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Just as they were pondering, a clear system notification suddenly rang out above the training ground, reaching the ears of every player and breaking the clamor of the training ground:

The second round of the martial arts competition has officially begun, and opponents have been randomly assigned to all participants.

[Competition Rules: Defeat your opponent to advance. During the second round, death will not be penalized but will be considered a failure, and you will be teleported out of the arena.]

As the notification sound faded, a golden countdown number—10—instantly appeared in front of Wu Feng. Each tick of the number was accompanied by a faint halo, and the surrounding scenery began to distort slightly.

A soft white light enveloped his body, and the next second, he was standing steadily on a fighting platform.

This arena is more than twice the size of the arena used in the initial test, and the wooden surface has been polished smooth and shiny.

The perimeter was surrounded by a waist-high wooden fence, which was also wrapped with red ribbons, making it look particularly formal.

There were no spectators around the ring, only him and his opponent. Clearly, the rematch was still a one-on-one duel.

Players outside the game can only watch the live battles through the official live stream; they cannot attend in person.

On the opposite side, a white light simultaneously appeared, and after the light dissipated...

A young player dressed in a light blue outfit stood there, holding a long sword in his hand.

The scabbard was black with fine engravings, and the hilt was wrapped with dark blue cloth strips, clearly indicating that it was a longsword of considerable quality.

His face was a little pale, his eyes were full of tension and helplessness, and his gaze fell on Wu Feng, his lips twitching involuntarily.

His tone was tinged with flattery and pleading: "Big...big boss, please have mercy! I'm just here to gain some experience, I don't want to get instantly killed."

Upon hearing this, Wu Feng simply nodded slightly, his expression remaining calm, his hands still behind his back, and he did not release any aura.

However, it brought a great sense of pressure to the opposing players.

This player is estimated to be around level 40, has decent equipment, and likely possesses a certain level of swordsmanship.

Those who made it to the second round of interviews are no ordinary people; it's just that they were unlucky to run into him.

Meanwhile, in the official live stream, when the camera switched to the arena where Wu Feng was, the chat instantly erupted.

Countless players left comments, discussing how many moves this swordsman player could withstand.

"Haha, this swordsman is so unlucky, running into a big shot right from the start!"

"I bet a second that this big shot can kill him in one move!"

"Don't be so sure. They're at least players who advanced to the second round. Maybe they can last a couple of moves?"

"What a load of rubbish! In the preliminary rounds, weren't all those players stronger than him instantly killed by that pro?"

"Waiting for the master to demonstrate his one-hit kill!"

倒计时的数字飞速跳动，10、9、8……3、2、1，当最后一个数字消散的瞬间。

A resolute glint flashed in the eyes of the swordsman player opposite him.

Without further hesitation, he exerted force with his feet and charged towards Wu Feng like an arrow released from a bow.

At the same time, he flipped his wrist, and his longsword was drawn from its sheath with a crisp clang. The sword light was sharp and sharp, and with a whistling sound, it went straight for Wu Feng's chest.

His swordsmanship was swift and skillful, indicating a high level of proficiency. His sword strikes were rapid, suggesting he intended to strike first and gain the upper hand.

Wu Feng remained standing still, without moving an inch. He merely raised his eyes slightly, his gaze calmly fixed on the incoming sword, his expression indifferent.

When the sword tip was still three inches from his chest, he finally moved.

His right hand shot out like lightning, his index and middle fingers coming together to precisely grip the blade of the longsword.

The movement was so fast that it left only a blur, without the slightest hesitation.

The swordsman player opposite him froze instantly, his resolute expression turning to disbelief and astonishment. His mouth gaped open as if an egg could fit inside.

He instinctively tried to pull the longsword back, but no matter how hard he tried, the sword remained firmly in place, as if it were clamped by iron clamps.

A sharp pain shot through my wrist, the strength gradually fading. "This...how is this possible?"

He muttered to himself, his eyes filled with absurdity. He had never imagined that someone could catch his sword with just two fingers.

After the initial shock, he immediately realized that he was no match for Wu Feng and that continuing the stalemate would be futile.

