Those who reincarnate must die.

Zhang Lang returned to the area below the arena, watching as the servants and guards cleaned up the corpses in preparation for the next match. He casually reached into his collar, seemingly scratching an itch, and soon pulled out two bloodstained bullets.

This damn gunman is quite accurate. Zhang Lang did manage to dodge the first shot by anticipation, but when he sprinted, with such great momentum, how could he easily dodge the bullets? The dodge was just for show; actually, both shots hit him!

However, thanks to his regenerative abilities, the minor flesh wound healed instantly, and the bullet was squeezed out by the flesh and landed inside his clothes. Because it healed quickly and there was little bleeding, plus his clothes were already dirty, there was no noticeable sign of anything amiss.

"It's only because it's you. Anyone else, hit by two shots, would be seriously injured, if not killed." Xu praised Zhang Lang in his heart: "For these native martial artists, defeating an opponent with a gun is no easy feat!"

"Don't underestimate them!" Zhang Lang thought to himself. "There are experts here too, outstanding individuals with excellent hand-eye coordination, body movement, and footwork. Combined with their internal energy, they should be able to dodge bullets better than me by anticipating their movements! Besides, these are just young people..."

As he spoke, Zhang Lang glanced at Shen Changfeng in the stands and Fang Yu standing to the side: "In the world of martial arts, the older you get, the more cunning you become!"

To make a long story short, aside from the two people Zhang Lang killed last night, there were only fifteen matches in the second round of the qualifying matches today, and it was over in just one morning.

It was the second round after all, and it was much more intense than the first. Because a player had started it yesterday, even more people were using guns today, resulting in more casualties. One of the winners was even seriously injured due to the intense fighting and was unable to participate in the next round...

Therefore, only fourteen people will ultimately advance!

In the afternoon, the competition for the top 14 to top 7 will take place.

The first one to go is still Young Master Yun. As long as he and Zhang Lang both win this round, they can meet in the next round. This guy will then be able to get revenge for the one who stole the invitation!

His opponent was none other than Zhuang Sicheng.

Having witnessed Zhuang Sicheng's previous battles, Young Master Yun was well-prepared. As soon as the match began and Zhuang Sicheng raised his hand, he immediately held his sword horizontally in front of his chest!

Clang! An invisible ripple struck the sword, causing the sturdy blade to tremble violently. Young Master Yun himself was also pushed back two steps...

What powerful palm strikes! To be able to unleash such an attack from a distance, this person is incredibly strong!

Young Master Yun brandished his longsword, ready to retaliate, but found that the enemy had disappeared. Suddenly, a strong gust of wind came from the side. Young Master Yun hurriedly raised his sword to block, but with a clang, he was sent flying to the side!

What immense strength! Young Master Yun pushed off the ground with his back foot, regaining his footing, and thrust out his sword like a dragon to counterattack! But Zhuang Sicheng seemed to have anticipated his attack, dodging in advance and parrying with his short sword. The blade sliced ​​across the spine of the sword, sparking a string of sparks, and aimed straight for Young Master Yun's wrist!

Seeing that the situation was not good, Young Master Yun hurriedly changed his move, sheathed his longsword, and swung the scabbard in his left hand, smashing it towards Zhuang Sicheng's temple!

Zhuang Sicheng anticipated the attack and ducked past the scabbard, but Young Master Yun's longsword twirled and thrust forward, aiming straight at Zhuang Sicheng!

Zhuang Sicheng hurriedly brandished his short sword, deflecting the longsword with a clang, then turned and kicked at Young Master Yun! Young Master Yun simultaneously raised his knee, blocking Zhuang Sicheng's kick, and the two instantly separated, each retreating several meters!

This series of exchanges happened in the blink of an eye, making the audience applaud and cheer, but the other contestants were sweating bullets.

Zhang Lang narrowed his eyes as well.

"I initially thought this bearded guy was just someone with a few skills, but it turns out he's quite formidable!" Xu thought to Zhang Lang. "If you really face him, you're in danger!"

"There's always a way..." Zhuang Sicheng and Young Master Yun clashed again on the stage, and Zhang Lang watched intently, trying to find a weakness.

