Those who reincarnate must die.

How to fight these three is a real problem!

Normally, one person should receive a bye, while the other two compete to determine a winner, who then plays against the other player. However, this arrangement gives the person who received a bye an advantage.

In the end, to ensure fairness, the decision was made by drawing lots, and fortunately, Zhang Lang received a bye!

"Alright..." After reaching the result, Fang Yu nodded and looked at Xie Yong and Jin Minghui: "Then tomorrow, the two of you will compete to determine the winner, and after resting, you will face Zhang Lang in the final!"

Xie Yong bowed and agreed, but Huang Mao Jin Minghui, standing to the side, let out a series of cold laughs.

"Why wait until tomorrow? The sun hasn't even set yet. Let's settle this today!" He then looked at Xie Yong and Zhang Lang beside him: "Or are you scared?"

"Who are you calling afraid?" Xie Yong sneered, slamming his steel rod on the ground. "If you want to fight, then fight!" With that, he stepped onto the ring!

"Fine!" Jin Minghui sneered and followed, but paused as he passed Zhang Lang, chuckling softly, "I'll deal with him first, then I'll deal with you... Just how tough are you? I really want to give you a good whack!"

Zhang Lang narrowed his eyes: "You're welcome to try!"

"Hahahaha..." Jin Minghui laughed a few times and walked onto the arena!

With the sound of a gong, Jin Minghui moved!

It's the same routine: sprint, draw your sword, and deliver an incredibly swift strike!

But this time, he ran into a snag!

With a clang, the blade was blocked by the opponent's steel rod!

This was the first time he had ever drawn his knife without drawing blood!

It has to be said that out of more than sixty people, only three remained. These last indigenous experts were truly extraordinary!

"Interesting..." Jin Minghui's lips curled into an exaggerated smile as he launched a fierce attack with his long sword! Xie Yong also swung his steel rod, his inner strength formidable, and parried head-on. The clanging sounds of their fighting continued, and sparks flew as the blades clashed against the steel rods. The two were evenly matched!

After fighting for dozens of moves, both sides finally saw an opening in their opponent's defenses!

Jin Minghui slashed open Xie Yong's shoulder with a single stroke, and with a whoosh, a line of blood appeared. Xie Yong's steel rod struck Jin Minghui squarely in the chest! With a thud, the two were separated!

In this exchange of blows, Xie Yong was genuinely injured, and the cut was quite deep! On the other hand, Jin Minghui only used up one opportunity to block, and was not injured at all!

Xie Yong frowned. He should have hit his opponent with that stick. How could his opponent be completely unharmed?

"What's wrong, buddy?" Jin Minghui chuckled coldly. "You can't even take one knife wound?"

Xie Yong snorted coldly, tore a strip of cloth from his clothes, wrapped it around his shoulder several times to stop the bleeding, stretched his arm, and picked up the steel rod: "Again!"

"Good!" Jin Minghui laughed loudly, sheathed his sword again, and charged towards his opponent!

Swish! A flash of blade light appeared; it was still the same sword-drawing technique!

Once again blocked by the steel rod, the two engaged in a fierce battle of offense and defense. In the blink of an eye, they exchanged more than a dozen moves, and it was another instance of trading blows for injury!

Xie Yong had a new wound on his side, while Jin Minghui was completely unharmed!

What's wrong with this guy? I clearly hit him squarely with both of my blows, so why did they have no effect?

Xie Yong was puzzled, but Jin Minghui had already rushed up again!

Another sword draw!

Still, parry!

The fierce battle that followed!

Jin Minghui fought with increasing frenzy, but Xie Yong was increasingly alarmed. This opponent was completely illogical! If they continued to trade blows like this, he would definitely suffer a loss. So this time, he became more cautious in his fighting style and lost the momentum of his open and powerful staff techniques. Faced with Jin Minghui's crazy attacks, he fell into a passive position and even retreated step by step!

Finally, Xie Yong had nowhere to retreat and had no choice but to fight back!

*Thud!* Another wound appeared on his body, while the enemy he struck with his club remained unharmed!

Jin Minghui, who was sent flying backwards by the blow, sheathed his sword in mid-air, did a somersault, touched the ground with his toes, and charged forward again without giving Xie Yong any chance to catch his breath!

It's still the sword-drawing technique!

Xie Yong had no choice but to use his steel rod to fight back again!

But this time, he couldn't hold on!

With a clang, a piece of the steel rod broke off and flew up spinning!

At the same time, Xie Yong's head also took off!

Zhang Lang, sitting in the audience, narrowed his eyes...

Jin Minghui's sword-drawing technique was clearly several times more powerful than a normal slash! Xie Yong's steel rod, also a precious weapon made of fine steel, would at most leave a shallow scratch when hit by Jin Minghui's normal slash, but when it was hit by the sword-drawing technique, it would always be cut with obvious nicks! Such a huge difference could only be explained by skill!

That strike utilized either the weapon's inherent skill, or Jin Minghui's own skill, or perhaps both!

Moreover, all four cuts struck the same spot!

That's why he was able to cut the steel rod in four strokes and kill Xie Yong along with him!

"Do you understand now?" Xu thought to Zhang Lang. "A powerful attack skill, plus at least three blocks—what are your chances of winning?"

"Less than 30%!" Zhang Lang thought to himself, but his legs had already started moving towards the arena.

"You dare to go even if the success rate is less than 30%?" Xu seemed a little flustered.

"Less than 30% right now!" Zhang Lang said. "Every time he strikes me, my chances of winning increase! As long as I survive, I will definitely defeat him!"

As they were talking, Zhang Lang had already stood on the ring, his fists clapping together, ready to face Jin Minghui.

"You've got guts!" Jin Minghui chuckled. "That was just a warm-up; you're the main course!"

As he spoke, he sheathed his sword and was about to charge at Zhang Lang!

But just then, a shout came from below the stage:

"stop!!"

The two turned to look, only to see Old Master Shen standing up: "Both of you are top-notch young talents, so the final should naturally be more grand. There's no need to rush... I see you two are tired, so why don't you rest up tonight and fight again tomorrow morning!"

Jin Minghui narrowed his eyes, and Zhang Lang frowned as well.

"All right!"

The two said in unison.

"Very good!" Old Master Shen stroked his long beard and nodded. "Then please return to your guest rooms to rest. I will have someone send you some food later. Tomorrow morning, we look forward to your exciting duel!"

Both of them left the ring.

"You actually agreed?" Xu asked curiously. "I thought you'd insist a bit longer, and that blond guy over there, he seemed even more eager to fight than you! How come you both agreed to fight tomorrow?"

"Because we can't fight today!" Zhang Lang replied, "If the two of us insist on fighting, Old Master Shen will intervene, and the Shen family disciples will also move in to forcibly separate us... He was releasing killing intent when he stood up!"

"Why is that?" Xu asked curiously.

"I don't know..." Zhang Lang frowned. "Maybe something will happen tonight..."

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