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He paused, then his tone became serious:

"Combat rules: No attacks on vital areas, no intentional killing. Other than that, there are no restrictions. But fists and feet have no eyes, and if something unexpected happens, we instructors may not be able to stop it in time—you will bear the consequences. If you are seriously injured and it affects your subsequent training, that's your problem."

"So, you can choose whether or not to withdraw from the competition. Whether you withdraw now or midway, it's up to you."

These words sent a chill down many people's spines.

The arena is no child's play—if you get injured, all your subsequent training will be ruined.

"Now, is there anyone who wants to abstain?"

The thirty-two people looked at each other, but no one spoke.

No one is willing to give up their first chance.

"Okay." Tavan nodded. "Then let's start matching."

The large screen in the training field lit up, and thirty-two names began to scroll randomly.

Xu Fei and Zhou Wei stared intently at the screen, searching for Wu Sheng and Suo Guli's names in the crowd.

Xu Fei was conflicted—he wanted to be matched with Wu Sheng and teach that kid a lesson himself, but he was also vaguely afraid that he might lose...

Zhou Wei, on the other hand, was much more straightforward; he was single-mindedly focused on matching with the Soulbound One. He hadn't won the last fight and had been holding his breath, feeling he hadn't been prepared. This time, on the ring, he wanted to get his revenge fair and square!

Soguli was also keeping an eye on Zhou Wei. He actually hoped to run into this guy—with Zhou Wei's skills, winning would give him a chance to advance a rank.

Wu Sheng glanced at the screen, but his mind was on Xu Fei.

He had taken Tavin's words to heart—on the ring, fists and feet have no eyes. If he could cripple Xu Fei in the ring, things would be much easier later. He was only one step away from the seventh level of Body Tempering; once he broke through, he wouldn't have to fear Xu Wenbo. Then, by crippling Xu Fei, Xu Wenbo's carefully groomed younger brother, the Xu family would be free of threat.

With everyone preoccupied with their own thoughts, the matching results came out.

Zhou Wei was not found in Suoguli.

Wu Sheng also did not meet Xu Fei.

But Wu Sheng's opponent is Zhou Wei.

On the big screen, Wu Sheng and Zhou Wei's names were listed side by side.

Wu Sheng's gaze swept across the crowd and landed on the short man with curly blond hair.

Zhou Wei also saw the result and immediately struck his signature pose—neck stretched forward, head held high, eyes rolled upward, looking arrogant and domineering.

Wu Sheng looked at him with a calm gaze, as if he were looking at a stray dog.

He really didn't understand. This guy's punching power was weak, and his fighting skills were also weak. So where did he get the confidence to be so arrogant?

Zhou Wei turned to Xu Fei and said, "Fei, I got matched with this trash from the outer city! Don't worry, I'll teach him a lesson once we're in the arena!"

Xu Fei chuckled sinisterly, "It would be best to cripple him, keep him bedridden for days, and disrupt his training!"

"Don't worry, leave it to me!" Zhou Wei patted his chest confidently.

On the other side, Suoguli looked at Wu Sheng with a hint of envy in his eyes: "Brother Wu Sheng, you're quite lucky to have run into that short, curly-haired guy."

Wu Sheng smiled faintly: "It's pretty good. Those guys are all from the same circle. When I beat up one of them, it's like slapping the face of the whole group."

Soguli smiled too. He knew that since Wu Sheng could serve as a sparring partner in the advanced training ground, then with Wu Sheng's strength, dealing with someone like Zhou Wei would be a piece of cake.

"I was matched with someone I didn't know, ranked twenty-fourth," Soguli said of his opponent. "Our punching power is about the same, I think we can fight."

At this moment, Zhao Dele came over with a bitter face: "I'm the really unlucky one—look who I was matched with?"

On the big screen, his name was prominently displayed alongside that of Ellis, who came in first place.

"Well, I've hit a brick wall." Zhao Dele was quite philosophical about it. "Anyway, I never expected to make it into the top eight. I'll be content if I can get into the top thirty-two and get some exotic beast meat. I know my own fighting skills; I'll just be going through the motions."

Soon, the arena battle officially began.

There are four arenas in the training ground, and the thirty-two people will take turns to compete. Wu Sheng and his group are at the back, which will allow them to observe the matches before them and gain some experience.

The first four groups of contestants stepped onto the stage.

Wu Sheng and his two companions had assumed that the group would exchange a few pleasantries or test the waters before taking action. However, to their surprise—at Tawen's command, the eight men immediately clashed in a fierce battle!

There was no probing, no hesitation, every move was ruthless and merciless!

The way he acted, it was as if he wanted to cripple his opponent on the spot!

Wu Sheng and the others felt a chill run down their spines.

Zhao Dele sighed in a low voice, "The competition in the inner city is much fiercer than I imagined... These people usually seem very friendly, but when it comes to interests, they are much more ruthless and vicious than the people in the outer city."

The battles ended quickly. In no time, the winners and losers of the first four groups were decided. The winners advanced to the round of 16, while the losers were eliminated.

Then came the second batch, the third batch...

Soon it was Xu Fei's turn.

His opponent was a student ranked eighteenth. The two stepped onto the ring and started fighting without saying a word.

After a fierce battle, Xu Fei was bruised and battered, looking utterly disheveled, but he ultimately won.

He stood on the ring, looking smugly at Wu Sheng, his provocation undisguised.

Wu Sheng merely glanced at him indifferently before looking away—his bruised and swollen face was hardly interesting.

Next is the Sogoli.

His opponent was a stocky guy who looked tough to deal with.

As soon as the match began, the man grinned—in his eyes, the Suoguli from the outer city were utterly insignificant. He strode forward, ready to finish the fight in a few moves.

But once they started fighting, he realized he was wrong.

Soguli hadn't formally studied martial arts, but he had been fighting since he was a child and had a wealth of practical experience! Their fists went back and forth, and the other man's advantage was quickly neutralized.

What surprised the man even more was that Soguli was completely impervious to pain when he fought. In order to conserve his energy for the later matches, Soguli directly used the most ruthless fighting style—trading injury for injury!

After several rounds of head-on clashes, the man couldn't hold on any longer.

Soguli won.

Then there's Zhao Dele.

He stood on the ring, facing Ellis.

To be honest, he was quite insecure—one was ranked 32nd, the other 1st; the difference was obvious. Moreover, his fighting skills were indeed mediocre.

He could have simply abstained. But after thinking about it, he decided to spar with Ellis.

If it's only a few moves, then his tournament will be too boring.

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