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In the morning, Xu Feng came out and briefly greeted his companions, sharing his cultivation progress and expressing his gratitude. Although this was expected, the four of them still cheered. Wang Yuexin pulled Xu Feng towards Delicious Hall, but he quickly declined, as their few spirit stones couldn't afford such indulgence.
The only regret was that even though his strength had reached the Refining Qi Second Layer, the Golden Arrow in the mysterious space remained at Fire Element One Star. It seemed that the change in strength was not enough to alter the level of his Archery Skills.
The five of them continued their cultivation as the New Moon Sect Competition was approaching, and anything could happen in the race for a spot. Xu Feng continued practicing Fire Technique, consolidating his Refining Qi Second Layer to an upper-middle level. He then shifted to practicing Combat Techniques.
Although still at Fire Element One Star, with the strength of Refining Qi Second Layer applied through Arrow Meridian to Sad Arrow, its attack power had increased significantly. If before Freckled Man had a chance to attack, now he would have no choice but to flee when facing Xu Feng. Even against a cultivator at Refining Qi Fifth Layer, Xu Feng felt confident he could win.
Since Baixian Pavilion was not suitable for archery practice, Xu Feng took Kong Xian to feel the arrow's intent transmitted through it. As his strength grew, the bow named Sadness became increasingly easy to handle; a mid-grade magical weapon was quite decent for a Refining Qi Stage cultivator.
After putting away his bow and arrows, Xu Feng took out the Xuan Tie Heavy Sword and lightly performed several moves of Spirit Serpent Sword Technique, creating mesmerizing Light and Shadow effects with the heavy sword. Now that he had mastered Spirit Serpent Sword Technique, Xu Feng infused it with the blade intent from Mo's Blade Technique. When he thrust the sword, it was neither purely a sword nor a blade; even an experienced Swordmaster would struggle to discern Xu Feng's sword path.
Xu Feng spent two full hours practicing with his heavy sword, using Golden Yuan Slash as his spiritual energy for wielding it. The Golden Attribute Cultivation Method was sharp and powerful; with Jinxi assisting him with the heavy sword, his combat power could rival that of a Fourth Layer of Qi Refinement cultivator.
Xu Feng registered for the competition with his Qi Refinement First Layer strength, participating in the New Moon Sect selection for junior disciples under eighteen. Given his current strength, barring any unforeseen circumstances, he could almost sweep all opponents. However, due to the unpredictable nature of competitions, Xu Feng had to remain vigilant.
Before long, the day of the competition arrived.
That morning, Xu Feng was the first to leave his room and woke up the other four. They hurriedly had breakfast and checked their gear before confidently stepping out of Baixian Pavilion. One of them had taken a Shape-Shifting Pill and used a Concealment Talisman beforehand.
As its name suggests, Shape-Shifting Pill alters the user's form. After taking it, their heights and weights changed quickly; although not drastically different, they were certainly not recognizable compared to before. Coupled with the Concealment Talisman’s effect, even if Qinghua Gang's White Eagle were right in front of them, it likely wouldn't recognize them.
When Xu Feng and his companions arrived at Mountain Valley, they found that many people had already gathered in front of New Moon Sect for registration. The crowd was divided into fifteen groups of one hundred each, standing orderly despite being somewhat crowded.
After registering their names, they were dispersed into different groups; Xu Feng ended up in Group Three.
Not long after, a host known as the White-Clad Monk announced the competition rules: Senior Disciples would compete in two rounds, while Mid-Level Disciples would compete in three rounds, with elimination occurring in each round, all to be completed within a day.
As soon as the rules were announced, the crowd erupted. What kind of rules were these? It was an incredibly grueling schedule, especially for the Mid-Level Disciples. Three rounds of competition meant that even training would be exhausting.
With this news, dozens of lower-level participants automatically withdrew from the competition.
The host paid no mind to this; it was his domain, and he was in charge. He coldly snorted at the departing cultivators. The crowd was led into the Mountain Valley, where the original Fairy Market had vanished, replaced by thirty marble platforms for competition.
The platforms were divided into ten each for high-level, mid-level, and low-level disciples. The cultivators were brought to their respective platforms. There were only three groups for Senior Disciples and six groups each for Mid-Level and Low-Level Disciples.
Without giving the cultivators time to discuss, the host had already arranged for secretaries, and three disciples from the New Moon Sect each took a list and began to read names.
“Senior Disciple match: Li Ming versus Lin Shuhao.”
“Mid-Level Disciple match: Yang Pu versus Liu Qiang.”
“Low-Level Disciple match: Guo Aifang versus Yu Zaiyang.”
The competition began, and the opposing cultivators exchanged polite fist salutes before immediately engaging in combat.
In just a few moments, three loud shouts echoed as the three cultivators were knocked off their platforms. The spectators below hadn’t even grasped what had happened before the matches concluded. Was it really that fast?
Indeed, it was that fast. Xu Feng had watched plenty of boxing matches online before and quickly realized the reason: the disparity in strength between the two sides was simply too great.
Indeed, in the following matches, none lasted more than three rounds, with victories decided in less than twenty seconds. Usually, it was a single move that determined the outcome.
Watching the cultivators continuously take the stage only to be knocked off again, Xu Feng realized this was a deliberate arrangement by the host. The competition was divided into three groups, each containing three tiers of participants. The first to third layers of Qi Refinement were classified as the low-level group, the fourth to sixth layers as the intermediate group, and the seventh to tenth layers as the high-level group.
The First Layer of Qi Refinement and the Third Layer of Qi Refinement were completely on different levels. Unless one had exceptional talent, it was difficult for those in the lower tiers to win. The host clearly intended to pit the strongest against the weakest, ensuring that the lower tier would be instantly defeated. No wonder all matches needed to be completed quickly; at this rate, perhaps they wouldn't even need to finish one full round.
