, who advanced from Group B, will face off against Li Yi, who also advanced from Group B.

The winners of the two competitions will advance to the final round to compete for the top spot in this county-level examination.

The losers of the two matches will compete in a third- and fourth-place match.

Upon hearing this, Li Yi's smug expression vanished instantly, and his face fell.

"Now, in the second round of Group A, Lin Feng will face off against Cheng Yuan. Please come to the stage, both of you."

Lin Feng went on stage again as instructed.

His opponent, Cheng Yuan, was a young man of about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with a well-proportioned physique. At this moment, he was looking at Lin Feng with a serious expression and a solemn gaze.

He had clearly seen Lin Feng defeat the hunter with a single punch and easily advance to the next round.

That pure and domineering power was completely overwhelming, setting off alarm bells in his mind.

"The disparity in strength is too great; we cannot fight head-on," Cheng Yuan quickly calculated in his mind.

"Only by relying on skill might there be a sliver of a chance of victory."

Although Cheng Yuan was holding a long sword, he did not attack.

Seeing that the other party had a knife, Lin Feng was not one to be taken advantage of.

He walked slowly to the weapon rack, his gaze sweeping over the various weapons such as knives, swords, clubs, and whips, finally settling on a long spear with a red tassel.

He reached out and took it down, weighing it in his hand; the length was just right.

In actual combat with cold weapons, an inch longer means an inch stronger. When both sides are evenly matched, the spear, the king of weapons, has a very obvious advantage.

Its attack range is wide and varied; once mastered, it is enough to make it difficult for short weapons such as swords and knives to get close.

Seeing that Lin Feng had chosen the spear, Cheng Yuan's expression became even more serious.

Cheng Yuan gave a low shout, held his knife in both hands, and took the lead in attacking.

He moved swiftly, trying to close the distance and enter the effective attack range of the broadsword.

The blade flashed and cleaved straight at Lin Feng's center.

Lin Feng remained calm and unhurried. He took a half step back, flicked his wrist, and with a sharp whooshing sound, his spear aimed precisely at Cheng Yuan's wrist holding the knife.

The shot was swift and accurate, forcing Cheng Yuan to change his move and parry.

The blade and the gun barrel collided, producing a dull thud.

Lin Feng only knew how to stab, without any moves, transforming into a dazzling display of spear shadows.

Cheng Yuan gritted his teeth and fought back with all his might.

Lin Feng didn't even use much force; he just poked around randomly, yet he forced Cheng Yuan to sweat profusely and could only retreat and parry in a disheveled manner.

They couldn't even touch the hem of Lin Feng's clothes, let alone retaliate.

Then, Cheng Yuan could only retreat step by step, and was finally forced off the stage in despair.

His face showed a deep sense of frustration and resentment.

Despite possessing great strength and swordsmanship, he was completely suppressed by a long spear, unable to even touch the edge of his opponent. He was stuck in a quagmire the whole time, with no way to use his strength.

He took a few deep breaths, then shook his head helplessly, cupped his hands to Lin Feng, and said in a hoarse voice, "I have lost."

"The second round of Group A matches has concluded, with Lin Feng emerging victorious and advancing to the finals to compete for the top spot."

The presiding official announced loudly.

The audience watched Lin Feng calmly put away his gun and stand there, then looked at Cheng Yuan, who was shaking his head and leaving the stage with a sullen expression, and couldn't help but whisper among themselves.

They didn't see anything special about Lin Feng; they only saw him randomly stabbing with his gun, and Cheng Yuan was forced to retreat, which is how he lost.

Only an expert could see that Lin Feng's every shot was faster than Cheng Yuan's, completely shutting down all of his offensive opportunities.

It can only be described as an overwhelming victory.

City Lord Zhao Boli could tell that Lin Feng's spear technique was completely chaotic and disorganized, and that he relied solely on brute force to overwhelm his opponent.

This, in turn, made Zhao Boli think more highly of Lin Feng.

"Next, we'll proceed with the second round of the Group B competition." The officer turned his gaze to the other side, "Zhao Erniu versus Li Yi."

Upon hearing this, Li Yi took a deep breath and straightened his clothes.

His gaze swept over Zhao Erniu, but he paused slightly in his steps.

He had witnessed the arrogance of the bandit leader Zhao Erniu back then; they were simply not on the same level.

Even if he breaks through the internal energy barrier, he has no confidence in taking on any challenge.

In a flash, Li Yi had already made up his mind.

He turned to the presiding official, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and said loudly, "Sir, I concede defeat."

"Whoosh!"

These words immediately caused an uproar in the audience, with the discussion becoming even louder than when Yuan Chun had conceded defeat.

"Admitting defeat again?"

"My God, what's going on today? They're all giving up so easily?"

"Who exactly is this big, dark-skinned guy? He looks kind of simple-minded, is he really that strong?"

"Could there be some shady business going on behind the scenes?"

"Shh! Don't talk nonsense. The rules of the martial arts examination are strict. Who would dare to mess around?"

I guess they really can't beat them...

The gazes of the crowd toward Zhao Erniu were filled with shock and intense curiosity.

In two consecutive matches, the opponents were intimidated before the battle even began, handing over the victory directly. This is probably the first time in the history of the county's martial arts examinations that such a thing has happened.

Zhao Erniu's image in everyone's mind suddenly became unfathomable.

The presiding officer was also taken aback, and asked again, "Li Yi, are you sure you want to admit defeat?"

Li Yi nodded firmly, his expression unchanged: "Confirmed."

Brother Zhao's strength is formidable; I admit my inferiority and concede defeat.

Seeing this, the officers felt somewhat disappointed, but they could only announce according to the rules: "In the second round of Group B, Li Yi concedes defeat."

Zhao Erniu wins and advances to the final.

"Next, we'll compete for third place."

The official raised his voice, "Li Yi will face off against Cheng Yuan to determine the third place in this martial arts examination."

Upon hearing this matchup arrangement, Li Yi, who had been somewhat subdued after conceding defeat, immediately regained his fighting spirit and confidence.

He could accept losing to Zhao Erniu, but he had absolute confidence in facing Cheng Yuan, who had just lost to Lin Feng.

Over the past two months, he has devoted himself to the arduous task and finally broke through the shackles of body refinement, initially condensing internal energy. His strength is now far beyond that of ordinary fourth-level body refinement cultivators.

In his view, he was the second strongest in this martial arts competition, while Lin Feng was just lucky, not encountering any truly strong opponents (like himself), and relying on the advantage of his weapon.

Deep down, he was convinced that Lin Feng was no match for Zhao Erniu and would inevitably lose in the finals.

If I secure third place first, I might still have a chance to challenge Lin Feng.

The two took the stage.

The result is no suspense.

Li Yi's internal strength has just begun to develop, and his power, speed, and reaction are far superior to Cheng Yuan, who has not yet touched the threshold of internal strength.

End the battle within ten moves.

Li Yi ranked third in this county-level examination.

Upon hearing the official announce that he had come in third place, Li Yi showed little joy on his face. Instead, he frowned slightly, feeling a strong sense of resentment and displeasure.

He admired Zhao Erniu, but he just couldn't accept Lin Feng.

On what grounds?

An unknown nobody, through sheer luck, made it to the finals and even ranked ahead of me, becoming a contender for the "top scorer"?

How could this genius, who had worked so hard to break through to the inner strength level, bear this?

Fortunately, there is one more rule in the rules of the Great Wei Martial Arts Examination.

Anyone who disagrees with the final ranking will have one chance to challenge.

You can challenge any opponent ranked higher than yourself. If you succeed in the challenge, you will take their place.