After hearing this, Rick's heart sank. He had to win another game before he could enter the top ten. The high-level swordsman was already one level higher than him. Even if he relied on ring splitting and strong attacks, as well as the "Ming Yan" he had just learned, it would be difficult to make up for the gap in strength.

Rick knew very well that the next game would be even more thrilling.

Rick sat in the audience in the swordsmanship stadium, enjoying the game in full swing.

Although I learned from Anger that the game was in the next few games, Rick didn't know who his opponent was. After all, the game was randomly composed of numbers.

There are two high-level swordsmen from the Swordsman Academy, with comparable strength and hard to match for a while.

This kind of showdown between equal competition is what Rick is most willing to see, because as a bystander, he can better discover his shortcomings in other people's games.

This is also the reason why many freshmen are willing to stay on the stadium and watch other people's games.

The showdown in the audience did not last long, and a high-level swordsman blocked a sword with his shoulders, thus gaining the initiative and pointing his sword at the opponent's heart.

Rick sighed. He understood that in the fight between life and death, he could do anything to win, and even if he used his arms to exchange his opponent's heart, it was worth it.

Seeing that the game was over, Rick also thought it was getting late, so he got up and went to the lounge.

Suddenly the crowd began to get restless, and many people cheered.

"Hey, look, it's that monster."

"A twenty-year-old ninth-level swordsman..."

"Do you know that Xiuyin was the champion of the Youth Sword Competition in the past few years."

"Hey, that little guy named Xin was the champion of last year's Youth Sword Competition."

"Who do you think these two are stronger?"

"Xin is only sixteen years old, and he is only a third-level swordsman. Even if he has the magic sword purple lightning and thunder attribute fighting spirit, he is probably not a match for Xiuyin. Others are veritable ninth-level swordsman, only one step away from the swordsman. He is probably the first in this freshman competition."

"This may be the case. The magic swordsman is very powerful. Besides, the power of the magic sword cannot be stopped by mortals."

As Xiuyin came on stage, discussion broke out in the audience for a while. The topic mainly focused on Xin and Xiuyin, two geniuses with abnormal strength.

As soon as Rick heard the news about Xiuyin, he became interested and sat down again, wanting to see what the legendary freshman number one master looked like.

Xiuyin was wearing a gray-white robe and looked a little thin. He was carrying a sword wrapped in bandages behind him. He remained silent, staring at his opponent with gray pupils without any sense of consciousness.

Xiuyin's opponent was a tall and thin man. When he found out that his opponent was the first new student, he couldn't help but retreat, and Xiuyin was staring at him coldly. He felt very guilty and complained.

Xiuyin is so powerful? Before the game started, he could actually make another high-level swordsman lose to him in terms of momentum. Rick, who was sitting in the audience, couldn't help but think.

Looking at the unpretentious sword in Xiuyin's hand, and then glanced at the bandaged sword behind him. Rick couldn't help but be curious why he didn't use the sword.

"Then, the game begins." The black-clad referee glanced across the two and announced.

The tall and thin man took a deep breath, and without saying a word, he raised his fighting spirit to the peak state, looking at Xiuyin with great vigilance.

On the other hand, Xiuyin. He had no intention of drawing a sword, nor did he use his fighting spirit, but just looked at his opponent coldly.

A minute of confrontation passed, and seeing that Xiuyin didn't take him seriously at all, the tall and thin man finally couldn't help but curse: "Bastard, isn't he just a ninth-level swordsman? What's so great about it! Can you defeat me without drawing the sword?"

Xiuyin smiled slightly and said, "You have already spread your fighting spirit all over, why don't you take the initiative to attack? The reason why I didn't shoot is to see when you are going to waste fighting spirit."

When the man heard this, he felt extremely unhappy and shouted: "I'm afraid you can't bear my sword!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sword body of the sword in his hand gathered the green Dou Qi together like a magnet. The tall and thin man jumped forward, and the blue sword light slashed downward. Xiu Yin was immediately smashed into a big pit by the Dou Qi.

Seeing that Xiuyin could not dodge, the man smiled disdainfully and said, "The great swordsman of the ninth level is nothing more than that. He really ruined the title of the first place in the new life."

However, when the smoke and dust on the ground dissipated, the tall and thin man widened his eyes because he did not find any shadow of Xiuyin in the pit.

No matter how powerful his fighting spirit is, it is impossible to directly turn the opponent into a dead body. There is no figure of Xiu Yin in the pit, which proves that the attack just now did not hit him at all.

"Oh?" Xiuyin walked behind him at some point and said, "So you have always been unwilling to accept..."

The tall and thin man was startled and said to himself: "So fast!"

With a clang, the sound of drawing the sword rang out, and Xiuyin's sword was almost clamped on the tall and thin man's neck at the same time.

The man looked at Xiuyin very unwillingly. He didn't even have the chance to show his strength, so Xiuyin was declared a failure.

"In this game, Xiu Yin won."

