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"I hereby declare Lan Meng of the Primordial Gate the victor in this duel!"

The Arhats of Wanfo Temple announced this loudly.

The Shinto-ryu members immediately stepped in and carried Fujino Seiran away.

Mo Lan put away the May Rain again, then returned to the viewing area of ​​the Tai Chu Sect, giving Ye Hu a "good luck" look towards the Wanfo Temple.

Ye Hu was immediately filled with fighting spirit.

As expected of Senior Mo Lan!

I can't fall behind!

Then, Ye Hu was assigned to a group with Li Xuanye.

Mo Lan's lips twitched, and she almost burst out laughing.

Name: Li Xuanye.

[Danger Level: LV3.6]

[Strength: Rank B]

Speed: B-level.

[Physical condition: Grade C.]

[Mental Rank: B]

[Charm: C-level]

"Let's finish this quickly."

Li Xuanye stepped forward, and his aura surged forth.

"no problem!"

Ye Hu assumed a fighting stance, ready for battle.

Both sides attacked simultaneously. Li Xuanye and Ye Hu initially tested each other, but Li Xuanye quickly discovered that Ye Hu's physical abilities were terrifyingly strong.

Mo Lan watched the game with great interest from the stands.

In his vision, Ye Hu was faintly emanating a deep black protective aura, which was the external effect of the Bodhidharma Sutra.

Unlike the Supreme Righteous Dharma, which uses true qi to repair injuries by exchanging them for injuries, the Bodhidharma Sutra focuses on maximizing defense, making it difficult for enemies to inflict effective damage without breaking through the defense.

Furthermore, practitioners of the Bodhidharma Sutra can inflict soul damage on their opponents with each attack, damage that is difficult to repair in a short period of time.

So much so that during the clashes of fists and feet, Li Xuanye would feel his speed getting slower and slower, because he was affected by the soul shock of the Bodhidharma Sutra.

If Ye Hu had been given more time, he might have been able to fight Li Xuanye to a standstill, but unfortunately, his training time was still too short.

After a series of probing actions, Li Xuanye took three steps back, then raised his left hand, and a ball of white lightning roared and surged in his hand.

Five Thunder Orthodox Method - Thunder Serpent!

Li Xuanye flicked his hand, and the lightning bolt transformed into a serpentine lightning bolt in mid-air, tearing towards Ye Hu.

"Hiss...!" Ye Hu gritted his teeth, feeling his whole body numb and experiencing a burning pain from lightning.

At this moment, Li Xuanye raised his left hand again, aimed it at Ye Hu who was paralyzed in place, and slowly made a projection-like gesture.

"Thunder Tiger".

Beneath Ye Hu's feet, a tiger's head formed entirely of lightning slowly opened and bit him in one gulp.

Boom!!

The tiger's head exploded, sending mud and dust flying everywhere.

"It should be over by now," Li Xuanye thought to himself.

He slightly controlled the power of the Thunder Tiger.

Then, before the dust had even settled, a figure burst out from within—it was Ye Hu, who had taken the brunt of the thunderstorm's damage.

He suddenly punched Li Xuanye.

"thumping!"

Li Xuanye blocked with both hands, and was shocked by the terrifying force. He then decisively turned around and sent his opponent flying with a whip kick.

He shook his hand:

"Those physical stats are terrifying..."

"She has the same extraordinary talent as Lan Meng, and also has a great personality. Perhaps she could be recruited into the Special Affairs Bureau."

"There's no other way, I'll have to be a little more serious."

As Li Xuanye pondered this, he raised his hand to take the long sword from his back and imbued it with the lightning of the Five Thunderbolts Orthodox Method.

Then he gently stroked the blade, flicked his wrist, and unleashed a sword aura filled with sparks and lightning. Its speed was so great that Ye Hu had no chance to dodge it and could only raise his hands in time.

Crackling sounds!

The roaring lightning sword energy completely tore apart the true qi protecting Ye Hu's body from the Bodhidharma Sutra.

