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

After a full day of fierce fighting yesterday, only 103 of the more than 400 martial arts performers remain.

Those who were eliminated either went to get treatment for their injuries, stayed to continue watching the excitement, or gathered in small groups in teahouses to review their mistakes, their regret evident in their expressions.

Lin Feng stood in the crowd, his gaze sweeping over the faces that were either excited, nervous, or trying to appear calm.

Among the 103 people, one person was incredibly lucky to advance without a bye. He didn't get matched with an opponent in the first round and went straight into the second round.

Even the best of luck is useless.

According to the rules of the martial arts examination, the second round is the real battle.

The first round is just to weed out the weakest ones.

Of the remaining 103 people, who doesn't have some skills?

To break into the top ten from among these people, you need real, hard skills; you can't go far by just relying on luck from the draw.

The sun is rising higher.

On the arena, the newly appointed prefect, Zhao Boli, dressed in a blue official robe, stepped onto the stage.

He glanced around, his gaze sweeping over the densely packed crowd below the stage, and without further ado, went straight to the point:

"This government announces—"

He raised his voice, channeling his inner strength, and his voice resounded throughout the entire area like a booming bell.

"The second round of the martial arts examination has officially begun!"

The adjutant beside him continued, "In this round of competition, we will still be divided into four groups: A, B, C, and D. We will draw cards again."

The rules are the same as in the first round: only one out of four people can advance.

The drums suddenly sounded.

thump -- thump -- thump --

The dull drumbeats resonated in everyone's hearts.

Lin Feng looked up as the sunlight fell on his face, slightly dazzling.

Out of 103 people, only 25 can advance.

The drawing of lots began, and everyone took turns drawing lots.

In the second round of the draw, Lin Feng drew Ding San.

He glanced at the number plate in his hand, then casually tucked it into his pocket.

The sunlight was just right, making him feel lazy, so he moved to a shady spot.

In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the sound of a gong rang out.

"A, B, C, and D, come to the stage!"

The competition has officially begun.

The process was not much different from the first round; it was still a group of four competing in turn.

The difference is that the remaining contestants are significantly stronger, with many at the peak of internal strength and no longer rare even among those who have acquired their skills later in life.

On the stage, the wind howled with punches, the light flashed with blades, and the sound of weapons clashing was much more muffled than yesterday, indicating that the force was deeper and heavier.

Lin Feng squinted at a few matches before looking away.

The fight was lively, but there wasn't much to pay attention to.

Time seems to pass slowly.

Ding San was placed at the back of the line, and by the time it was Lin Feng's turn to take the stage, the sun was already high in the sky.

He rose from the shade, dusted off his robes, and slowly walked toward the arena.

In recent days, experts from Huayang Prefecture have been flocking here, including quite a few at the Innate Realm.

Lin Feng knew what he was doing and didn't plan to show off too much.

Leave the scene of killing someone in one move to someone like Wu Changning who needs to establish his authority.

What he wants is stability.

On the stage, his opponent was a young man with thick eyebrows and a square face, wielding a sword.

A calm and steady breathing pattern is the foundation of peak internal strength.

Upon seeing Lin Feng approach, he clasped his hands in a gesture of respect.

The gong sounds.

The man made the first move.

Lin Feng used an unsharpened knife with a thick back and wide blade, which was quite heavy.

The swords and halberds clashed with a muffled clang.

The man felt a tremendous force coming from the halberd, his tiger's mouth was in excruciating pain, and his entire arm went numb.

He lost his balance, stumbled back three steps, and nearly fell off the stage, his heart filled with horror.

This person could repel him with mere brute force? There was clearly no fluctuation of true energy on that blade!

Before he could even stand still, Lin Feng had already pounced on him.

So fast!

The man's pupils contracted sharply. He only had time to see a blur flash past his eyes. The next instant, he felt a tightness in his chest and flew backward like a kite with a broken string, landing with a thud outside the arena.

The whole process took no more than three breaths.

There was a moment of silence in the audience, followed by a burst of buzzing discussion.

"That's it?"

"Who is this Ding San? I've never heard of him from Yongguan County before."

"We just got lucky and ran into an easy target."

"Bullshit, Lin Feng already killed his opponent in seconds before. Was he just lucky?"

Lin Feng ignored him.

He nodded to the referees below the stage, then turned and walked back to the shade.

"Number 6, Lin Feng, a student from Yongguan County, wins!"

The referee's reputation spread far and wide.

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Zhao Erniu squeezed through the crowd and rushed forward, his face beaming with excitement: "Brother Lin! You won again!"

Lin Feng waved his hand, signaling him to keep his voice down.

Yuan Chun, Cheng Yuan, and the others stood not far away, looking at him with complicated expressions.

After being eliminated, they didn't rush to leave. Instead, they stayed in the city to watch the excitement and watched every single one of Lin Feng's matches over the past few days.

