Those who reincarnate must die.

Zhang Lang never expected to see Young Master Yun again. However, he didn't really care. He was number nine, and Young Master Yun was number one; even if they were to meet, they'd have to go through three rounds of questioning first, and who knew what might happen?

Next, Shen Qianqian announced the competition rules... Simply put, the so-called rules were that there were no rules!

Any kind of unusual weapon, hidden weapon, bow and arrow—anything is permissible. It seems this world doesn't care much about fairness or honor; as long as victory is achieved, any means are acceptable. Moreover, those who step onto the stage have all signed a death warrant; injuries or even death are simply due to their own lack of skill, and they can't blame anyone else!

However, there is only one rule: once one side concedes defeat or falls off the stage, the battle is considered over, and no further pursuit is allowed! After all, the original intention was not to determine life or death. Although the fight is fought in the blink of an eye and it is difficult to hold back, once the battle is over, there is no need to push for the kill.

After explaining the rules, Grandpa Shen and Shen Qianqian stepped down from the stage and sat in the stands to wait for the match.

The first to take the stage were naturally number one and number two. Young Master Yun stayed on the stage, and the one who caught number two was a martial artist wielding a long spear. The two exchanged moves on the stage, and the winner was decided in just two rounds!

Young Master Yun's sword tip was pressed against the spear-wielding man's throat, less than an inch away. The man swallowed hard, his Adam's apple almost scraping against the sword's edge.

"I give up!"

"Bravo!!!" The audience applauded and cheered, and Old Master Shen in the stands nodded in approval: "One Sword Without Shadow, this Third Young Master Yun is indeed formidable. Born into a prestigious family, with impeccable character and appearance, I think he's a favorite to win the championship!"

As he spoke, he glanced at his beloved daughter sitting to the side.

To everyone's surprise, Miss Shen seemed uninterested: "No matter how fast the sword is, someone still snatched the invitation, didn't they?"

"Eh..." Old Master Shen waved his hand: "Qianqian, I've had someone investigate this matter. It was that thief who suddenly attacked, fearless of death. Young Master Shen couldn't bring himself to kill him, which is why he was attacked..."

"Would someone who roams the martial world have such womanly compassion?" Shen Qianqian sneered. "Besides, isn't the thief who stole his invitation down here too...?"

"Young Master Yun didn't mention that..."

"Of course he'd be too embarrassed to mention it!" Shen Qianqian laughed. "I'm rather curious, what does that guy who managed to steal his invitation look like..."

"I think he might not have come to participate!" Old Master Shen shook his head. "Many onlookers saw that during the struggle, that man's arm was pierced through by Young Master Shen's sword. I specifically asked people to pay attention, and none of the participants today had injured arms. He probably snatched the invitation and gave it to someone else! And even if he did come, with such a serious injury, he probably wouldn't be able to win!"

"Then I'm even more looking forward to it..." Miss Shen smiled slightly, her gaze sweeping over the contestants below the stage: "To fight on even with an arm pierced—such courage is what makes a man!"

Martial arts duels that often last three days and three nights, or involve three hundred rounds of combat, are merely scenes from historical novels and stories. In a true life-or-death battle, victory or defeat is decided in an instant; the difference in skill is determined the moment weapons clash. A duel can be decided in as few as three or four moves, or at most, in the time it takes for an incense stick to burn…

The first four matches were quickly completed, and it was Zhang Lang's turn to play.

His opponent was a man with short hair and an earring that looked out of place in this era. It was safe to assume that he was a reincarnator!

"How lucky!" Zhang Lang thought to himself with a cold laugh...

His opponent, clearly unaware that he was not a native of this world, stood casually on the arena, a long sword in his hand, looking at his opponent.

He's tall and strong, so he must be a power-type fighter. But unfortunately, he's just a bunch of bumpkins who've only ever seen cold weapons. They can't hurt me at all!

Zhang Lang was also watching him, carefully observing his physique and gait, looking for weaknesses!

