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"Hey, how about trying a challenge? I have a spot on the Ranking." Ren Pingsheng wandered around outside, asking anyone he saw.
He had already exhausted all the challenge letters for High-Level Warrior cultivation. He looked down on the challenge letters for Mid-Level Warrior cultivation. So for the time being, it had become quiet. However, he still hadn't mastered the fusion of Artistic Conception and Sword Momentum, and needed to continue with Battle. That's why he had that earlier scene.
Many disciples only glanced at him before turning away. Now the entire Outer Court knew there was a Mid-Level Warrior battle fanatic who wanted to drag people into duels every day. He had spots on the Ranking, but his strength was terrifyingly formidable; dozens of disciples with High-Level Warrior cultivation had already been defeated by him.
Now when they encountered Ren Pingsheng, it was like encountering a plague. They didn't even dare greet him, fearing that a simple conversation would lead to being dragged into a duel.
"Is it really like this? You're giving up such a good opportunity." Seeing the disciples avoiding him, Ren Pingsheng felt somewhat helpless. All he wanted was to find someone to spar with; did it have to be such a big deal? No matter how much he complained, after wandering around for a while, no one challenged him.
"Let's go quickly; I heard that Bai Mu from the East Courtyard accepted a challenge from a Perfection State warrior." Some passing disciples whispered with laughter.
"Bai Mu? Is that the guy who broke through to the eighth level of the Puppet Tower? Let's go take a look." He had nothing else to do and decided to join in on the excitement.
This Duel was taking place on the Dueling Platform in the central square. The Surroundings were already packed with people. Ren Pingsheng struggled hard to squeeze his way in.
"This Yu Long is a Perfect Realm Warrior. How arrogant of Bai Mu to accept! Does he think that just because he got a spot on the Bronze Ranking, he's invincible?" Some disciples watching couldn't help but express their disdain or jealousy.
"Hey, don't be so upset; if he made it onto the Ranking, it means his strength isn't weak. This might just be an exciting Match," some other disciples were optimistic about this match.
Bai Mu, dressed in a green robe, stood expressionless on stage, quietly waiting for his opponent's arrival.
"Haha, should I thank you, Bai Mu, or call you foolish? Your spot is mine now." A figure appeared on stage. Many didn't notice how he got there, showcasing his impressive Movement Technique. This person was none other than Yu Long, looking handsome and charismatic.
Bai Mu merely glanced at him and said nothing before drawing his sword. Yu Long, who initially planned to boast, had no choice but to abandon that thought and met him with his sword drawn.
The strength of Yu Long, a Perfect Realm Warrior, was undeniable. Each strike was powerful, with True Qi surging. The disciples watching near the Dueling Platform felt their breath constricted.
However, Bai Mu remained as steadfast as a rock amidst stormy seas. No matter how fierce or cunning Yu Long's attacks were, he managed to block them in time and occasionally seized opportunities to counterattack with two strikes.
"It feels like this Bai Mu isn't using all his strength; could he be looking for someone to practice swordsmanship with?" After watching for a while below, Ren Pingsheng muttered to himself. Although a Perfect Realm Warrior was powerful, it was impossible for them to be suppressed without any chance to counterattack.
"If that's true, this guy is quite something." His expression became somewhat strange because he himself was also looking for someone to practice swordsmanship with; it wasn't that he feared accepting challenges from Perfect Realm Warriors, but rather that battling them left him little time to focus on merging his understanding of Artistic Conception and Sword Momentum.
"You see, I just said it. This Bai Mu is still no match, and now there's even no chance to fight back," a disciple who was not pleased immediately called out triumphantly.
However, just after he finished speaking, Bai Mu changed the momentum of his sword and suddenly went on the offensive. He caught Yu Long off guard. Yu Long had thought the situation was entirely in his favor and victory was assured. But he was also someone who had weathered storms, quickly adjusting his state. On the stage, the sword energy filled the air as both engaged in a back-and-forth exchange, showcasing an exciting duel.
"Tsk tsk... this Bai Mu is impressive, not at all inferior to a perfected realm warrior," some disciples who had anticipated the match couldn't help but exclaim.
Many who initially thought it would be a one-sided battle now obediently closed their mouths. They focused intently on the contest, imagining how they would handle such a fight if they were in it, hoping to gain experience from it.
"This... the power of this sword strike definitely exceeds high-level sword techniques; could it be..." Ren Pingsheng below the stage looked astonished as he witnessed the decisive blow.
He had already mastered high-level sword techniques perfectly; even if there were some differences among them, it shouldn't be this exaggerated. However, the sword technique that Bai Mu just used had a power at least double that of high-level techniques.
