Chapter 221 - 133: The Cold Glint Moves First, the Spear Emerges Like a Dragon
On the vast, immense plaza, twenty massive arenas suddenly rose out of thin air.
Then, incredibly profound defensive light barriers rose up and enveloped each massive arena.
The rules of the Inner Sect competition were simple: each disciple would step forward to draw lots.
They were then matched by number for one-on-one battles.
Losers were eliminated, while winners advanced.
This might not seem fair,
because a weaker disciple with bad luck might draw an expert from the Profound Celestial List and be eliminated immediately, their competition journey ending after a single round.
But on the path of Cultivation, luck is also a form of strength.
The weak are eliminated, and the fit survive.
In a battle against an enemy, they will never play fair.
If I stab you, does that mean I have to let you stab me in return?
What a joke!
...
After the Sect Leader departed,
an Elder stepped forward to preside over the drawing ceremony.
It took the time of a single incense stick to assign numbers to the disciples,
after which the drawing for the matches began.
"Group One: Han Chonghan, A-21, versus Ying Zhenyue, B-38!"
"..."
On the massive Group One arena,
two figures stood facing off from a distance.
Han Chonghan wore a long black robe. His face was plain, but his eyes radiated an intense will to fight.
Standing on the other side of the arena, Ying Zhenyue had a powerful Physique, a long saber hanging from his waist, and emanated an incredibly tyrannical aura!
Han Chonghan cupped his fists toward Ying Zhenyue, who returned the gesture of respect.
"The match... begins!!"
At the Deacon Referee’s command,
the air above the arena instantly stirred with countless ripples.
There was no hesitation, no wasted words; the moment the match started, they charged.
A cold glint flashed in Han Chonghan’s eyes. With a wave of his hand, a long spear radiating a sharp aura appeared in his grasp.
He stomped hard on the arena’s stone floor,
instantly spiderwebbing it with countless cracks.
He then kicked off the ground, transforming into a black bolt of lightning that tore through the air,
and thrust his spear down at Ying Zhenyue from mid-air.
A glint of cold light appeared first, then the spear struck like a dragon!
The light of a blade flashed in Ying Zhenyue’s eyes, which were like long sabers that could tear the heavens apart.
SWISH!
A flash of light erupted from his saber as a majestic and sharp Sword Qi soared into the sky, like a colossal Flood Dragon coiling upward, tearing through space itself.
It then hacked viciously toward the spear’s sharp glint, which seemed to descend from beyond the heavens!
BOOM!
The two tyrannical forces clashed violently,
detonating in a massive mid-air explosion.
The entire vast arena shook violently,
and the light from the saber and spear swept out in all directions, threatening to shatter space itself!
In the next instant,
Ying Zhenyue strode forward, his figure a streak of light shooting through the air. With his saber in hand, he unleashed a wild flurry of slashes.
His Sword Qi moved as fast as lightning, tearing through space as he unleashed wave after wave of sharp Sword Qi!
Han Chonghan, wielding his Spiritual Artifact spear, met the assault with a frenzied dance of thrusts, shattering the waves of Sword Qi like a demon in a chaotic frenzy.
He then shot through the air to engage Ying Zhenyue in a ferocious close-quarters battle!
The two fighters flickered across the arena!
Sharp glints of the spear, sweeping flashes of the saber!
The audience watched, utterly mesmerized, their cries of admiration unending.
Even Gu Yun was somewhat impressed.
Every True Martial Realm Cultivator had their own area of expertise,
and the various subtleties they displayed could truly broaden one’s horizons!
An hour later,
On the arena, Ying Zhenyue seized an opportunity amidst the ever-changing battle. He unleashed a vicious slash, his Sword Qi tearing through the sky and instantly sweeping his opponent aside to claim victory!
After that,
Gu Yun watched a few more matches,
and the wide variety of Absolute Techniques and other Techniques were a real eye-opener for him!
Gu Yun then closed his eyes to rest beside the arena, adjusting his condition to its absolute peak.
Half a day later,
above the Group Seven arena,
the Deacon Referee shouted:
"Group Seven,
A-36, Gu Yun, versus B-72, Qin Xuan!!!"
Below the arena, Gu Yun’s eyes snapped open. They glinted like lightning, emitting an incomparably tyrannical aura!