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Soon, the new round of drawing lots ended.

"Huh? I won! Martial Uncle! Senior Brother! Look, I won!! I got number four, the bye!!"

In the Fenshuizong area, Hao Ben held a wooden plaque engraved with the character "肆" and excitedly showed it off everywhere, just like Fan Jin after passing the imperial examination.

"What incredible luck!"

Di Ren rubbed his swollen buttocks and pouted indignantly.

Not only did he get a beating from his master on his own, but unexpectedly, Hao Ben actually drew the only bye spot and advanced directly to the top four.

It's true what they say, comparisons are the thief of joy!

No, when I get back I must ask my master for permission to give Hao Ben extra training, really extra training. He can't leave the house until he's mastered the Water-Splitting Sword technique!

Unaware of his senior brother's "malicious" intentions, Hao Ben was currently sharing his luck with Lei Xing with a joyful expression.

Lei Jiaojiao, standing to the side, looked on with a hint of envy.

It's a pity she couldn't even make it to the first round, otherwise she could have tried the bye draw.

"By the way, Mei Cao, what number did you draw?" Lei Jiaojiao asked Mei Cao, who was standing to the side.

Mei Cao swiftly opened the folding fan in her hand, a faint smile playing on her lips.

Number Two.

"Number Two, I wonder who your opponent will be..." Lei Jiaojiao muttered to herself, ignoring his flamboyant behavior.

As soon as the draw was over, Liang Qing immediately announced the start of the first match of the second round of the fifth-tier group.

A man and a woman arrived at the venue.

The man was tall and imposing, and was none other than Gongsun Ting, the only son of the Gongsun family.

As for the girl, she was naturally the only woman present, Yuan Yuan, a first-class demon-hunting captain of the Demon Slayer Division!

"That's it, Mei Cao. Looks like your opponent will be one of Mu Yang, Xu Hong, or that ball-playing kid from the Six Doors!"

"If you really run into Mu Yang, you're in big trouble," Lei Jiaojiao teased with a smile.

Mei Cao's fan, which was moving at a fixed frequency, suddenly paused, but quickly resumed normal operation.

He replied in a gentle tone, "In a competition, winning and losing are common occurrences."

"Tch, all you say is nice." Lei Jiaojiao turned her gaze back to the arena.

Unlike his younger brother Gongsun Heng, Gongsun Ting did not use any uncommon or unusual weapons, but rather a very common longsword.

He possesses a highly proficient "Swimming Body Knife Technique" that combines strength and agility.

The five-foot-long broadsword was wielded with remarkable fluidity in his hands, like a fish swimming in water, deflecting all the flying needles that shot from afar.

However, just like that female disciple of the Canglan Sect, he was good at defense but lacked offensive skills.

Facing Yuan Yuan, who uses a long-range kiting style of play, Gongsun Ting simply cannot maintain his speed while defending.

As a result, she naturally followed in the footsteps of the female disciples of the Canglan Sect and suffered a regrettable defeat.

"In the first match of the second round of the fifth-tier group, the Demon Slayer Division wins!"

After announcing the results, Liang Qing continued, "Fifth-tier group, second round, second match, draw number two, enter the arena."

Upon hearing this, Mei Cao flicked his wrist, and the snow-white folding fan printed with black plum blossoms snapped shut in his palm.

Under Lei Jiaojiao's speechless gaze, his arm holding the fan drooped slightly, and with his other hand he lightly flicked the snow-white sleeve of his robe. With a light step, he floated down onto the field like a goose feather.

A gentle smile, almost permanent, lingered at the corners of his mouth.

However, the next second, Mei Cao's pupils shrank, and she almost lost control of her expression.

His opponent was walking slowly from the Demon Slayer Division's area.

It was none other than Mu Yang!

"Brother Mu! Please show mercy!"

Mei Cao tightened his grip on the folding fan, trying to maintain his smile, but when he thought of Mu Yang's achievements, the faint smile on his lips unconsciously turned bitter.