"Top-tier mysterious level sword technique; Bai Mu has truly hidden his depth. But now that he has won the match, I fear no one will covet his spot anymore." He felt somewhat envious of top-tier sword techniques; however, such things are rare and cannot be obtained merely by envy.
He indeed had many sword techniques in his spatial ring, including quite a few mysterious level ones and even some earth level ones. Unfortunately, he lacked top-tier mysterious level ones, which left him helpless. However, he thought that if he could integrate Artistic Conception with sword momentum, its power would surpass even that of top-tier sword techniques.
With five days remaining, a month had passed. The atmosphere in the entire Outer Court was filled with tension. Whether challengers or those being challenged, everyone was carefully selecting their opponents. Time was running out; there were only a few battles left among thousands of challengers, making each individual's chances very slim.
Yet every day there were still over ten matches taking place, each one exceptionally intense. The opponents chosen were evenly matched or slightly inferior; however, in pursuit of their last opportunity, many fought desperately. The differences in strength had long become less apparent.
Ren Pingsheng could be considered the most relaxed among them. Even if he didn't participate in the matches, it didn't matter because he had already fought enough times. Every day he spent watching match after match in the central square. In the evenings, he analyzed and absorbed their strengths to incorporate into his own sword techniques.
As for integrating Artistic Conception with sword momentum, due to the lack of suitable opponents, he could only practice slowly by himself. The results were somewhat lacking but gradually yielded some gains.
On the final day, he found a perfected realm warrior disciple for a sparring session and ultimately won without any danger. It marked a perfect conclusion to this challenge assessment.
The month-long challenge competition came to an end. Some were happy while others were sorrowful; there’s no need to elaborate on that here.
In the central square stood one hundred disciples—the final victors of this bronze ranking battle. They either appeared calm or wore expressions of joy. After a month of anxiety and fear, at this moment they could finally breathe easy without worrying about having their spots snatched away.
"Very well, you have gone through layers of selection to reach this point; I am very pleased. This shows that whether in strength or ability you are all top-notch and worthy of the honor of the bronze ranking. The competition for the bronze ranking has come to an end."
Ren Pingsheng did not know what this elder's name was; throughout the entire assessment for the bronze ranking battle, it had been him alone presiding over it all. After all, he had been here for a short time and only sensed that his strength was unfathomable.
"Perhaps many of you are puzzled because traditionally there should still be an Arena competition to determine the final rankings. Why has it come to an end?" The elder on stage seemed to know what they were thinking and voiced their thoughts aloud.
"Actually, this time the Bronze Ranking is a bit different from previous ones. The final ranking battle will not be conducted in the Arena. Do you remember when I told you that there is a task you need to complete?" The hundred disciples below immediately brightened their eyes. How could they forget? That was the opportunity to obtain the highest-level secret manual. They thought about it every day.
"Seeing the look in your eyes, I already know. This task will determine your final ranking, so you must take it seriously. Remember, the task will start in half a month, and at that time, you will be informed of the location and objectives. For these next two weeks, you should rest well; if your strength can improve further, that would be even better. To be honest with you, this task carries considerable danger."
Danger? For martial artists, danger is the least of their fears. From the moment they stepped onto this path, they were destined to face numerous dangers and challenges. To become stronger, they must brave any peril.
The disciples below shared the same thoughts; was danger frightening to them? Of course it was frightening—who wants to be in danger? But for them, was danger truly terrifying? Not really; as long as there are substantial rewards, they are willing to take risks and fight for it. And this time, the top-level secret manual was enough to make them envious and eager.
"Then we will see each other in half a month!" The elder on stage chuckled lightly and vanished in an instant.
For a moment, none of the hundred disciples below left; they were all contemplating the task that awaited them in half a month and what they should do next.
"Ren Brother, are you also worried about the task in half a month?" Chu Yanran asked with a radiant smile as she stood beside him. She had also secured her spot this time and became one of the members of the Bronze Ranking. With her high-level martial artist cultivation, being able to stand here meant she was no ordinary person.
Speaking of this Bronze Ranking, there were four disciples with high-level martial artist cultivation: Feng Yi, Chu Yanran, Bai Mu, and another unfamiliar disciple. The previous five high-level disciples who entered the ranking could not maintain their positions and were replaced by other perfected martial artists.
"Yes, this task is likely not simple. Even the elder mentioned that there would be considerable danger," Ren Pingsheng nodded.
"Hehe, how about we team up then? That way we can handle any danger together."
"Haha, if Yanran wants to team up, why look for this coward? With me around, what danger is there to fear!" A robust man walked over, interjecting with a mix of disdain and pride.
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