Chapter 447 Rule

Compared to the mysterious rules of the first round, the rules of the second round were much simpler. Of course, they were also much crueler.

Since it was a competition between swordsmen, there was naturally no way to bypass the competition.

The second round of the tournament was naturally about this. As for the three raised platforms, there was no need to say anything else. They were the arenas used for the tournament.

It was worth mentioning that although it was a martial arts competition, the rules given by the Sword Handling Pavilion were extremely interesting.

First of all, four hours had passed since the first round of the trial, When the time comes, it will be dark, Logically speaking, after the first round of trials, No matter what, these participants had to be given a day or two to recover to their best condition. After all, not everyone had passed the trials as effortlessly as Xu Han. Most of them were burned to the ground by the illusions. Passing the first round of the trials had consumed a great deal of energy.

However, the Sword Handling Pavilion did not seem to have the slightest intention of giving everyone a rest, and directly announced the start of the second round of the competition.

At the same time, this competition was related to their own futures. Everyone would definitely go all out, so as long as the difference in strength wasn't too great, there would be a situation where a fierce battle would take place for a long time. Often, when the outcome of a battle was decided, both sides would be exhausted and unable to fight again. In the past, when the swordsmen competed in this round, the schedule would be longer. In the middle, the competitors would be given a day or two to rest, but this time, the rules had changed.

For example, Xu Han's Copper Deacon had been selected for the first round of the trial, leaving less than 400 people behind. At the same time, the arena that belonged to the Copper Battle Master was also transformed into eighty-one square meters square by ten copper wires, including the sidelines.

Only two contestants could stand in each square. Four hundred Bronze Enforcers needed fifteen minutes to snatch and defend their own area. Fifteen minutes later, whoever stood on less than two of these squares could advance to the next round. The final two matches would be held. The winner was the final winner of the Swordsman Competition.

This rule seemed to have a lot of drawbacks. After all, there were no lack of disciples from various sects participating in this competition. It was inevitable that people from the same sect would form an alliance and occupy an area. This would naturally be unfair to some Jianghu Rangers who had no sect or sect to come here alone.

The Sword Handling Pavilion also thought of this point. Therefore, in addition to this, there was another rule. The two people standing at the end of the area were each other's opponents. If there was only one person standing, they could directly pass the trial and become sword handlers.

Although this rule was only a few dozen words, it instantly complicated the seemingly simple competition.

First of all, in order to ensure that the different sects would fight each other, their solidarity with each other would be greatly reduced. Apart from a very small number of people who were determined to ensure that the sect had one or two people who could enter the Sword Handling Pavilion, most of them had come to this point because they wanted to fight for themselves in the end. At the same time, you need to measure whether the person you are with is his opponent in the upcoming duel. All these games were light and exquisite, but in reality, they fell on different people, and there were different considerations.

But no matter what, under Nangong Jing's orders, everyone arrived in front of the arena that belonged to their respective identities. Compared to Copper Executives, Silver Executives and Gold Executives had far fewer domains. Thirty-six of the former and sixteen of the latter. This did not mean that their competition was not as fierce as Copper Clan's. On the contrary, because of their cultivation, they understood the importance of the Demon Suppressing Tower better. Therefore, this kind of competition would only intensify, and it would not be any easier than Copper Clan's competition.

Of course, all of this had nothing to do with Xu Han. He and Fang Ziyu walked to the arena and followed Nangong Jing's orders, causing everyone to move.

There were eighty-one empty seats, each with two people. However, there were a total of four hundred Copper Deacons. This meant that more than half of them would be eliminated in this round. Therefore, after Nangong Jing gave the order, everyone opened fire and quickly went to the arena.

It was only a quarter of an hour. If there were more than two people in his area, they would all be eliminated. Therefore, no matter which side of the three, a fierce battle broke out at the beginning. All kinds of True Essence surged, and all kinds of True Spirits surged. Killing cries and wailing sounds could be heard endlessly.

However, in such a fierce battle, Xu Han was like an outsider standing with Fang Ziyu in a prescription at the edge of the arena. Everyone in the center of the arena was bloodshot for their respective seats, while Xu Han and Fang Ziyu were no match for each other.

This caused the two of them to be slightly stunned after finishing a bitter battle, but they quickly reacted.

After all, Xu Han was a dark horse that defeated Li Dingxian. Although his cultivation wasn't unusual, his combat strength was extremely terrifying. Especially after the Dragon Gate Society had spread false rumors. After such a rumor was almost processed, it had almost demonized Xu Han.

No one was willing to live in the same area as him. After all, even if they managed to survive until the end, the next two duels would still be no match for Xu Han. What was the point of such a fight?

Hence, the calm and tranquil situation where Xu Han and Fang Ziyu were standing showed that these people who participated in the swordsman competition were all smart people.

Also in this situation was a small monk not far away. Compared to Xu Han, his fame could be said to be even greater. He stood alone in the square, and none of them were willing to be with him.

"Looks like your reputation here is even worse than in Linglong Pavilion." Fang Ziyu, who had witnessed this situation, shrugged helplessly at Xu Han. With that said, the girl's true essence was about to be washed away. After all, she was unwilling to fight Xu Han in the last round. It was hard to say if she could win or not, but with their relationship, they both possessed the strength to attack the swordsman. Naturally, they were unwilling to concentrate on internal battles. "You can stay here. This miss is going to meet them."

Eldest Miss Fang patted Xu Han on the shoulder with the appearance of a big sister and was about to step out, but at that moment, Xu Han reached out to stop him.

"What's wrong?" Fang Ziyu looked at Xu Han doubtfully and asked with a surprised expression, "Xu, do you really want to fight me?"

Facing Fang Ziyu's questioning, Xu Han shook his head and smiled, "Stay here."

"Let me tell you, this scholar should treat each other differently for three days. This young miss is very powerful now. Don't seek your own death." Fang Ziyu narrowed his eyes and said this. It seemed that her cultivation had progressed at a rapid pace. Even at this moment, she was still joking with Xu Han very easily.

However, Xu Han did not have the mood to joke with her. At that moment, the youth's expression suddenly sank as he turned to look at the arena not far away that belonged to the Golden Deacon.

His eyes narrowed, and a cold light suddenly appeared between his long and narrow eyes.

"Don't worry, your opponent won't be me," he said.

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