Lei Jiaojiao's jinx really came true!

Although he didn't think he could win against Yu Sheng and Xu Hong, it was still more painful to lose to someone he knew.

"Don't worry, I'll be very careful."

Mu Yang grinned, revealing his snow-white, perfectly aligned teeth that gleamed brilliantly in the sunlight.

"Fifth-tier group, second round, second match, begin!" Liang Qing announced.

"Brother Mu, take this!"

Even though she had given up hope of victory, Mei Cao still fought with all her might.

Then......

"Bang!"

"clang-!"

Mei Cao felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, his vision went black, and the halberd in his hand fell to the ground.

Mu Yang changed his right fist into a palm and supported him with one hand, preventing the corner of his clothes from getting dusty.

Then, Mu Yang looked at Liang Qing, who had not yet made a move at the edge of the field.

Liang Qing's eye twitched, and he announced, "In the second match of the second round of the fifth-tier group, the Demon Slayer Division wins!"

"That's it? You couldn't even withstand one punch from Brother Mu? Brother Mei is really pathetic!"

"In the Demon Slayer Division area," Lei Sai sighed.

Unexpectedly, the seemingly unattainable genius in his childhood eyes turned out to be as weak as a small fish in a river under Brother Mu's iron fist.

Zhou Yao rolled her eyes at him speechlessly: "Who do you think Mei Cao's opponent is? That's Mu Yang, a monster who can fight demons hand-to-hand. Isn't it normal for him to lose to him?"

Zhou Yao's original intention was to make Lei Sai understand that even if Mei Cao couldn't beat Mu Yang, he could still easily defeat him, and to make him more humble.

To everyone's surprise, Lei Sai nodded seriously after hearing her words: "Indeed, Brother Mu is so strong, it is normal for me to lose to Brother Mu."

Zhou Yao:.......

After the second match, the final match began.

Yu Sheng of the Six Doors will face off against Xu Hong of the Canglan Sect.

Even though Xu Hong had mastered the powerful martial arts techniques "Breaking Waves in the Vast Ocean Fist" and "Gentle and Revolving Palm," he was still utterly defeated by Yu Sheng's Sky Speed ​​Glass Bead.

Whether intentionally or accidentally, Yu Sheng also targeted Xu Hong's dantian area when they fought.

Fortunately, Liang Qing was prepared this time and got close enough to stop him in time.

Xu Hong, still shaken, repeatedly expressed his gratitude.

From then on, only four people remained in the fifth-tier group of the Fudi election.

That is, Yuan Yuan, Mu Yang, Yu Sheng, and Hao Ben, who drew a bye.

"Senior, what's your draw number?"

This time, after drawing the wooden plaque, Hao Ben didn't rush back to the Fenshui Sect area. Instead, he came to Mu Yang's side and asked him questions with a slightly nervous expression.

Mu Yang opened the folded wooden plaque, and a large "two" character came into Hao Ben's view.

"Yay!"

Hao Ben was overjoyed and unfolded his wooden plaque for Mu Yang.

The character "壹" was clearly written on it.

Seeing this, Mu Yang gave him a strange look: "So, you think you can beat Yuan Yuan and that kid playing ball?"

You're making such a fuss, I almost thought you were guaranteed to win as long as you didn't run into me.

"Forehead......."

Upon hearing this, Hao Ben's smile froze as if he had a fish stuck in his throat.

Now it was Mu Yang's turn to smile.

He patted Hao Ben on the shoulder, said "Good luck," and left the venue.

Under Hao Ben's anxious gaze, Yu Sheng walked back to the Six Doors area, leaving Yuan Yuan standing not far from him.

"Thank goodness, it wasn't that pervert."

Hao Ben breathed a sigh of relief.

He still has a fighting chance against Yuan Yuan.

But the guy playing with the ball genuinely felt he couldn't stop it.

As for the seniors?

They've already called me 'senior,' how could a junior like me possibly win?