Demon Dragon Mad God-Chapter 252 Sixth Prince

"Sixth Prince!"

"Sixth Prince!!"

"..."

The noise was deafening, the calls incessant, with many disciples’ faces flushed red with excitement.

The Sixth Prince’s popularity in the Divine Wind Camp had reached a terrifying level.

Even some Elders watching the battles showed signs of amazement on their faces.

The Sixth Prince is indeed the most outstanding individual within the Royal Family today.

The reason for his presence in the Divine Wind Camp this time is to investigate the death of his younger brother, Yu Wen Tuo.

That a Prince should die like this, although it might have been the doing of the Green Wolf Camp, the matter demands a thorough investigation.

Lin Feng stood quietly in his place, frowning slightly upon seeing this scene.

He had guessed that this unexpected Sixth Prince might have come because of Yu Wen Tuo.

The arrival of the Sixth Prince is tantamount to giving the Dynasty the biggest trump card and support—it’s no wonder that Hulan Bo still wanted to deal with him, Lin Feng.

It turns out to be because of the Sixth Prince’s appearance.

A short while later, Lin Feng’s brows gradually relaxed.

On the Battle Platform, as long as he fights with the Dynasty’s disciples fairly, even the Sixth Prince should have no objections, right?

The Sixth Prince stood in a pavilion far away, his expression extremely calm, not the slightest bit affected by the cheers of countless disciples.

As if all of this were to be expected.

Wherever he goes, he is the center of attention.

Time slowly passed by.

After thirty minutes, the Great Elder stood up from the spectator seats.

"Silence!"

With a soft shout from the Great Elder, once the crowd quieted down, he began to speak slowly.

"This final competition is divided into a points-based competition and a ranking competition. The points-based matches will be held simultaneously on five Battle Platforms, with the top two scorers from each group entering the top ten." ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

"The ranking competition will then determine the placements of the top ten disciples."

"We now begin the points-based competition, with twenty disciples in each group, for a total of nineteen rounds, and ten battles each round. One victory equals one point, a draw yields no points, and a loss results in minus one point."

"Now, one hundred disciples, begin the draw for grouping."

After the Great Elder finished speaking, the disciples stepped forward to draw lots.

Lin Feng was a bit surprised, not expecting that the final competition would still adopt group battles.

This might save time, but it’s not completely fair.

Because if several of the top ten disciples end up in the same group, someone is certain to be eliminated early.

The most fair way would be to fight ninety-nine rounds on the same Battle Platform, with fifty battles each round.

It would just take several days to finish that way.

However, Lin Feng was clearly overthinking it.

The Elders had already taken this into account.

The top ten disciples drew lots separately and were spread across five groups, two people per group.

Lin Feng was drawn into the second group.

This time, in the points competition, there are no assigned numbers; each person must fight the other nineteen people.

After drawing lots, Lin Feng walked to the second Battle Platform and quietly began to wait.

At this time, He Yangjun also came over to the second group’s platform. When he saw Lin Feng, his face immediately filled with a mocking smile.

"Heh heh! Lin Feng, we are in the same group! I can hardly wait!"

He Yangjun was overjoyed; being in the same group meant he would face off against Lin Feng.

Once they faced each other, he would utterly crush Lin Feng!

With He Yangjun were two young men, both at the peak of the Sixth Layer of the Spirit Martial Realm.

Both were Dynasty disciples, in the second group as well.

"Brother He, there is no need for you to bother yourself with him!"

One of the youths in a purple robe sneered darkly, "Lin Feng, you seem to love life-and-death battles! Why don’t we have a go at it later?"

A sliver of murderous intent flashed through the eyes of the youth in the purple robe, unafraid that Lin Feng would refuse.

He knew that Lin Feng was audaciously bold and arrogantly confident, and would surely accept the challenge.

"Lin Feng, do you dare to fight? If you don’t, then you might as well say you’re withdrawing from the competition!"

Another young man in black also wore a cold smirk.

Hearing this, Lin Feng glanced at them indifferently and said with detachment, "As you wish!"

