Chapter 1192

Kong Hang, standing side by side with Luo Yuqi behind Gan Xiucheng, saw that it was only one step away from success, and was eager to look at Gan Xiucheng's back and ask.

Just as Gan Xiucheng nodded his head to promise to understand the scuffle.

"Boom!!!" a loud noise attracted the attention of the three people at the same time.

When the smoke dispersed, a young man in black robes slowly appeared in front of everyone.

Gan Xiucheng saw the man's face and found that he was a martial artist he had been secretly paying attention to before.

The young man in black looked down at the martial artist who was knocked down by himself and failed to hold up his body three times in succession.

He squatted down and looked at the martial artist on the ground and asked, "why, are you not ready to give up?!"

The martial artist lying on the ground was also tough. The loser didn't lose the array. He snorted coldly: "I... i... don't... take it!"

"Good!!! Kind!!!"

The young man in black robe stood up slowly, his right leg slightly backward and took a half step. After accumulating strength, he took another leg towards the martial artist who collapsed on the ground.

The warrior who had no power to parry was severely kicked in the abdomen. The whole man slid on the ground for more than ten feet before he stopped.

The injury caused by the black robed youth was even worse. His head was powerless on the ground and gasped heavily.

"Cough... Cough... Cough..."

The martial artist who suffered heavy trauma in the abdomen once again, his blood surged up and coughed up a mouthful of blood directly. It seemed that some visceral fragments could be vaguely seen in the blood foam.

The young man in black robe walked calmly and continued to walk towards the martial artist who fell to the ground.

Some Gan Xiucheng, who couldn't stand it, flashed in front of the martial artist on the ground.

Kong Hang and Luo Yuqi moved when they saw Gan Xiucheng. After that, they also came to the warrior.

Coldly glanced at the black robed young man who seemed to have not paid attention to himself at all.

Gan Xiucheng squatted down, looked at the martial artist who had fallen to the ground with more air and less air, and asked softly:

"How's it going?!"

The warrior who had no strength to speak shook his head at Gan Xiucheng.

Just as Gan Xiucheng squatted down to check the injury of the martial artist on the ground, the young man in black had come a few steps away from Gan Xiucheng.

The young man in black looked at the martial artist who fell to the ground through Kong Hang and Luo Yuqi in front of him, and said with disdain:

"Garbage is garbage. Being brave can't change the fact that you are garbage. If you don't have the strength, you have to ask for trouble. Can you help him for a while and for a lifetime?!"

Gan Xiucheng didn't say much about the mockery of the black robed youth.

Although the words of the young man in black are not pleasant to hear, it is true.

If you don't have enough strength, no matter how strong you are, it's just delaying time. It doesn't make any sense.

Just as the young man in Black said, he can help him out now. Can he always help him deal with trouble in the future?!

Obviously impossible.

Finally, Gan Xiucheng decided to crush the life-saving token for the seriously wounded warrior on the ground to avoid suffering from useless flesh and skin.

After groping for the trait token from the warrior, Gan Xiucheng looked at the man.

Probably the warrior also heard the words of the young man in black robe, and looked at the top with dull eyes.

He smiled gratefully at Gan Xiucheng and nodded slowly.

Gan Xiucheng, who was instructed by the martial artist, sighed and increased his strength. The token broke.

The warrior who was originally lying at the foot of Gan Xiucheng was also successfully transferred to the stand.

So far.

Finally, there were only ten martial artists left in the circular square.

The old man's long lost voice sounded again.

"Since there are only ten people left on the field, congratulations. Next, each of you will have the opportunity to challenge ten promotion candidates twice. If you succeed in defeating the other party, you will replace the other party's quota. If you fail twice, you will have no chance of this martial arts games."

As soon as the voice fell, it suddenly rose on the messy circular square.

"Boom!"

A deafening sound came, and a "challenge arena" with a radius of 100 feet rose out of thin air on the flat square.

Ten people left in the square found something wrong and hurried aside.

The "challenge arena" rose slowly and didn't stop until it was as high as people's eyebrows.

"As for the rules of this link..."

After a pause, the old man said slowly:

"That is, there are no rules. You can challenge any of the ten people sitting in the grandstand, no matter what means you use, martial arts or magic. As long as you can shoot the other party down from the challenge arena, it will be regarded as success. Those who are confident in their own strength can now take the stage."

When all the people present heard the old Han's sign that they could start, you look at me and I look at you. I can't believe it.

You know, the last ten people around the challenge arena have just experienced a scuffle of hundreds of people.

Both mental and physical conditions are not very optimistic. It is obviously unfair to the ten people in the square to directly carry out the next challenge and not even give a space for rest.

"Isn't it?! this is just the end of a scuffle. Do you want to compete again?!"

"Alas! It seems that my ability will be eliminated sooner or later..."

"It's not fair! Those people have been sitting and watching the war for a long time. They know more or less about the ten people on the stage. Now let them accept the challenge. It's strange that someone can win."

"Yes! If you want to challenge, you should make full preparations before you start. Such a hurry will inevitably be unfair!"

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Before the ten martial artists left in the square were unwilling, these spectators on the stand argued one after another, as if they were being treated unfairly.

In contrast, the ten people standing next to the challenge arena, after knowing the next rules from old Han, were only surprised and soon adjusted their mentality.

The whole body was full of fighting spirit. They swept from the ten figures sitting in the stands. Gan Xiucheng and others were only stunned when they heard the news. Fortunately, the three people didn't take part in the battle next, except that they wasted some physical strength when they moved closer to each other, so they didn't care too much about the rules announced by old Han.

The three eyes also scanned the ten people who wanted to sit side by side with Chen Yu, looking for a suitable opponent.