The more I looked at it, the more upset I felt.

"Lin Feng's strength..." Cheng Yuan murmured softly, but swallowed the rest of his words.

Yuan Chun didn't reply, but just stared at the figure leaning against the pillar, her eyes filled with an indescribable mix of envy and something else.

They previously thought Lin Feng was at the peak of internal strength, but now it seems he is definitely a master of the acquired realm.

The competition in the arena continues.

Next up is Wu Changning.

He still had a sword hanging at his waist, and his footsteps were silent as he stepped onto the stage, like a white shadow drifting by.

The opponent was a strong man in the early stages of the Acquired Skill stage, who had won two consecutive matches and was in high spirits.

Upon seeing who was on stage, all color drained from his face.

"I...I give up..."

Before he could finish speaking, he had already jumped off the ring.

The room erupted in uproar, then fell silent again.

No one laughed at him.

Wu Changning's strength is undeniable; he crippled his opponent's right arm with his very first move.

They were ruthless; they didn't want to die.

What's the difference between going up there in the early stages and sending yourself to your death?

Even if they survive by sheer luck, with their martial arts foundation destroyed, what hope do they have for the rest of their lives?

How are we supposed to live from now on?

Wu Changning stood on the stage, his gaze sweeping over the crowd indifferently, his expression blank.

The referee paused for a moment, then quickly announced the winner: "Category 6, Wu Changning, the student from Huayang City, wins!"

There wasn't much applause from the audience.

The group exchanged glances, their expressions subtle.

A master with innate talent is like a dimensional reduction attack among this group of internal energy and acquired talent.

Challenging opponents of a higher level? That's just something storytellers make up to fool people. The number of people who can actually fight opponents of a higher level is extremely small, one in a hundred.

Wu Changning sheathed his sword and stepped down from the stage.

As he walked through the crowd, everyone gave him a wide berth, as if avoiding a snake or scorpion.

Lin Feng watched this scene from afar without any particular thought. He was very familiar with Wu Changning's methods, and he would beat him as easily as beating his own son.

As evening approached, it was finally Zhao Erniu's turn.

He drew the seventh level of the Yi Qi class, and his opponent was a tall, thin man in the early stages of the Acquired Realm, wielding a fine steel longsword.

When the two went on stage, Zhao Erniu grinned sheepishly and clasped his hands in a gesture of respect.

The tall, thin man returned the greeting, his eyes wary.

The gong sounds.

Zhao Erniu struck first. He was born with superhuman strength, and he swung an iron rod with great force, smashing it down on the head.

The tall, thin man dodged to the side, and the longsword pierced towards his ribs.

Zhao Erniu neither dodged nor avoided, but grinned and swept his copper cudgel horizontally.

After ten moves, the tall, thin man dropped his longsword and staggered off the stage.

"Zhao Erniu, a student from Yongguan County, is the winner!"

Zhao Erniu stood on the stage, scratching his head and chuckling.

Some people in the audience were saying, "Who is this brute? He's only at the early stage of the Acquired Realm, how can he be so strong?"

"He's naturally gifted with superhuman strength."

Look at his staff technique, it's a style of external training, all about power and ferocity, most people couldn't withstand it.

"As long as I don't run into Wu Changning, I must make it into the top ten."

Lin Feng watched from below the stage and nodded slightly.

Zhao Erniu's horizontal staff technique is indeed quite skilled, and coupled with his monstrous strength, he could even put up a fight in the later stages of his training.

As long as I'm not too unlucky, advancing to the next round shouldn't be a problem.

The second round of elimination matches took longer than the first round.

Two whole days.

In the end, only twenty-five people remained standing on the stage.

Lin Feng glanced at the data and found that even the lowest level was the early stage of the Acquired Realm.

Those in the Body Refinement Realm and Inner Strength Realm were all eliminated.

None of the twenty-five people who remained were easy to deal with.

As the sun began to set in the west, Zhao Boli ascended the platform.

He looked around, his gaze lingering on Wu Changning for a moment, then sweeping over Lin Feng, before finally settling on the remaining twenty-five people.

"Half of the players will be eliminated this round."

He raised his voice, which dominated the entire venue.

"No group divisions, opponents are determined by drawing lots, one-on-one battles, therefore one person will receive a bye if the number is odd."

He paused for a moment, then added, "To be fair, Wu Changning will be next in the round."

Do you have any objections?

The entire room fell silent.

Then, everyone looked at each other and nodded in agreement.

Not a single person stood up to object.

What are you against?

Wu Changning is a Xiantian (innate) being; anyone who faces him is doomed.

Since he's guaranteed to advance anyway, rather than letting him take up a spot and eliminate others, it's better to let him go straight to the next round and give the remaining people another chance to fight hard.

This deal is a good one.