Without hesitation, he loosened his grip on the sword hilt, pushed off with his feet, and leaped into the air, his right leg slightly bent, creating a gust of wind.

He kicked hard at Wu Feng's chest with a fierce leg technique, clearly indicating that he had also practiced leg techniques. He wanted to use the force of the kick to create distance and find an opportunity to counterattack.

As Wu Feng watched the leg kicking towards him, a faint smile appeared on his lips, and he gently raised his left hand.

He swung the longsword he had been holding tightly, and it flew out with a whistling sound.

With a soft "thud," the sword landed firmly on the wooden surface of the arena, its blade swaying slightly in the wind and emitting a soft "humming" sound.

At the same time, he subtly moved his feet, unleashing the Lingbo Weibu technique, his figure as light as a feather, perfectly avoiding the opponent's kick.

In a flash, he appeared beside the other party, his movements fluid and without the slightest pause.

Wu Feng nodded inwardly. He had to admit that the players who advanced to the second round were indeed quite skilled.

At least after losing their weapons, they did not panic or lose their composure, and were able to maintain a certain level of combat capability to launch a counterattack.

This level of mental fortitude and adaptability is already far superior to that of many ordinary players.

If it were an ordinary player, being disarmed would probably have thrown them into disarray, leaving them no time to launch a counterattack.

Before the other party could react, Wu Feng clenched his right fist slightly, a faint layer of true energy emanating from his palm. He then unleashed the Iron Sand Palm, bringing a powerful palm force, and slammed it hard into the other party's chest.

With a muffled thud, the palm strike penetrated the body, and the player opposite him groaned as blood instantly spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Blood splattered out, landing on the wooden platform of the arena, leaving a small dark red stain.

His eyes rolled back instantly, and his body flew backward uncontrollably, crashing heavily onto the wooden railing of the arena with a soft "crack" sound, causing the railing to sway slightly.

Then, his body turned into specks of light and slowly dissipated into the air, completely teleported out of the arena.

Almost at the same time the other party disappeared, the system notification sounded as expected.

The message clearly reached Wu Feng's ears: [Congratulations on your victory in this battle. You have gained 200000 experience points.]

As the notification sounded, a faint aura of experience enveloped his body.

A moment later, the halo dissipated, and his character level was one step closer to level 51.

The next second, Wu Feng was enveloped in a soft white light again and was teleported back to the training ground's rest area by the system.

He glanced down at his status bar, where a "Resting" buff icon was clearly visible, with the buff duration displayed as ten minutes.

Compared to the five-minute break during the preliminary exam, the break time during the re-examination was significantly longer.

This is likely because the opponents in the second round are stronger, and players need more time to recover.

Without the slightest hesitation, Wu Feng walked straight to the quiet corner, sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes, placed his hands on his knees, and began to regulate his breathing.

He didn't need to recover his condition; he just felt that these ten minutes shouldn't be wasted. He took this opportunity to circulate the Nine Yang Divine Skill, condense the true energy within his body, and pass the time.

The Nine Yang True Qi within his dantian flowed slowly, and at the edge of his vision, the pale golden proficiency indicator popped up again.

Meanwhile, in the official live stream, when players saw Wu Feng swiftly and decisively defeat his opponent with a single palm strike, the chat exploded once again, with discussions rising and falling.

"Holy crap! Another one-hit kill! This guy is ruthless!"

"I told you, it wouldn't even last one move, but you wouldn't believe me!"

"The gap is too big! They're supposed to be players who advanced to the second round, yet they're so easily defeated by these experts?"

"Just what level has this big shot reached? Is he at the peak of a second-rate martial artist, or has he already entered the realm of a first-rate martial artist?"

"It's hard to say, but he's definitely far beyond the average player. Perhaps even NPC players wouldn't be a match for him!"

"Looking forward to seeing the pro player encounter an NPC (player who doesn't play competitively) and see if they can still one-shot them!"

Countless players expressed their opinions in the live chat, their eyes filled with amazement and awe, becoming increasingly curious about Wu Feng's strength.