Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
Immediately, Chu Yixuan and the others entered the next round.
"Number forty-three, number forty-four," Liu Badao announced.
As soon as the words fell, a white figure appeared before everyone, standing coldly on the stage, with an icy gaze that seemed to chill the air.
"Jin Shixiong, please," the Purple-Clad Disciple said, a hint of apprehension flashing in his eyes. However, he was also a Yuanjing Warrior, just one realm lower than his opponent.
"Make your move," Jin Qinghan said calmly, his voice cold and devoid of emotion.
"This Jin Shixiong is really strange; he feels so cold that just looking at him makes me a bit scared."
"Indeed, ever since Jin Shixiong entered Kaiyang Sect, he has been like this—no one is allowed to approach him, always solitary, without a single friend."
Upon hearing this, Wang Yi smiled slightly, feeling curious about Jin Qinghan's background. From his martial arts skills, it was clear that he had an extraordinary origin.
"Then I won’t hold back. Watch my sword," the Purple-Clad Disciple said, his expression tense to the extreme. The saying goes that a person's name carries their shadow; being a strong figure like Jin Qinghan, he had certainly heard of him and dared not be careless. He immediately unleashed all his power.
As the words fell, a treasured sword slashed down, and an Azure Sword Qi shot through the air, cutting through the atmosphere and appearing before Jin Qinghan.
Wang Yi shook his head. Although the Purple-Clad Disciple was also a Yuanjing Warrior, in Wang Yi's eyes, his speed was simply too slow. With Jin Qinghan's strength, there was no way he would engage in prolonged entanglement.
Sure enough, Jin Qinghan flicked his white sleeve and vanished from before the Purple-Clad Disciple. The latter was taken aback and suddenly felt a gust of wind behind him. His body swayed, and with a sweet taste in his throat, he uncontrollably spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Jin Qinghan wins," Liu Ba announced, casting a deep glance at Jin Qinghan as if to remember him well.
Jin Qinghan floated down and landed right beside Wang Yi.
"Congratulations, Jin Shixiong," Wang Yi said with a smile.
Chu Yixuan and the others also greeted him in unison, but Jin Qinghan showed no expression at all. He simply said, "I look forward to our battle," before leaving.
Everyone felt awkward, and Wang Yi smiled.
"Damn, it's really cold. Standing next to him is like standing in an ice cave," Niu Meng said, looking in the direction where Jin Qinghan had disappeared, revealing a hint of fear as he cursed.
"I heard he practices Ice Attribute Martial Arts, that's why," Chu Yixuan said after a moment of silence.
"Ice Attribute," Wang Yi murmured. So that's how it is. No wonder Jin Qinghan always presents a cold demeanor and has never been seen smiling.
"That's right. Typically, martial artists who practice Ice Attribute Martial Arts will unconsciously emit a cold aura. Over time, their personalities will also gradually become colder. Therefore, martial artists who practice Ice Attribute are usually solitary," Chu Yixuan explained.
"Damn, so that's the case," Niu Meng cursed again.
"Then does the type of Martial Arts one practices influence their personality to some extent?" Wang Yi pondered for a moment and asked.
"Yes, for example, those who practice Refining Fire Attribute Martial Arts tend to have explosive personalities. The Second Elder practices fire attribute Martial Arts," Chu Yixuan replied in a low voice.
The group chuckled softly. The first round of the competition passed just like that, with a total of twenty-six disciples advancing to the second round.
The next day, as night faded away, dawn broke with a fish-belly white sky.
At the Martial Arts Plaza, the competition continued to heat up, and everyone's spirits were high. It was known that all twenty-six disciples were Yuan Realm disciples, whose strength could not be compared to Earth Spirit Realm Martial Artists, making the battles even more exciting.
After the drawing of lots concluded, the matches began.
Wang Yi drew number thirteen.
"Number one, number two," Liu Badao announced.
"Yan Gang." Wang Yi was taken aback; he didn't expect his opponent in the first match to be someone he knew.
In the third layer of Yuan Realm, facing an opponent in the first layer, Yan Gang defeated his opponent in just a few moves and advanced to the next round.
"Number Five, Number Six." Liu Badao.
"Big Brother, I'm going!" Niu Meng said excitedly. With that, he pushed off the ground and appeared on the Arena, standing tall under the scorching sunlight, his strong physique resembling that of steel, exuding an overwhelming presence.
Niu Meng's opponent was a young man with a plain build, at the second level of the Yuan Realm, ranked within the top thirty of the Jade Plate.
"Ha!"
A loud shout echoed as Niu Meng stepped forward, causing dust to rise from the ground. Vital Energy surged as a red fist struck towards the plain young man's cheek, unmatched in power, with a fierce wind trailing behind it. The red fist was as large as a bowl, appearing like a blazing flame in the air; wherever it passed, the air crackled and split apart.
The plain young man remained undeterred; he moved swiftly, darting out like lightning. His palm rose high, resembling a large blade, and slashed down directly towards the fiery fist, instantly unleashing a flame Blade Qi to meet it.
Hiss!
The air seemed to burn beneath the flame Blade Qi.
Crack!
The flame Blade Qi collided with the fist, and with a loud sound, both flames ignited. Suddenly, with a crack, Niu Meng's fiery punch surged forward with tremendous force, directly shattering the opponent's Blade Qi. The plain young man felt pain and realized his hand was broken; he had no strength to continue fighting and said, "I concede."
"Hahaha, I've made it to the next round!" Niu Meng exclaimed joyfully.