After that, the sword energy disappeared without causing any further damage to the opponent.

Although Li Xuanye appears to be a cold and ruthless person.

In reality, he has always had a very good attitude towards Tianhe players like Lan Meng and Ye Hu, who have clean backgrounds and friendly personalities.

Even if the mission requires him to be hostile, he will not kill; he will hold back if he can.

"Treat all player groups that can be united with kindness, and provide guidance and protection when necessary, because they are not only players, but also the general public, and are the subjects of our Special Affairs Bureau's protection."

This is one of the requirements within the Special Affairs Bureau, and it is also Li Xuanye's consistent idea.

"Are you alright?" he asked casually, sheathing his longsword.

"Hiss..." Ye Hu clutched his chest, coughed up some blood, and then helplessly raised his hand: "I lost, thank you."

If Li Xuanye hadn't held back, he would have been injured even more severely.

Everyone could see that Ye Hu had tried his best, but the gap in cultivation level was not something that could be easily bridged.

"I declare Li Xuanye of Longhu Mountain the victor in this match!"

Li Xuanye then turned and left.

Then it was lunchtime, and Mo Lan went to the dining hall of Wanfo Temple and received a vegetarian meal.

It has to be said that these monks are really good at making vegetarian dishes; they managed to make soybean vegetables taste like meat.

It tastes pretty good.

"Senior," Ye Hu said, carrying a plate over. His injuries were still bandaged, but he looked like they had mostly healed.

He truly deserves the title of sports king.

"Wait, aren't you a Buddhist? Why is there a plate of meat?"

Mo Lan suddenly widened her eyes and stared at the roasted duck leg on Ye Hu's plate.

Upon hearing this, Ye Hu said in a serious tone, "I am a lay disciple, and Abbot Xuankong said, 'Wine and meat pass through the intestines, but Buddha remains in the heart.'"

"Last night, my fellow disciples took me to roast chicken in a kiln, and we even saved a chicken leg for the abbot."

Mo Lan: "..."

He silently picked up the plate and went to the cafeteria window next door to get a roasted duck leg.

After lunch, there were two more rounds of disciple battles, including two players from Medicine King Valley and Heavenly Mystery Pavilion.

Their danger levels were 3.2 and 3.4 respectively, so the battle was a foregone conclusion, and the players from Tianji Pavilion emerged victorious.

The first round of elimination matches has now concluded, and the second round of semi-finals will follow.

Li Xuanye was drawn into the group with the story characters, while Mo Lan was drawn into the group with the Tianji Pavilion player.

After entering the arena, Mo Lan raised his hand, and just as two clouds of mist formed in his hand, he saw the player from Tianji Pavilion raise his hand.

[Name: Ge Qingsheng]

[Danger Level: 3.4]

[Strength: Rank B]

Speed: C-level.

[Physical condition: Grade C.]

[Spiritual Level: C]

[Charm: C-level]

"I abstain."

Ge Qingsheng, with his hands raised, smiled helplessly.

Mo Lan blinked.

Dude, aren't you even going to put on an act?

Ge Qingsheng spread his hands, his expression indescribable: "I can't guarantee I'll survive that kind of attack."

"Anyway, Tianji Pavilion never intended to win the championship. Besides, I'm already ranked third in the player group."

It's worth mentioning that players of the Destiny Game have their own cognitive biases, so their discussions about other players are automatically rationalized by the people in the instance.

On the referee's stand, Luo Han asked again, "Tianji Pavilion, are you sure you want to forfeit?"

"Abstain." Ge Qingsheng said without the slightest hesitation.

Are you kidding me? Me, hitting Lanmeng? Seriously?

He's not as stubborn as Fujino Seiran.

It would be better to forfeit and secure a top-three finish first, saving your form for the revival round against Ye Hu.

Under the system rules, this is the optimal solution.

Mo Lan could only shrug and disperse the white mist in her hand.