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Zhao Shanyu smiled awkwardly, a shadow passing through his eyes. He flicked his sleeve and led his subordinates to the No. 4 Dueling Platform.
"I really look forward to this!" Chu Yixuan said, his gentle face revealing a hint of anticipation.
"Self-righteous," Li Gang snorted coldly.
At this moment, the three elders of the Outer Sect walked slowly onto the Training Platform. The square suddenly fell silent, with thousands of gazes focused on the three Outer Sect elders: Li Jianren, Xiao Renyi, and Zhou Deyu.
Among the thousands of gazes, there was respect, fear, admiration, and envy; however, Jin Qinghan's eyes showed nothing but coldness and disdain at the corners of his mouth.
Li Gang's father, Li Jianren, waved his sturdy hand and coughed lightly. In a loud voice, he said, "The competition begins. Disciples participating in the grand competition, please come up in order." His voice echoed throughout the square.
Li Jianren had a robust build, a face like a heavy jujube, sharp eyebrows and eyes, and three strands of beard; it was evident that he was also a handsome man in his youth.
As early as the day before, the disciples participating in the grand competition had drawn lots. Wang Yi drew number fifty-six and was assigned to the No. 2 Dueling Platform, while Niu Meng drew number seventy-nine for the No. 3 Dueling Platform.
This grand competition had over three hundred disciples participating, with each Dueling Platform having thirteen rounds.
Odd numbers against even numbers!
The competition began in an orderly manner. On the Training Platform, Li Jianren stroked his beard and smiled, "Junior brothers, who do you think will be in the top three this time?"
"Li Gang is exceptionally talented and has deeply learned from his senior brother; he will definitely be in the top three!" Xiao Renyi, being the oldest, had deep lines on his face and a tuft of goatee; he spoke without missing a beat.
"Oh, hahaha, Xiao Shidi is too modest," Li Jianren said with a beaming smile. After laughing, his gaze fell on Zhou Deyu, whose hair was graying. "Zhou Shidi, do you have any opinions?"
"I'm just an idle junior brother; what opinions could I have?" Zhou Deyu replied with a calm smile.
Li Jianren responded with an "oh," casting a deep glance at Zhou Deyu. "Senior brother here congratulates you on your early breakthrough!"
"Oh, congratulations to Zhou Shidi, the junior brother is indeed outstanding," Xiao Renyi said with a smile, but as he thought of himself, his expression fell and he said, "I'm afraid this old bone of mine will never have the chance to break through in this lifetime."
"Xiao Shixiong, you must not be too obsessed!" Zhou Deyu replied.
"Thank you for your guidance, Shixiong." Xiao Renyi's expression changed from sorrow to solemnity after hearing this.
"Jin Qinghan has made considerable progress in cultivation!" Li Jianren's gaze shot towards Jin Qinghan like lightning, a hint of gloom flashing in his eyes.
Jin Qinghan seemed to sense Li Jianren's cold gaze, and an even greater chill enveloped him.
"Regarding Jin Qinghan's master-disciple relationship, Li Shixiong, have you found anything?" Xiao Renyi retracted his gaze and asked with a frown.
Li Jianren's eyes flickered with a strange light as he shook his head and said, "Nothing!"
"Look quickly, Jin Shixiong is on stage."
At that moment, a voice of surprise rang out as Jin Qinghan pushed off with his feet and soared onto the two-meter-high Dueling Platform like a wild goose, his gaze coldly fixed ahead.
Opposite him stood an Elite Disciple at the fifth level of Transcendence. At this moment, he was filled with regret; he never expected his first opponent to be Bai Mei Jin Qinghan. It seemed that his chances in this competition were over.
"Jin Shixiong, please." The disciple cupped his fists respectfully, showing respect for a strong opponent.
"Make your move," Jin Qinghan said calmly.
"Then I shall not hold back." Seeing that Jin Qinghan had no intention of making the first move, the disciple shouted loudly, "Watch out!" With that, he leaped into the air, and with a clang, the Chiyang Blade sliced through the air, tracing a magnificent arc.
"Bang! Ah!"
Jin Qinghan lightly spun his right foot and struck fiercely at Chiyang Blade. With a clang, the disciple's expression changed drastically as he felt an overwhelming force surge through him. His body arced through the air like it had been struck by lightning before crashing to the ground, a trace of blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
The disciple staggered to his feet, showing no hint of resentment, and said, "Thank you, Jin Shixiong, for showing mercy!"
Jin Qinghan seemed to hear nothing, not even lifting his eyelids as he calmly walked off the stage.
At the moment Jin Qinghan stepped down, a thunderous sound erupted from the audience. A Transcendence Level Five expert had been unable to withstand even a single move from Jin Qinghan? This was truly unbelievable!
"Impressive!" Wang Yi nodded.
"Bastard! Just an ordinary move and he wins. He's much stronger than I am," Niu Meng exclaimed wide-eyed, swallowing hard.
"Did you notice anything, Shixiong?" Xiao Renyi asked with a frown.
"Nothing. He simply overpowered his opponent with brute strength. I can't discern his methods, but I am certain there is a powerful figure standing behind him," Li Jianren replied, shaking his head.
"Xiao Shixiong, there's no need to be so concerned; as long as he poses no threat to our Kaiyang Sect," Zhou Deyu said, stroking his White Beard while admiring Jin Qinghan's solitary figure.
"Junior brother makes a valid point. I suspect that the top three in this competition will definitely be among Li Gang's disciple, Chu Yixuan, Zhao Shanyu, and this Jin Qinghan," Xiao Renyi stated.