Xu Feng felt a bit embarrassed; as a newcomer registered at the first layer, he was bound to face someone from the third layer.
"In the low-level disciple match, Xu Feng versus Aodorm."
Sure enough, as soon as he stepped onto the stage, the tall and muscular Aodorm let out a light laugh at Xu Feng and gestured downwards with his chin, implying: "Jump down yourself; I won't hurt you."
Xu Feng found it both amusing and infuriating; Aodorm was incredibly arrogant. Drawing his Xuan Tie Heavy Sword, Xu Feng didn't dare to stand out too much and mostly relied on his basic strength from being at the second layer to compete with Aodorm.
Aodorm had originally planned to knock Xu Feng off the stage in three moves, but as they continued fighting, he became increasingly alarmed. Now they were nearing thirty moves, and this guy who appeared to be only at the Refining Qi Second Layer was still standing in front of him.
After a few more minutes of fighting, the host grew somewhat impatient. They weren't concerned about how strong these two were; they just wanted to wrap things up quickly and move on to the next match.
Xu Feng also didn't dare prolong the battle. After all, facing someone from the third layer while being at the second layer meant he would inevitably suffer some disadvantages. If it weren't for his exceptional swordsmanship, he would have been knocked off the stage long ago. However, defeating Aodorm was no easy task. Seeing more and more surprised gazes from the crowd, Xu Feng seized an opportunity and unleashed a double Arrow Meridian strike, sending Aodorm flying. To outsiders, it seemed like Xu Feng had won by sheer luck.
"Xu Feng wins." The host only cared about the result and not the process; they quickly moved on to the next match.
Aodorm's face went through various shades of white and red as he stood offstage but ultimately restrained himself from confronting Xu Feng and left in frustration.
Xu Feng was brought into the crowd of the Winning Side, and the cultivators couldn't help but take a closer look at him as he entered. Xu Feng was the first victor to achieve a win against a stronger opponent.
The battles on the first and third floors had finally concluded, leaving only the matches from the second floor. This was considered a fair matchup, and influenced by the previous competitions, both sides accelerated their attacks, quickly determining the outcome.
Before long, the First Round of matches came to an end. The middle and low-level groups each had fewer than three hundred participants remaining, while the high-level group had only a little over a hundred left due to the smaller number of contestants.
After a brief rest, the second round of matches began again.
This time, the disparity in strength was not as pronounced, and the participants fought fiercely for victory. Various tactics were employed—poisons, hidden weapons, talismans—anything that could turn the tide of battle was used. The arena was filled with cries of pain, curses, and sounds of broken limbs.
In this round, Xu Feng had better luck and faced another cultivator from the second floor. Since Xu Feng had risen after defeating Aodomu from the Qi Refining Third Layer, no one found it strange when he easily knocked his opponent away with double the strength. Xu Feng effortlessly secured victory in his second match.
Two hours later, the second round concluded. The high-level group did not continue to compete after this round; over sixty victors were taken into the New Moon Sect's courtyard.
The middle and low-level groups still had over a hundred participants each and would proceed to the next round of matches.
Finally, there was time for adjustments before the last round. The competing cultivators rested until they were notified of their matches at dusk.
The high-level group had finished their matches, leaving ten competition platforms empty. Half of the low-level group was moved over while the middle-level group continued at their original location. Now, only high-ranking cultivators remained on stage; in the middle group were those at Refining Qi Sixth Layer, while in the low-level group were those at Qi Refining Third Layer. Participants like Xu Feng at Refining Qi Second Layer were extremely rare.
Both groups still had over a hundred participants remaining. Xu Feng looked around in the low-level group and only saw Xufeng and Yan Gao.
The competition began; this was a decisive battle for survival. From the very start, it was exceptionally brutal—blood and flesh flying was just child's play; many suffered broken arms and legs, and by the end, some even lost their lives.
In this battle, Xu Feng encountered a stroke of bad luck, facing a wealthy second-generation heir who was not weak in strength. Xu Feng managed to exhaust his opponent's stamina with double the effort, but unexpectedly, the guy pulled out a stack of Martial Talismans, and they were the high-grade low-level ones, which had significant destructive power.
Under the assault of the opponent's Martial Talismans, Xu Feng dodged left and right, feeling dizzy from the chaos. By the time the opponent ran out of Martial Talismans, Xu Feng was exhausted and felt like a dead dog. Thus, both of them sat on the ground, panting heavily and staring at each other.
"Xu Feng wins," the host announced inexplicably.
Xu Feng scratched his head, still confused about what had just happened when the wealthy heir jumped up and protested loudly. However, his voice was cut short as a White-Clad Monk grabbed him by the neck and threw him away.
Seeing this situation, the onlookers dared not say much; a few lewd men even took the lead in applauding, expressing that the New Moon Monk was wise and decisive, serving as a model for all cultivators.
Having won the third match, Xu Feng had one foot firmly planted in the New Moon Sect.
The intense competition continued until it was completely dark. The final list of disciples who emerged victorious from the New Moon Sect was announced; Xu Feng and Yan Gao were fortunate enough to be selected but both sustained varying degrees of injuries. Wang Yuexin and Yan Xing faced strong opponents in the second round and did not advance.
The winners gathered in the courtyard of the New Moon Sect. There were sixty-five in the advanced group, sixty-eight in the intermediate group, and seventy in the beginner group. The host congratulated the victors with some lukewarm remarks before disbanding the teams, allowing the cultivators to return to their personal matters. Ming Yi had already arrived here to meet up before heading to the New Moon Sect.
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