At the command of the referee's servant, both men got into position.

The man with the earring bent slightly, his left hand gripping the scabbard and his right hand loosely grasping the hilt, preparing to draw his sword. Zhang Lang, meanwhile, drew his bow and shot an arrow at him!

While injuring someone with a flying arrow isn't against the rules, it's still not as respectable as close combat. As Zhang Lang drew his bow, boos erupted from the stands.

On the other hand, the man with the earring did not dodge or avoid the incoming arrows, but instead drew his knife!

With a clang, a flash of light appeared on the blade, the arrow fell to the ground, and he sheathed his sword...

"good!!"

"A master!!"

"sharp!!"

The audience erupted in cheers. To be able to deflect a flying arrow with a drawn sword—what incredible reaction and precision! It truly left the onlookers in awe!

But Zhang Lang frowned.

As his opponent, he clearly saw that, in that instant, the arrow wasn't actually knocked to the ground by him! The sword swing was just a gimmick!

"Golden Bell Shield?" In the stands, Shen Qianqian frowned and tilted her head to look at her father.

Grandpa Shen nodded: "Indeed, he didn't hit the arrow at all; it struck him and bounced off! But in the blink of an eye, ordinary people can't see clearly, but those on the scene could see what happened..." As he spoke, Grandpa Shen's gaze swept over the contestants below the stage: "There were probably only a dozen or so!"

"Even if it didn't hit, this Golden Bell Shield skill is still incredibly powerful!" Shen Qianqian frowned and said, "I've heard that the Golden Bell Shield of the Great Hero of Hexi is unparalleled in the martial arts world, which means it's only at the level of leaving white marks when cut with a knife and white dots when pierced with a spear. This skill, which seems to bounce off a steel plate, is something I've never seen before!"

"This shows that there are many hidden talents among those who came this time!" Old Master Shen nodded with a smile: "Let's continue!"

Missing his target with his first arrow, Zhang Lang slung the bow and arrows behind his back and drew his short sword!

He knew that the effect he had just experienced was not some kind of golden bell shield or other martial arts technique, but rather one of the common defensive methods used by reincarnators: an energy shield!

This is much better than the speed-limiting shield like the one from the last world, Gat. It has no speed limit, can defend against both melee and firearms, and doesn't affect non-aggressive contact. It's smart and convenient! The only drawback is that its damage absorption limit is usually lower than that of speed-limiting shields of the same level.

Zhang Lang had dealt with a large number of reincarnators, and this wasn't the first time he had encountered this thing! He brandished his short knife and charged directly at the earring-wearing man, his movements wide and powerful, his momentum unstoppable, as if he hadn't considered dodging or counterattacks at all!

The man with the earring narrowed his eyes. Seeing his opponent enter his attack range, he suddenly drew his sword, his momentum suggesting he would cut Zhang Lang in two!

But with a loud clang, the man with the earring's long knife struck the short knife in Zhang Lang's left hand!

Zhang Lang brought two swords with him this time. The sword in his right hand is longer and is good for offense, while the sword in his left hand is shorter and is used more for parrying!

With this sweeping motion, Zhang Lang secretly drew his left-hand knife, gripped it vertically at his waist, and blocked the earring man's attack. At the same time, his right-hand knife slashed down diagonally, and with a clang, a ripple appeared at the earring man's neck!

The energy shield blocked the impact, but the immense force still forced the man with the earring to stagger back several steps!

Zhang Lang glanced at the left-hand knife that had been slashed by the man with the earring. A large nick appeared on the blade, while the long knife in the other man's hand was perfectly intact!

Your weapon is of excellent quality, but your strength is inferior to mine. You mainly rely on your shield and your treasured sword to fight! It's certainly enough to deal with ordinary melee fighters, but it's still a bit lacking if you want to defeat me!

Then look at the man with the earring. He had just regained his footing when he attacked again with his knife! This time, he didn't draw his knife. Instead, he swung it with both hands, using the momentum of his charge to slash straight at Zhang Lang's head!

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