Soon after, Chu Yixuan, Li Gang, Zhao Shanyu, and others also advanced to the next round.
"Number Twenty-Three, Number Twenty-Four." Liu Badao announced.
"Brother Iron Curtain is up," Chu Yixuan said with admiration in his eyes.
Wang Yi observed this scene; in his mind, Chu Yixuan was a gentle person who maintained an even temperament towards everything. Very few things could capture his attention; it seemed that Iron Curtain was extraordinary.
After a while, two young men in their early twenties appeared on stage, both dressed in purple robes. However, one of them stood out remarkably—tall and upright like an Azure Pine, with an exceptionally handsome face. His eyebrows were strikingly defined and his eyes shone brightly like stars in the sky, making it hard for anyone to look directly at him. Wang Yi sensed an innate aura of strength emanating from him; this aura reminded him of Lin Wanfeng—a powerful presence had arrived.
He is the first disciple of the Kaiyang Sect's Inner Sect, Iron Curtain, the only one who can compete with Lin Wanfeng, the first disciple of the Wen Cang Sect. It is rumored that he was previously defeated by Lin Wanfeng and has just returned after going out to train.
"Very strong." A hint of seriousness appeared in Wang Yi's eyes. Although Iron Curtain had retracted all his Primordial Energy, his soul and spiritual power were incredibly strong. With a single glance, he could see that Iron Curtain was at the Seventh Layer of Yuan Realm, with a faint opportunity to break through to the Eighth Layer, giving Wang Yi a sense of danger.
"Iron Curtain is only twenty-three this year and is already a strong practitioner at the Seventh Layer of Yuan Realm. Given time, he will surely become a Breakthrough Expert, dominating Xiangzhou Prefecture, and will have a place in the Song Kingdom as well," Chu Yixuan said, revealing a hint of longing on his gentle face.
"Brother Chu, you are not an ordinary person either. If you were at this age, you might be stronger than him. Why envy others?" Wang Yi replied calmly. Since realizing the vastness of the Yuan Continent, Wang Yi's aspirations were no longer limited to Xiangzhou or the Song Kingdom but extended to an even broader stage: the entire continent.
"Brother Wang praises me too much. Compared to you, I, Chu Yixuan, am just a tall person among short ones," Chu Yixuan said with a wry smile and a shake of his head.
Wang Yi smiled faintly and turned his gaze toward the Arena. He initially thought he could take this opportunity to understand Iron Curtain's strength better, but unexpectedly, his opponent directly conceded.
The second round of matches was nearing its end. Twelve people advanced to the next round: Iron Curtain, Hong Gang, Xiao Hao, Zhang Liao, Chen Zhong, Yuan Cheng, Wang Yi, Jin Qinghan, Zhao Shanyu, Chu Yixuan, Li Gang, and Niu Meng. This year's competition surprised many; it was unexpected that half of the top twelve in the Inner Sect were new disciples.
A night passed without incident.
At the Martial Arts Plaza, crowds flowed like water with voices rising and falling in excitement because a new generation of Top Ten Disciples would emerge from this event. This year's dark horses, Wang Yi and Jin Qinghan, naturally became the focus of everyone's discussions.
"Iron Curtain is undoubtedly first. Although Brother Xiao Hao is powerful, he is far inferior to Iron Curtain."
"I think Brother Wang has a great chance of taking first place. In the challenge matches, he has been invincible all along and has shown strength far beyond his peers. He defeated Yan Gang when he first entered Yuan Realm; now at the Fourth Layer of Yuan Realm, defeating Fifth Layer or even Sixth Layer opponents isn't impossible. At that time, why couldn't he compete with Iron Curtain?"
Some disciples nodded in agreement, but others were skeptical. After all, Iron Curtain had long been recognized as the first disciple of the Inner Sect; many believed Wang Yi could not compete with him.
"That Jin Qinghan is also incredibly formidable; he has yet to lose in any challenges so far. I heard he is a sword practitioner. But have any of you seen him draw his sword?"
Everyone paused for a moment; it was clear to anyone with discernment that Jin Qinghan was indeed a sword practitioner. However, he had never drawn his sword throughout all these matches, suggesting he must have some hidden tricks up his sleeve.
"Although he's impressive, he's only at the Second Layer of Yuan Realm—five realms below Iron Senior Brother—so there's still a significant gap. Even if he's a sword master, what can he do?"
Everyone thought this person made sense; the gap in realms was too large for victory to be likely. Consequently, everyone began speculating whether there would be any surprises in this competition—whether Wang Yi or Jin Qinghan or someone else could emerge as a dark horse.
On the high platform, the members of the Kaiyang Sect, led by Liu Bei, had gathered.
"Now we will begin drawing lots," Yang Kaihe announced loudly.
Twelve individuals stepped forward in turn to draw their lots.
Wang Yi drew number seven, and his opponent was Zhang Liao from the Yuan Realm, who was at the fourth level.
"Chen Zhong, Niu Meng," Liu Ba called out.
In the arena.
Niu Meng let out a loud roar, raised his fist, and charged forward. Although he was tall, his speed was not slow at all. In the blink of an eye, he reached Chen Zhong's side. His iron fist came crashing down, creating a wave of air that sent both of them staggering backward with a loud bang.
"Bastard! Come again!" Niu Meng shouted in anger after his first punch missed.
As soon as he finished speaking, he took a quick step forward and unleashed a fiery fist shadow that struck fiercely at Chen Zhong's chest. The momentum was overwhelming, and the force was immense. The air shattered around them, and the sound echoed like a tidal wave throughout the arena.
Comment 0 Comment Count