"Indeed, these four are all rising stars of our Kaiyang Sect. With them, our sect will surely flourish," Li Gang declared proudly.
The competition proceeded in an orderly manner, with Li Gang, Chu Yixuan, Zhao Shanyu, and Jin Qinghan all advancing as top contenders.
Niu Meng vs Fuli...
"Haha, Bastard! It's finally my turn!" Niu Meng laughed heartily as he clenched his fist. With a stomp on the ground accompanied by a booming sound, he appeared on stage.
Niu Meng is a trusted general of Chu Yixuan, while Fuli is a trusted general of Zhao Shanyu. On the surface, this appears to be a contest between Niu Meng and Fuli, but in reality, it is a covert clash between the factions of Chu Yixuan and Zhao Shanyu.
At Zhao Shanyu's behest, Fuli soared into the air, landing lightly on the Dueling Platform like a feather, his eyes filled with fierce battle intent as he called out, "Niu Meng!"
Niu Meng spat and swung his left arm, saying, "Bastard, let's see how I crush you this time!"
"Roar, Brother Fuli, take him down!"
"Brother Fuli, make your move!"
"Come on, Brother Niu, use your fists and hit him hard!"
"That's right, go for it!"
Disciples from both Zhao Shanyu's and Chu Yixuan's factions cheered for their respective sides with great enthusiasm.
"Bastard, Fuli, come on! Let's see how I beat you this time!" Niu Meng struck his fists together like thunderclaps.
Fuli snorted coldly. In his eyes, although Niu Meng was formidable, he was also reckless. A little provocation would easily anger him. Once Niu Meng lost his temper, he would surely expose his weaknesses, making victory easy. Thus, he disdainfully said, "Brute bull, am I not aware of your abilities? Even if you break through to Sixfold, you are still no match for me."
As expected, Niu Meng became furious, his eyes turning red with rage. Seizing the opportunity, Fuli continued, "I advise you to admit defeat early..."
"Bastard! Stop talking nonsense and die!" Niu Meng was seething with anger. The pale golden sunlight illuminated him like a golden-armored war god as he swept his right arm out to strike at Fuli's chest.
Fuli was no weakling either; twisting his right foot, he advanced and blocked with one palm. The two immense forces erupted simultaneously as they both nearly stumbled backward at the same time.
“Bastard egg, here we go again.” Niu Meng twisted his neck, his tiger-like eyes wide open, and his body shot forward with a spinning kick, exuding a fierce momentum that enveloped Fuli.
Fuli spread his legs apart, his body coiling like a dragon or snake, and struck forward with an iron fist. Six fist shadows suddenly broke through the air, shattering it with a resounding buzz.
“Bang bang bang.”
The area between the two became a vacuum, the air completely annihilated, the sound of metal clashing echoed endlessly, shaking the nearby spectators to their core.
“Ha!” Niu Meng shouted loudly, leaping into the air and transforming his punch into a palm strike aimed at Fuli's head with the force of Mount Tai. An endless wave of energy surged forth, causing their clothes to flutter without wind, making a loud crackling sound.
As the Pushing Cloud Palm was unleashed, boundless energy waves radiated outward from Fuli, who showed a look of surprise. His body darted away like lightning, and behind him came a loud crack as the ground beneath him shattered like it had been struck by lightning, dust swirling up.
“Bastard egg, you actually dodged.” Seeing his punch miss, Niu Meng gathered all his Vital Energy into his fists and charged out of the smoke. The surrounding air was compressed, producing sounds like breaking porcelain as his fists turned red like iron in an instant.
Fuli was greatly alarmed, realizing that Niu Meng was using all his strength now. He turned his palm over, and the Chiyang Blade appeared in his hand.
Flow Break!
Zongheng!
Refining Fire!
The three styles of the Crimson Sun Three Styles were unleashed simultaneously, and in front of Fuli, a terrifying web of Blade Qi suddenly filled the space. Each blade was infused with fierce Vital Energy, enough to instill fear in lower-level martial artists.
The disciples below knew this was a decisive move; they watched intently without blinking as their eyes were glued to the two fighters.
Zhao Shanyu and Chu Yixuan exchanged glances, both recognizing the coldness reflected in each other's eyes.
"Boom!"
The thunderous voice echoed across the ground, deafening everyone present. Endless dust swirled on the dueling platform, and amidst the gray haze, Niu Meng shot out like a startled phoenix, striking directly at Blade Qi. The latter shattered before everyone's eyes at a visible speed. Fuli broke into a cold sweat, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth as his body arced through the air and landed on the ground, caught by several disciples.
"Good!"
Chu Yixuan's side immediately cheered, drumming up support for Niu Meng's victory.
"Hehe, Fuli, you bastard, if you want to defeat me, go practice for a few more years," Niu Meng said proudly.
"You..." Fuli, already defeated, was infuriated by Niu Meng's words and fainted from anger.
"What are you still doing here? Are you trying to embarrass yourself?" Zhao Shanyu said with a dark expression, a fleeting coldness in his eyes as he waved out a gust of cold wind.
"Niu Meng, well done," Wang Yi said, punching Niu Meng on the chest with a smile.
"Hehe, Fuli is quite strong too, but he's still a bit lacking compared to me," Niu Meng said while scratching his head and chuckling.
"Niu Meng, you did great; you avenged us," Lin Chao said with laughter.
Chu Yixuan looked at Wang Yi with a glimmer of expectation in his eyes and said, "Now it's your turn, Wang Yi!"
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