"I think it's unlikely!" Xu continued to pour cold water on the idea: "That guy obviously has some kind of ability to predict his opponent's movements! With your mediocre skills, you might be able to deal with third-rate people by sheer brute force, but against him, you probably won't even be able to touch him!"

Zhang Lang ignored the empty sarcasm and simply looked carefully and attentively.

Soon, the confrontation between Young Master Yun and Zhuang Sicheng came to a conclusion!

As the fight intensified, Zhuang Sicheng seized the opportunity to unleash his "Heart-Shattering Palm" once more! This time, Young Master Yun was caught off guard and was struck squarely by the palm. His ribs broke instantly, his heart and lungs were injured, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, flying backward... If it weren't for his relatively profound internal strength, this blow would probably have killed him on the spot!

"Pretty tough!" After delivering that blow, Zhuang Sicheng knew the outcome was decided. He snorted coldly, sheathed his sword, and prepared to leave the arena.

"Wait!" Suddenly, Young Master Yun stood up, leaning on his longsword. "I haven't fallen off the field, I haven't admitted defeat, and I haven't lost my life. How dare you turn your back on me?" After saying that, he vomited another mouthful of blood...

"Young Master, let's call it a day!" A shout came from below the stage. It was the little servant who had been with Young Master Yun earlier. He was so worried about his master's safety that he was almost crying. "Let's go back to the Flying Cloud Sect. Let's not fight in this arena!"

"Shut up!" Young Master Yun roared. "When have I, the Third Young Master Yun, ever begged for mercy?"

"Hmm?" Zhuang Sicheng turned around and snorted coldly, "Since you're so stubborn, I'll grant you one request!"

As he spoke, he drew his short knife, strode forward, and instantly rushed in front of Young Master Yun. With a swift movement, he plunged the knife directly into Young Master Yun's throat, the tip of the knife even protruding from the back of his neck!

Young Master Yun froze, then with his last ounce of strength, he reached out to grab Zhuang Sicheng. But his opponent gave him no chance, twisting the hilt of his sword and retreating, leaving Young Master Yun, his eyes glazed over, emptying his hand and collapsing to the ground with a thud, blood gushing out and staining the arena red.

"Sigh..." Shen Changfeng, watching from the stands, sighed, "Young Master Yun, a renowned young talent in the martial arts world, what a pity, what a pity... Yu'er!"

"Yes!" Fang Yu nodded in agreement.

"Collect Young Master Yun's body carefully, and have someone prepare a generous gift to send back to Feiyun Sect along with the body of Young Master Yun. Tell them what happened, express your admiration for Young Master Yun's unwavering fighting spirit, but also express your regret for his demise..."

"Disciple understands!" Fang Yu nodded in acceptance, then hesitated for a moment before asking, "But the Flying Cloud Sect is, after all, a major sect in the martial arts world. For the sect leader's son to die in my Shen family... isn't that...?"

"All the sects of the martial arts world can attest to this!" Shen Changfeng narrowed his eyes. "Remember to remind yourself: whether you offer comfort or sympathy, never show any remorse, and certainly don't apologize!"

"Although Young Master Yun died in the Shen family, it was ultimately not our fault! In a fair arena, swords have no eyes; he was simply outmatched and died on stage. Our Shen family's willingness to provide compensation is a favor. Don't bring trouble upon yourselves!"

"Disciple understands!" Fang Yu accepted the order again, and Shen Changfeng nodded with relief after seeing the look in his eyes.

Shen Qianqian, standing to the side, stroked her chin: "This Zhuang Sicheng is quite interesting... Dad, do you think it's possible to master the Heart-Shattering Palm to his level?"

"Anyway, I've never seen your father!" Shen Changfeng stroked his beard. "But the world is vast and full of wonders. Perhaps this Zhuang Sicheng is exceptionally talented and can truly master this unparalleled skill!" At this point, Shen Changfeng suddenly frowned, staring at Zhuang Sicheng's large beard. "By the way, Yu'er, find out later how old this Zhuang Sicheng really is?"

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