Back then, it was just information. [Latest Chapter.]

  "Hello Mr Fang, we have received your reply. Please register on the designated website and collect the competition information."

  Upon receiving this information, he checked the date and found that it was already the day of the competition, and the time was almost at the official start time. Although registration is still allowed for half an hour after the game starts, Fang Xin thought that Jing She must be anxious beyond measure.

  However, he thought more about what Xiao Bing said that day.

  What qualifications and experience? Xiao Bing's slightly helpless expression floated before his eyes.

  Sank into the nutrient warehouse, a virtual scene in front of his eyes.

  A bright moon is rising in the sky, and it's almost time to start the competition. The sun will soon rise over the mountains, casting a glow over the landscape, and the morning mist will appear in the distance.

  In the distance was a gate, and Fang Xin went through it.

  "Is the noble guest also here to participate in this Qingteng Cup Kendo Competition?" an old man asked.

  "That's right."

  "What is your name?"

  Actually, the name is the only thing that can be truly changed. Other things including the nutrition warehouse password, one's age and gender... are all directly linked. At this moment, Fang Xin thought for a while, then filled in "Qing Yu Hu Lu".

  At this moment, the system prompted: "This name has not been used, are you sure?"

  "Confirmed!" Fang Xin directly clicked confirm.

  "Ding Dong, your registration is successful, system scanning in progress, do you need to modify your appearance?"

  "No." The modification of the face was actually just an adjustment of 10% up or down, Fang Xin directly pressed confirm. Then he entered the competition network and sent his name and confirmed information to Jing She's main line, a few seconds later, several messages came in succession.

  It seems that An Yijin is already anxious.

  Fang Xìn opened it and took a glance, but there was no special information, however, one piece of competition system information caught his attention. It turned out that the competition organizer, unlike the imperial government, did not have the power to mobilize people, so in order to attract as many players as possible, they implemented a points-based prize money system, with the most critical aspect being the 1.2 times bonus points for consecutive wins.

  1.2 times? The party is really daring to make this promise, Fang Xin smiled slightly. In the case where the difference between virtual and reality is not large, the skills shown in online games can also be achieved in reality, so winning a game represents real achievement. Therefore, it's no harm to create a myth, although the empire has hidden dragons and crouching tigers. However, with each passing day, Fang Xin feels more and more benefits after washing his bones and marrow - if not for once, at least half a year of cultivation is needed to make the body reach a new balance and development before proceeding, otherwise, he would have done it three times already.

  "Ding dong, scanning completed. Your name has entered the regional random cycle. You are now C-3651. Are you entering the competition now?"

  "Yes!" Fang Xin pressed the "yes" button without hesitation. Of course, he didn't know. At this time, Xiao Bing, who had also received the news from a certain channel, entered the nutrition warehouse to watch.

  "The game is on!"

  It's clear that the organizers this time didn't have the financial resources of Empire, to transform into different virtual scenes for each match. Or rather, at least in the newbie selection area, they wouldn't waste resources like that. You know, fully virtual scenes cost money, calculated per second, and what's even more frightening is that early newcomer matches are counted in tens of millions, suddenly opening so many virtual scenes would be an astronomical expense, so they used a very simple and very outdated model - the arena!

  Almost at the same time, both of them fell onto the stage, Fang Xin concentrated his mind, grasped the hilt of his sword, and then stepped forward in a rhythmic pace, pressing towards his opponent.

  With just one grasp and movement, Fang Xin felt that this time the organizer had done a good job in the most basic aspects - neural reflection, physical calculation, weight calculation. Although it still lacked the influence of virtual scenes on geography and climate, it was already quite good. After all, one was national in nature and the other was commercial in nature.

  This straightforwardness suddenly triggered the other party's tense emotions. In general, such situations often mean that the other party has great confidence or is a novice, and it's clear that the latter possibility is not high.

  As they drew near, the other party let out a loud "Humph" and charged over in anger.

  Draw sword, thrust suddenly, withdraw.

  All that was heard was a "plop" sound, and the man who had pounced over fell to the ground instantly. According to the system's judgment, he didn't die immediately, but he no longer had the strength to resist. Blood flowed all over the floor, and in about ten seconds, the body stopped moving. However, according to the organizer's bad taste, the corpse did not disappear, it just lay there, with blood splattered everywhere.

  "Ding dong! You have won one round and got 1 point. Do you want to proceed with the next round?"

