Chapter 129: Entering the Arena!
The immense hand swept across the sky, with the essence of life and death intertwining within it.
It was the head of the Tai Xuan Sect taking action.
The cloud boat was sent flying, but over a dozen figures remained standing at the original spot. Leading them was a middle-aged man in luxurious robes.
Although he appeared furious, a trace of relief flickered in his eyes. It seemed that the previous rude act was merely a test, and the result satisfied him.
“Entering my sect’s gate, one must follow the rules and not overstep,” a deep voice echoed through the heavens and earth.
At the same time, a gray-robed figure slowly appeared, with graying temples and a weathered face. His left shoulder was empty, the sleeve fluttering in the wind. Despite exuding a powerful aura, there was an inexplicable and peculiar feeling about him.
“Is this the head of the Tai Xuan Sect?”
“The legendary powerhouse of the Life and Death Realm!”
“But the head of the Tai Xuan Sect is quite bold, daring to throw out the Wanxiang Pavilion’s cloud boat. Aren’t they afraid of future repercussions?”
The crowd buzzed with discussion. However, the Wanxiang Pavilion’s behavior was indeed overstepping.
The Tai Xuan Sect was not an ordinary force. It was already on the brink of first-class power. Entering so brazenly showed a lack of respect.
“It was just a joke. Sect Master Xi is broad-minded and won’t hold a grudge, right?” the middle-aged man said with a smile.
His name was Yuan Cang, a top elder of the Wanxiang Pavilion and also a Life and Death Realm powerhouse. It seemed that the two knew each other.
“Of course not. Please take your seats,” Xie Yingqing responded calmly.
Yuan Cang smiled slightly and led his group to the fifth high platform. With their arrival, all forces were now present.
Elder Xuan Kong’s figure appeared in mid-air, his face indifferent, especially cold when looking at the Myriad Pavilion.
He finally spoke, “Today is the grand event of the Three Sects Martial Arts Tournament, as well as the significant occasion of our sect’s promotion. Your presence here brings great honor to our sect.
“Without further ado, I hereby announce the start of the Martial Arts Tournament!
“All disciples, proceed to the designated arenas according to your token numbers.”
As his words fell, streams of light shot out from the five high platforms, flying towards the martial arts arena below.
The arena was divided into five sections, allowing ten disciples to battle simultaneously.
While dividing into more areas could increase efficiency, battles of this level couldn’t just focus on speed. Spectators’ experiences had to be considered.
Too many simultaneous fights would be overwhelming. This had always been the rule for the Martial Arts Tournament.
Disciples from the three major forces entered the arena, exciting the audience in the stands.
“Look, that’s Han Luoyu!”
“He’s the first from the Tai Xuan Sect to enter?”
“It’s purely luck. He drew the token with the earliest number, so he’s up first.”
“Let me see… He’s facing a disciple from the Giant Spirit Sect. Looks unfamiliar, probably not in the top thirty of the Hidden Dragon Ranking. This match is gonna be one-sided.”
Indeed, that was the case. In the first area of the arena, as Han Luoyu stepped in, the Giant Spirit Sect disciple’s face turned pale, and sweat beaded on his forehead.
How could he stand a chance against such a top prodigy? But for the sake of his sect, he had to try.
“Giant Spirit Art: Earthquake Smash!”
The Giant Spirit Sect disciple shouted, his body suddenly towering as true essence formed a mountain shadow, crashing towards Han Luoyu like an avalanche.
However, Han Luoyu’s expression remained unchanged. He clenched his right fist and casually punched.
In an instant, it was like a heavenly flood burst forth, unstoppable!
A huge fist radiance descended from the sky, filled with an overwhelming aura, directly sending the Giant Spirit Sect disciple flying.
He spat blood and fell unconscious.
This scene shocked the surrounding spectators.
Though Han Luoyu was the top of the Hidden Dragon Ranking, everyone here was an elite, at least capable of a few moves. Yet, he ended it in one blow!
His strength was truly terrifying!
Retracting his fist, Han Luoyu suddenly looked towards the fourth area, where flames soared into the sky, engulfing and blasting an opponent away.
It was Duanmu Longque, who also had an early token and thus appeared in the first batch. However, his luck wasn’t as good, facing another Giant Spirit Sect disciple.
Despite their secret alliance, there was no choice but to fight.
The two locked eyes for a moment, sparks flying between them, signaling their mutual understanding. This would be the final battle. After the Martial Arts Tournament, both would advance, leaving the Hidden Dragon Ranking behind.
Their gaze met only briefly before they moved away, making room for the next matches. Other areas’ battles weren’t as quick. Follow current novels on novel★fire.net
Some contestants were evenly matched, leading to prolonged fights. Everyone gave their all for their sects, which many found more entertaining than one-sided victories.
Half an incense stick’s time later, the first batch of battles concluded.
Overall, the Tai Xuan Sect had the upper hand, with their disciples not facing each other and defeating their opponents. This made the leaders on the upper stands of the other three forces frown slightly, looking somewhat displeased.
The token draw was purely luck, and they had overseen it, ensuring fairness. The Tai Xuan Sect was just fortunate, and luck was indeed part of strength.
“It seems our disciples are superior,” Martial Arts Peak’s leader, Shangguan Zhi, laughed heartily. Practitioners of knife techniques, like him, were usually straightforward and bold.
“Shangguan Zhi, it’s just the first batch. Don’t get too cocky,” Duanmu Yang retorted coldly.
“The second and third batches will be the same,” Shangguan Zhi said, taking a swig from his flask.
His arrogant demeanor made the other leaders’ eyes twitch, but they quickly regained their composure.
“Junior Brother Meng, it’s your turn,” Lan Chan said, approaching. “You’re number sixteen.”
“Got it.” Meng Changqing stood up.
Being number sixteen meant he would face number seventeen.
He didn’t care who it was. No matter who, they would be defeated.