It ended so simply? Rick thought that more intense sparks would be sparked between the two high-level swordsmen, but he didn't expect that Xiuyin was not on the same level as them, and he could easily subdue others without even using fighting spirit.

Rick, who was focused on the game, did not notice that a young man in white, not far away, stood up and left, his eyes full of raging war.

"The next game, No. 3 vs. No. 59."

Rick was shocked and secretly scolded himself for not remembering the time, so he rushed from the lounge to the center of the field.

However, he was extremely surprised to see the blonde man walking towards him.

Michel looked at Rick blankly, and after a long time, the two of them smiled bitterly.

No. 3 is Rick, and No. 59 is Michel. At this time, a pair of bad friends happened to meet each other.

Michel looked up at Caboron above with some anger. Seeing his father shrugging helplessly and looking unaware of it, he sighed and said, "This is a coincidence..."

However, this was not beyond Rick's expectations. After all, Michel is a seventh-level great swordsman and has successfully entered the top 20. It is not impossible for the two to meet each other in the game.

"Report names to each other."

“Kelcato Allia.”

“Miherkatolaksha Tower.”

The two answered honestly.

"Then, the game begins." The referee nodded and announced.

At this time, the discussion in the audience still continued to decline, but became more lively.

"No, can the seventh-level swordsman actually break into the top twenty? This is something that has never happened before. His opponent is one level higher than him!"

"This kid is just lucky, but that's all. No matter how good he has the ability to dominate the sky, he can't be the opponent of the seventh-level great swordsman."

"But that Mihail is his roommate. Do you think he would deliberately admit defeat and let Kyle enter the top ten?"

"So what if he enters the top ten? Could it be that he can get first? The academy would not allow such a thing to happen, and the Wings of Mickey would not have to have a mere seventh-level swordsman."

"By the way, wasn't Kyle a civilian born? How could he add Kato between his last name and his name?"

"Who knows."

...

Rick smiled slightly, pulled out the attack, and said, "Mihael, come out of his sword."

The blonde man suddenly smiled and asked, "You boy, have you healed?"

"Of course." Rick patted his chest confidently and said, "It's definitely okay to fuck you."

Of course Mihail knew he was joking and said hesitantly: "Kyle, I hope you can enter the top ten..."

"Haha, Michelle. I don't want you to admit defeat on purpose. It's not easy for you to get to this point." Rick had already guessed his thoughts. Although he said with a smile, his tone was very firm.

"No, it doesn't matter. Through the knockout round, I can still enter the top ten, so we both have the chance to join the Wings of Mickey."

Rick shook his head and said, "We are friends in private. But at this time, this is the battlefield, and at this moment, we are opponents."

"You kid is really stubborn..." Michel said helplessly when she saw Rick's serious face.

The referee on the side coughed a few times and said, "Please don't waste the game time."

He turned his head and looked at the referee, and Rick smiled and said, "Get out the sword!"

Mihail sighed and said, "Kyle, I admire your confidence very much, but with you now, you cannot be the opponent of any high-level swordsman."

Rick actually knew his strength in his heart. He had already struggled to face the fifth-level great swordsman, and there was no chance to be taken now. If he had to fight the seventh-level great swordsman head-on, he still believed that he had no chance of winning.

"Even if I lose, I have to prove that I am not a weak person and have the courage to continue fighting!" Rick said so seriously.

Mihair shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Kyle, if you want me to use all your strength to deal with you, it is equivalent to bullying the small one with the big one, I can't do it."

"Don't let my mother-in-law and accept the duel like a man!" Rick said impatiently.

Looking at the sword body of Qiang Xueliang, Mihair was silent for a while, his eyes flashed with light, and he agreed, "Okay!"

Rick smiled with relief and thought, "Fortunately your opponent this time is me, so you can easily enter the top ten. With your father's relationship, it's easy to join the Wings of Mickey."

He knew very well Mihair's strength, the seventh-level great swordsman was only a medium-sized one. Although Xiuyin's ninth-level great swordsman was rare, there were still several eighth-level great swordsman. It would probably not be so easy for Mihair to return to the top ten through the cruel knockout round.

"But, for the sake of fairness of the game, I will not use fighting spirit." Michel said lightly.

"What!?" Rick said in surprise.

"I said I won't use fighting spirit!" Mihair repeated again and said, "If you are willing to use fighting spirit, then you can do whatever you want."

"But……"

"How great this is. Just competing with swordsmanship, you and I don't need to consider fighting spirit and level anymore. You can fight with peace of mind!" Mihaier said seriously.

Seeing that he was so serious, Rick knew that Michel would not give in anymore, so he nodded and said, "Come on, fight happily!"

"Be careful, Kyle." Mihail smiled slightly.

A flash of light was seen, his sword had been unsheathed, and hissing sounds were made in the air, slashing towards Rick.

With a clang, the attacking sword body took Mihair's sword and sparked sparks.
To be continued...