  "Proceed with the next match, continuous combat!" Fang Xin said calmly, letting the system quickly arrange the next match.

  The second one appeared, saw the corpse, and drew his sword: "Wow! Watch me take you down!"

  Fang Xin followed closely behind, his sword still not sheathed.

  As they approached each other, the opponent suddenly let out a "ya" sound and charged forward, then stabbed. This was a sword technique, but Fang Xin merely rushed up in the same way and stabbed back, followed by the sound of a long sword piercing the ground: "Pu".

  After stabbing in, Fang Xin subconsciously burst out at the sword tip, then twisted and turned, instantly tearing the wound.

  "Ah!" The opponent let out a miserable cry and also fell to the ground. This didn't even last ten seconds, the system directly judged him as defeated.

  "Ding Dong! You won your second game in a row and got 1.2 points!"

  Since he had chosen consecutive battles, a white light flashed on Fang Xin's body, which was actually for recovery purposes. However, Fang Xin's data body hadn't been injured yet, so it was essentially useless.

  The third appearance, suddenly, Fang Xin moved.

  He wore a swordsman's robe, his whole body was muscular and strong, holding a long sword, naturally having a kind of sharp and heroic spirit.

  "Unexpectedly met a master in the first match, you're welcome!" He said with a serious expression, his hand gripping the long sword tightly, his gaze meeting Fang Xin's, sparks flying out instantly.

  "What a pity, you met me!" Fang Xin said calmly. The newbies' first match was in groups of ten, with five rounds of circular matches. With 300,000 registered players, the draw was random, and they had already encountered an expert in the first round, which could be considered bad luck.

  "Hmm!" The opponent, however, did not get angry. Instead, his hand relaxed a bit, gripping the hilt of his sword neither too tightly nor too loosely. He began to walk towards him with light steps, treading on the ground as if he were walking on water, giving off an unsteady, floating feeling. His opponent was a man who practiced orthodox swordsmanship.

  Fang Xin continued to move forward steadily.

  The fight was extremely brief, in a split second, the two almost simultaneously took action, then Fang Xin jumped back, a dull hum came, and the opponent retreated one step, swaying for a moment, but did not fall.

  Fang Xin was not injured in the slightest, but his opponent's chest had a patch of fresh blood flowing out. Although it wasn't a fatal wound, his opponent didn't launch another attack for some time. He lowered his head to look at his own wound, and his expression was very strange.

  "Hello, Qing Yu Hu Lu, I didn't expect to meet a master like you. What school are you from?"

  "I practice Vietnamese swordsmanship."

  "Yue Men Swordsmanship? Which generation of Yue Men's disciples is he?"

  "No, I haven't formally entered yet, I learned from Jing She." Fang Xin replied, only then noticing the other's nickname was "Donghai Zaozi Jian"

  "Can the swordsmanship learned in a quiet society reach this level?" The other party looked at him incredulously, wanting to say something else, but due to excessive blood loss, was judged dead by the system and fell to the ground, motionless.

  "Ding Dong, you have won the third game in a row and got 1.2 points!" This is because now it's all 1 point, but after entering the second cycle, the score will be one-third of the opponent's, so in fact, if you lose three times in a row, you will be eliminated.

  There were only seven left, and this unexpected situation would not have occurred. Fang Xin was almost effortlessly killing them off, and no one could even get a single game back. By the time the match ended, it wasn't even half an hour.

  The score has reached 11.8 points, and today's game is over.

  "Ding Dong, you have won 10 consecutive games, with a total score of 11.8 points, ranking sixth in the national competition. The system has added 100 points for you, and your current score is 111.8 points. Today's game has ended, thank you for participating."

  Look down, and the Qingteng Cup is for the whole country, so there won't be few people who have won ten consecutive games. In fact, everyone has 11.8 points and is tied for first place. The only thing is speed. Fang Xin's speed is also considered fast, but there are still five people in front of him.

  The game ended, and suddenly a lot of information came over. Fang Xin opened it to take a look. The unrelated messages were all simply deleted, but several pieces of information caught his attention. The first was the congratulatory message from Jing She, the second was "Donghai Early Word Sword Three", and the third was Xiao Bing's congratulatory message.

  Fang Xin slightly calmed down after seeing the notification from Jing She, because he got sixth place and was exposed a bit (the top ten can be announced on the national network for one day), immediately rewarded 3000 yuan, with an additional increase of 100 in Jing She's credit. He put it down right away and took out Xiao Bing's letter.