Chapter 778 One Out of One Hundred

"Retreat."

A faint voice sounded, but with an irresistible majesty.

The four monks' steps paused, and then they slowly retreated, but their murderous intent did not decrease at all.

The remaining nearly 100 monks sighed with regret, as if they did not see Zhan Nianchuan's body and head separated, which was something that made them extremely unhappy.

At this time, Long Yuanwei's voice sounded again, saying something that shocked everyone.

"The fifth member of the ninth team died in the battle, and now we need to select another member to fill in, so," he showed a strange smile on his face, "you ninety-eight monks and two demon cultivators, you can use any means except talismans to fight for the only quota."

One hundred people choose one?

Unregulated melee?

Everyone took a breath of cold air, with a look of horror on their faces, and many people even had drums in their hearts.

Since they dared to participate in the selection of the patrol team, they were naturally very confident in their own strength.

However, choosing one out of a hundred was beyond their wildest imagination, and it was a free-for-all. Who could guarantee that they would be the final winner?

"The person who can finally stand here is naturally the new No. 5. I and the members of the Ninth Squad will be responsible for protecting your lives. The rest of you will just have to take care of yourself." Long Yuanwei's indifferent voice made people shudder.

As soon as the voice fell, there was an uproar in the field.

"I want to quit!"

"Yes, I want to quit too!"

"Is this the patrol team or the prank team?"

"Choose one out of a hundred, a free-for-all, you can't play it like this."

For a time, more than a dozen monks were indignant and expressed their desire to withdraw from the selection of the patrol team.

Seeing this scene, the four armored monks all showed strange smiles on their faces. The ugly woman showed disdain and said in a cold voice: "The shore patrol team has the first treatment, the first equipment, and the first honor. You can advance and retreat at will?"

"What's wrong with choosing one out of a hundred? Who in my ninth team is not one out of a hundred? It's common to fight in and out of the crowd of thousands of troops. Life and death have long been indifferent. Are you afraid of having too many opponents? Just a few of you whining trash, even if you fight to the end, get out of here!"

After she said this, these monks were naturally dissatisfied and immediately retorted, and the scene was a little chaotic for a while.

Amid the noise and clamor, a hoarse and unpleasant voice suddenly sounded, clearly reaching everyone's ears:

"Selection begins!"

In an instant, more than ten screams rang out almost at the same time in the field.

All the monks and demons who had planned in advance attacked brazenly and began to ruthlessly kill the nearby monks.

Those monks who were strong but not alert enough and not flexible enough naturally suffered heavy damage in the first place.

If three monks had not been blocked by the fatal attack by Long Yuanwei's finger wind, they would have lost their lives now.

Various colors of spiritual light flashed in the field, the sound of magic weapons breaking through the air was deafening, the spiritual power was vast and blood was splashing, and more than ten monks had fallen on the ground.

Long Yuanwei grabbed several seriously injured monks with one hand and pulled them to his side through the air, otherwise these people would have been directly killed by the scattered attacks.

The four monks of the ninth team were not idle either. They ignored the surging spiritual power fluctuations, moved quickly and acted like lightning, and kept interspersing in the gaps between the attacks, rescuing monks on the verge of death.

Among the dozens of people fighting to the death, the most leisurely and calm one was Zhan Nianchuan.

He had never expected this kind of assessment method, it was even easier than he expected.

The reason was simple. Although the selection field was more than 200 feet wide, it was too small to accommodate nearly a hundred people fighting each other, including two huge demon cultivators. Everyone was inevitably affected by others, and had to pay attention to whether others suddenly attacked them.

However, Zhan Nianchuan was different.

Even if the scales on his body were not activated, his physical defense was enough to withstand the bombardment of the lower-grade Xuan-level magic weapons, not to mention that he was wearing a Xuan-level upper-grade protective soft armor, which could almost ignore all attacks from mid-stage foundation-building cultivators. Even if it was a late-stage foundation-building cultivator, there was no way to make him lose his combat effectiveness with one blow.

In such a small space where many people were fighting, any escape technique was futile. Dexterous body movements and agility far beyond ordinary people were the kingly way. Coupled with his powerful spiritual sense, almost everyone's attacks seemed to be slow motion in his eyes. He could easily dodge all attacks, and with his powerful physical strength and instant low-level spells, he knocked all the monks around him away.

In this way, the monks who had attacked him but suffered a series of losses knew that this kid was definitely a tough guy, and maybe he was hiding his own cultivation, so they switched their targets of attack to other people.

He even had time to observe who was most likely to be his final competitor, and then seize the opportunity to besiege the opponent and beat him to a pulp.

"This kid is good, he really has the capital to be arrogant." A young man in armor with thick eyebrows and big eyes looked at Zhan Nianchuan who was getting in and out of the crowd and occasionally shooting fireballs to attack his opponents, and his eyes showed admiration.

"Yes, his agility, strength, and adaptability are far beyond ordinary people. In a small space, he has an advantage. He also knows how to use these advantages and use his opponents to consume possible strong opponents. You see, he only uses instant fireballs and does not give the opponent a chance to react." Another middle-aged man in iron armor looked at Zhan Nianchuan, who punched a female cultivator in the late stage of foundation building, with admiration on his face.

Now that more than half of the people have fallen and lost their combat effectiveness, they finally have the leisure to comment.

In their opinion, the one who is most likely to win the final victory is Zhan Nianchuan.

"Humph, his brain and combat awareness are indeed top-notch. Even so, his cultivation is still too low. It's not that easy to join my ninth team!" The female cultivator with triangular eyes, who was full of murderous aura, crossed her arms, licked a drop of blood that splashed on the corner of her lips with the tip of her tongue, and snorted coldly from her nose.

The three iron armor guards looked at each other in silence.

"Hehe, Li girl, in my opinion, it's better to let him join." Long Yuanwei, who had been watching everything in the field with a cold eye, laughed strangely, and took another seriously injured monk from the air and threw him behind him casually.

Hearing that Uncle Long, whom she admired the most, also said this, Li Shengnan was surprised and frowned as she looked at the green figure in the field.