Surviving in the chaos of battle, I'm grinding for proficiency.

The next day.

The vast training ground center appeared much emptier.

The stands around the stadium were packed with people.

Ninety-nine percent of the Mingjin candidates have left, leaving only a few overconfident individuals who want to fight beyond their level.

As for the disciples of the Dark Force realm, after yesterday's first round, many of them realized they had no hope of passing the exam and chose to withdraw.

After all, there were no "rules" in the second round of the arena battles, and there were even cases of people dying.

There's no need to take the risk if you don't have the opportunity to participate in the China Science and Technology Innovation Board (CAS).

However, not everyone thinks this way. Many people still cherish this opportunity and want to use it to improve their practical experience.

Moreover, if you're lucky enough to encounter weak opponents in several rounds in a row, you might actually be able to achieve some success.

Some people have also complained about the unfairness of the competition system and hoped that it would be adjusted.

But the response was that "luck" was also part of the assessment.

Many people speculate that the Central Dragon Court wants to select someone who can bless the "national fortune".

However, without a definite reply, it remains just speculation.

As the sun gradually rose higher, many minor officials dressed in their robes came out carrying wooden buckets.

The wooden barrel was entirely black, with no gaps allowing any light to pass through.

When you shake it, you can hear it clanging inside.

This is how the second round of the competition will be conducted: by drawing lots!

The examiner stood up and said in a loud voice:

"All candidates, step forward according to your positions and draw a bamboo slip. The bamboo slip has a number on it, and those with the same number will be your opponents."

Li Chuan's turn was in the middle, and by the time he went up, most of the bamboo skewers had already been touched.

He reached inside and found that all the bamboo sticks felt exactly the same to the touch, eliminating any possibility of cheating.

Li Chuan simply picked out a card at random.

Looking down, I saw the two big characters "Seventeen" written on it.

"I really don't know how these sticks are made. They're all different, but they feel exactly the same to the touch..." Li Chuan hid the bamboo sticks in his pocket and quickly stepped off the stage.

Suddenly, he frowned.

He sensed that a man in a blue outfit was subtly watching him.

It seems they wanted to find out which lot he had drawn.

The man in the tight-fitting clothes thought he was being discreet, but to Li Chuan, who had extensive experience being followed, it seemed rather ridiculous.

However, this is precisely what puzzled him.

In his memory, he didn't know this person at all!

Li Chuan shook his head and stopped thinking about it.

There are plenty of strange people.

After everyone had drawn lots, the examiner called out their names one by one in order:

"Number one, step into the ring!"

Li Chuan looked closely and saw that the first draw was for Luo Zheng.

He was lucky; his opponent was an unknown, ordinary internal strength practitioner.

Luo Zheng won it over without much effort.

As he came down, Luo Zheng greeted Li Chuan with a beaming smile:

"Ah Chuan, it seems this year is going to be our most promising year again!"

Li Chuan congratulated him with a smile.

Not long after, Jiang Ting took the stage.

Her opponent was a seasoned master of internal strength, who had lifted an 800-pound stone block in the first round.

Jiang Ting pursed her lips, knowing full well that she didn't have much of a chance of winning.

After exchanging a few casual moves, he casually retreated off the stage.

"Jiang Ting lost with draw number eight!"

As the examiner announced the results, the disciples of Songfeng Martial Arts School felt somewhat heavy-hearted.

Jiang Ting, whose strength was considered average in the inner courtyard, was defeated in the very first match.

This is not a good sign.

Then, two more disciples from Songfeng Martial Arts School, specializing in internal energy cultivation, were defeated.

In just the first match, three disciples were killed!

Only six people remain on the field.

The fourth one was Li Chuan, and everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After Li Chuan slowly walked onto the arena, he discovered that his opponent was a female disciple.

The waves looked surging and the scene was quite impressive!

However, upon realizing that her opponent was Li Chuan, the female disciple turned pale.

She can only lift 500 jin of stone, yet she's expected to fight someone who can lift 1000 jin of stone?

The female disciple smiled bitterly, knowing full well that she had conceded defeat.

