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When the first light of dawn illuminated the southern sky, the desolate scene slowly added a few more strands of vitality.

The lively group from yesterday was no longer present, and only Lin Baobao accompanied him to the Wulin New Excellence Assembly's grounds.

In the midst of silence, after showing the bill from yesterday, Lin Baobao accompanied Mu Tu into the competition grounds. The spectators were already packed to the brim with people, with the noise of the people rushing to the clouds, it was finally the third day of the Wulin New Excellence Assembly's competition.

Mu Tu slowly raised his head, his scarlet eyes sweeping across Hua Zhishui as he nodded his head slightly. It seemed that this person was a formidable opponent.

Hua Zhishui looked at Mu Tu's eyes and was slightly stunned. After a long while, he faintly spoke, "We suspect that this Fawcett is someone from the Lv Village."

"The Lv Village that has nothing to do with the Thief Sect!" Mu Tu laughed bitterly and shook his head, then turned his gaze towards the stage. At this time, a Spirit Dao cultivator was already standing there, with his outstanding eyesight, Mu Tu could clearly see the bitterness on the young Spirit Dao cultivator's face.

"Before the person even arrived, he already made the opponent feel fear, this Fawcett!" Mu Tu muttered in his heart, and his pupils who were staring at the stage suddenly shrank. On the opposite side of the little cultivator, where the area was originally empty, a blood-red figure descended from the sky like a ghost. It appeared extremely suddenly in front of everyone.

"What a terrifying Qing Gong. This person is very strong!" Mu Tu stared intently at the blood red figure, a serious look flashing across his bloodshot eyes.

The originally noisy viewing gallery suddenly became quiet the moment the blood-colored human figure appeared. A blood-colored killing intent slowly spread out from the arena and covered the entire arena.

Although the sun was high in the sky at this moment, the people with low martial power still felt chills all over their bodies.

"This guy probably killed more than a thousand people. His bloody aura is almost at the level of the official part's four killers." Staring at the blood red figure on the stage, Hua Zhishui frowned and said softly.

"No escape?" Yuan Shikai's originally cold face darkened slightly when he saw the blood-colored figure. Those who dared to touch the Sword Tomb must be killed.

"What a dense killing intent. Ai, this body is fatal, Amitabha." Shaolin held his hands together as he began to silently recite the Heart Sutra.

"It's such a pity. If we kill them like this, we'll soon enter the path of slaughter." The Martial Saint, the leader of the Wudang Sect, Zhang Si Man, muttered to himself for a moment before slowly speaking.

On the stage, following the appearance of the blood-colored figure of Fawcett, the judge waited for a while before shouting out the slogan for the competition to begin.

Just as the judge's voice fell, Lang Qing from the Green City Sect anxiously retreated more than 10 steps. Circulating his inner force, he held onto the green steel sword tightly, his eyes staring straight at Fawcett who was standing there without moving, he did not even dare blink.

As for the participants and spectators below the stage, when they saw his actions, they did not laugh at them. Yesterday, Fawcett had beaten the Sword Tomb's Yuan Shiping to death with his fists, to the point where the judge did not even have time to react.

The blood cloth slightly moved, a pair of blood eyes filled with killing intent, just like a bloodthirsty tiger in the forest, and just this pair of eyes that did not contain much emotion made Lang Qing's scalp go numb, the center of his palm was full of cold sweat.

"Are you not going to forfeit?" Under the bloody shirt, a somewhat young and tender voice, mixed with some hoarseness, slowly sounded.

Hearing that, Lang Qing's face became slightly ugly, he gritted his teeth, looked at the green sheep Dao leader McGou who was on stage, and forced himself to say: "Just do it, I want to see, just how strong are you!"

Finished speaking, Lang Qing was afraid that if this continued, sooner or later, he would lose the courage to fight in front of everyone. He raised the green steel sword in his hand and shot towards Fawcett, the sword blade resonating slightly, directly ripping the air apart.

Facing Lang Qing's sword technique, Fawcett did not move at all. However, just as his body was about to be blocked, his body suddenly swayed, and immediately slid towards the green steel sword.

After his attack missed, Lang Qing's pupils shrank. With the green steel sword in hand, he sliced towards Fawcett.

"Ding!" Just as the green steel sword's blade was about to touch the Fawcett, a blood-red short blade was suddenly pulled out from the Fawcett's waist, easily blocking the blade. The blade and sword clashed, the short blade casually waved, and the force behind it cut off the green steel sword in Lang Qing's hand, causing the latter to fall to the side due to inertia.

The weapon was sliced off in a single exchange, even Mu Tu who was in the waiting area was surprised. Without the aid of the sharp blade, he broke it with pure force.

With his green steel sword broken, a flash of shock appeared on Lang Qing's face as he slid along the ground. However, after sliding just a few steps, he suddenly felt a cold sword qi behind his back. Before he could react, a red scimitar was placed on his neck. The sharp light that came from the edge of the blade made Lang Qing's body stiffen in an instant.

It had only been two rounds, yet Lang Qing from the Green City Sect had already lost. This outcome caused an uproar throughout the entire stage. Although he did not hold much hope for Lang Qing, but he did not expect that in just two rounds, he would have his neck stabbed.

"What a fast speed, extremely precise eyes and judgement!" Looking at Fawcett on the stage with his short blade, Mu Tu's face became serious.