Lin Feng agreed very straightforwardly; even if the other party hadn’t asked, he would have made the request himself.

Seeing Lin Feng agree, smiles suddenly covered everyone’s faces.

Even if Lin Feng had not agreed, they would not have held back on the battle platform.

Having agreed, of course, it’s even better.

As everyone was divided into groups, the competition was about to start.

Lin Feng’s group, the second one, not only had He Yangjun, a top ten disciple of the Outer Sect, but also another top ten Outer Sect disciple.

This person was Fei Kuang, the fifth-ranked disciple among the Outer Sect’s top ten.

Seeing this person, Lin Feng couldn’t help but think of Shi Long, the disciple of the Fiery Sun Sect he met in Guanwu City.

This man’s physique was about the same as Shi Long’s, standing two meters tall with a rough face, large and imposing, coiled muscles all over his body, exuding an overwhelming aura.

Body Refining Expert!

Lin Feng didn’t need to think to know that this person must be a Body Refining Master.

"Haha! This second group doesn’t have any experts either!"

Fei Kuang arrived under the second group’s battle platform, glanced at Lin Feng and the others, stretched his mouth into a wide smile, and laughed heartily.

"Hmph! Fei Kuang, don’t get too cocky!"

He Yangjun, seeing Fei Kuang’s arrogant demeanor, immediately let out a cold snort.

Fei Kuang’s declaration that the second group had no experts was clearly a slight toward him.

"What’s the matter? He Yangjun, you’re not convinced?"

Fei Kuang’s face carried a look of contempt as he said, "In this second group, you are the only one who can play with me, let’s see if you’ve made any progress when it’s our turn!"

"Hmph! I won’t disappoint you!"

He Yangjun replied coldly.

However, against Fei Kuang who was ranked fifth among the Outer Sect disciples, He Yangjun obviously lacked confidence.

He Yangjun was well aware of Fei Kuang’s prowess; a common Great Martial Master Seventh Layer Martial Artist could be torn apart by the opponent in just a few moves.

Facing such an expert, He Yangjun had no certainty of victory.

However, He Yangjun was not worried. Even if he were defeated by Fei Kuang, he would still be able to enter the top ten of the Outer Sect.

Because two people from each group can enter the top ten, in the second group, aside from Fei Kuang, who else was his match!

The distribution of the top ten disciples in this grouping was as follows.

Group one: Lu Shaoyun, Duan Bingye.

Group two: Fei Kuang, He Yangjun.

Group three: Yi Xiaoguang, Li Jiantong.

Group four: Nangong Linjue, Mei Ling.

Group five: Ling Muchen, Gu Zhan.

"The competition begins now!"

After the groups were divided, the Steward announced loudly.

"Group one, Zhang Zhengqing against Lu Shaoyun."

"Group two, He Yangjun against Wang Yu.

"Group three..."

"..."

Following the Steward’s announcement, the disciples called out from each group went up to the platform.

The whole square suddenly quieted down.

Everyone was concentrating on the battles taking place; in the finals, there were no weaklings, and only strong versus strong battles were exciting to watch.

On the battle platform of the first group, Lu Shaoyun lived up to his reputation as the sixth-ranked expert.

In just five moves, he easily defeated his opponent.

On the battle platform of the second group, He Yangjun was even more domineering, his three slashes causing his opponent to spit blood and retreat violently, and subsequently fleeing off the battle platform.

Compared to the first two groups, the fights in the other three groups were much slower.

In the first battles of the other three groups, without any top ten disciples on stage, the combatants were evenly matched, making it difficult to determine a winner in a short time.

"Group one, Duan Bingye against Yu Kun!"

"Group two, Lin Feng against Kang Liang."

Hearing the Steward’s words, Lin Feng smiled faintly and with a swift move, he stepped onto the battle platform.

Lin Feng’s opponent also set foot on the battle platform almost at the same time.

"Huh?"

When Lin Feng saw his first opponent, he was somewhat surprised.

This person was none other than one of the two Imperial Dynasty disciples, the young man in the purple robe.