Wu Yanshu, who had been watching Li Chuan closely from the audience, slapped his thigh hard.

He had hoped to take this opportunity to see how well Li Chuan performed in actual combat, but he never expected it to turn out like this!

The next person after Li Chuan is Qin Feng.

Once on stage, he appeared arrogant and his actions were ruthless and vicious.

He crippled his opponent's arm with just three punches.

The ruthlessness of it left many people speechless.

Liang Xingzhou sighed.

If Qin Feng doesn't change his temperament, he'll suffer a great loss sooner or later.

Soon, the first round of matches came to an end.

Songfeng Martial Arts School was left with only Luo Zheng, Li Chuan, Qin Feng, and Lin Zhe.

Liang Xingzhou immediately lost his composure.

In just the first match, their martial arts school lost more than half of its disciples.

If it weren't for Li Chuan and Qin Feng holding things together, they would have lost all face long ago!

The martial arts competition proceeded very quickly, leaving everyone little time to rest.

In the blink of an eye, the draw for the second arena battle began.

After drawing his lot, Qin Feng looked down at it and then walked up to Li Chuan:

"Junior Brother Li, what's your number?"

Li Chuan glanced at him:

"Thirteen."

Qin Feng's expression was priceless; first came surprise, then turned to ecstasy.

He apologized to Wu Yanshu:

"Brother Wu, I'm sorry, you no longer have a chance!"

Wu Yanshu's expression was unpleasant, but he still forced a smile and said:

"Brother Qin, the solution is the same."

Qin Feng hummed a little tune, looking quite content.

Li Chuan beat him in the first round, which had already made him very unhappy.

Although everyone knows that he is the stronger one of the two.

But it's still not satisfying enough!

Now you have the chance to personally eliminate Li Chuan and prove that you are the only hope for Songfeng Martial Arts School!

Is there anything more joyful in the world than this?

Suddenly, Qin Feng found the long arena battle no longer boring.

"Number 13, come to the stage!"

When the examiner announced the results, Qin Feng's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he jumped onto the stage in a flash.

His expression was disdainful and confident:

"Why aren't you getting on stage to die? I've long been disgusted by your pretentious expression. If I don't cripple you this time, I'm not a Qin!"

To his surprise, the expressions of the crowd below the stage froze, instantly turning to stone.

"Has Qin Feng lost his mind? How dare he be so arrogant towards Zhang Chengfeng?"

"Senior Brother Zhang is undoubtedly the number one in this martial arts competition. Qin Feng can only lift a stone block weighing nine hundred catties. He's not even qualified to carry Senior Brother Zhang's shoes!"

A stern-looking man dressed in black slowly walked onto the stage:

"You mean you're going to cripple me?"

The man in black was none other than Zhang Chengfeng, the only one who could lift a 1,200-pound stone block!

Qin Feng's smile vanished instantly, and he stared intently at Li Chuan below the stage.

Li Chuan actually lied to him!

He wasn't number 13 at all; number 13 belonged to Zhang Chengfeng of Tianyi Martial Arts School!

The number one in the Dark Force category this year!

Zhang Chengfeng took off his black clothes, revealing muscles that exuded explosive power.

He cracked his neck and said coldly:

"It's been a long time since anyone dared to speak to me like that."

Qin Feng forced a fawning smile:

"Senior Brother Zhang, this is a misunderstanding."

Zhang Chengfeng sneered:

I think you've misunderstood.

Before he finished speaking, he shot forward like an arrow, instantly appearing in front of Qin Feng.

"Bang!"

With one punch, everyone heard a cracking sound, as if something had split open!

"ah!!!"

Qin Feng clutched his right arm and howled in pain.

To everyone's horror, his right arm was severed at a bizarre angle.

If it weren't for the skin and flesh sticking together, it probably would have been thrown out long ago!

Zhang Chengfeng glanced at him indifferently:

"If there's a next time, I'll take your head off."

Pain mixed with humiliation suddenly welled up in my heart.

Qin Feng gritted his teeth, and a tear rolled down his cheek.

"I hate it!"