boyutpedia Chapter 119 Mid-Month Competition
Chapter 119 Mid-Month Competition
Chapter 118 Mid-Month Competition
Inside the quiet room, time flows like water.
Liang Cheng categorized the pills he had obtained from Elder Huang and laid them out in a row in front of him.
The True Essence Pill is used for daily cultivation, the Warm Yang Pill harmonizes the meridians, and the Source-Replenishing Pill is reserved for breaking through barriers or saving one's life in case of serious injury.
With ample resources, I'm going into seclusion to cultivate my skills.
The first book he studied was "The Broken Mountain Blade".
Chen Xuanfeng's Mountain-Splitting Blade gave Liang Cheng a completely different experience. Even with the Wind and Thunder Slash at its peak, it was still not as good as that blade.
The feeling it evokes can only be understood intuitively, not explained in words; its profound meaning transcends any technique or routine.
Liang Cheng stood still, holding the sword, pondering the Broken Mountain Blade repeatedly in his mind. At first, he had no clue and could not understand its meaning at all.
Unable to come up with a solution after much thought, Liang Cheng simply resorted to instinct and began with the simplest moves.
A knife is a knife.
One cut after another.
Then, gradually, he became oblivious to the world around him, and suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck him, and he wielded the Yue sword!
Only by eliminating hesitation, cowardice, distracting thoughts, and even breaking free from one's own constraints can one forge ahead without regret.
"I see!"
Liang Cheng's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he suddenly drew his sword, following his inner understanding, and delivered a simple horizontal slash.
Where the blade passed, a faint white trail of mist lingered in the air.
Basic knife skills.
[Broken Mountain Blade: Beginner (1/5000)]
Under this enlightenment, the Wind and Thunder Slash actually complemented each other, and within the force of wind and thunder, there was a faint sense of resolute annihilation.
However, he was only a beginner, and his power was far inferior to his own perfected Wind and Thunder Slash.
Later, Liang Cheng practiced the "Breaking Waves Technique" and the "Primordial Chaos Body" at night, with ample elixirs and the "True Meaning of Crossing the Sea."
With the support of the remaining fragments, progress was made steadily.
[The Third Level of the Broken Wave Technique: Beginner (2436/5000)]
[Primordial Body Technique: Beginner Level (2325/3000)]
During the day, he practices swordsmanship, switching between training with the Profound Yin Sword Technique.
Liang Cheng had already mastered the Profound Yin Sword Technique to the highest level, just one step away from perfection. During this period of seclusion and quiet contemplation, under the influence of his inner energy, that thin layer of paper was finally broken through.
Liang Cheng pointed his fingers like a sword, and a wisp of gray-black sword energy silently emanated from his fingertips.
Unlike before, this sword energy was condensed as solid as a substance, yet as thin as mist.
Upon its appearance, it did not stir up the slightest turbulence in the air, as if it were merely a shadow cast by light between his fingers.
Liang Cheng could clearly feel that his control over sword energy had reached an unprecedented level, as if it were an extension of his limbs, with every change clearly reflected in his mind.
[Mysterious Yin Sword Technique: Mastery (11992/12000)]
The next moment, the gray-black sword energy at the fingertip trembled very slightly, emitting a low hum, which caused the temperature in the quiet room to drop a few degrees.
[Mysterious Yin Sword Technique: Perfected]
The transition from mastery to perfection may seem like a small step, but it represents a world of difference.
As the sword energy flowed, there were no longer any obvious sounds of it cutting through the air or any cold glint; instead, there was a sense of disappearing into the environment.
It can suddenly erupt like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, or silently erode like a maggot on a bone, its trajectory unpredictable and its force subtle yet penetrating.
Previously, Liang Cheng felt there were still limitations to his moves, but after achieving perfection, his speed was pushed to the limit.
The dark gray sword energy was so fast that it was just a blur. Ordinary martial artists of the same level would probably not even be able to track the origin of the sword energy.
If Liang Cheng intends to restrain himself, even if he is very close, it will be extremely difficult for his opponent to give him a warning based on his aura. He truly achieves the goal of "hiding the sword invisibly and concealing the killing intent".
Liang Cheng slowly exhaled, dissipating the sword energy from his fingertips.
If Chen Xuanfeng knew that Liang Cheng had perfected another combat technique, he would probably be overjoyed.
After calming down, Liang Chengping continued his cultivation.
On the last day of the month, Liang Cheng finally broke through the barrier, and tomorrow would be the day Chen Xuanfeng would test him.
His aura became more restrained, his eyes shone brightly with divine light, and a faint golden light flowed endlessly beneath his skin, making his Hunyuan Gang Body defense even more solid.
[The Third Level of the Broken Wave Technique: Beginner (3236/5000)]
[Primordial Body Technique: Beginner Level (2618/3000)]
[Broken Mountain Blade: Beginner (864/5000)]
Not long after he left the customs, visitors began to arrive outside the courtyard with visiting cards.
These were all well-known families in Yunhai City. They spoke politely, prepared generous gifts, and expressed their congratulations to Liang Cheng for becoming Elder Chen's disciple, as a token of their goodwill.
Liang Cheng politely declined all of them and returned the gift list unopened.
"As a newcomer to the main academy, I should prioritize my spiritual practice. I appreciate your kindness, but please take back the gifts."
Although Liang Cheng was polite, he directly declined all the gift lists.
He knew these families were making an investment; if he accepted gifts today, he would inevitably have to repay the favors in the future. It was better to draw a clear line from the beginning.
Early the next morning, at the Chuan Gong Hall.
Liang Cheng arrived at Chen Xuanfeng's quiet room on time.
Pushing open the door, I saw three other people inside besides my master.
The leader was a man in his thirties with a square face and a calm demeanor. He was dressed in a dark blue outfit and was none other than the eldest brother, Lu Zheng.
Beside him stood a stern-faced young man in black, Leng Feng, the second senior brother.
By the window, a smiling man in a blue robe was none other than the third senior brother, Ye Zhi Qiu.
"Junior Brother is here."
Ye Zhi Qiu was the first to smile, his attitude warm and friendly.
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Lu Zheng and Leng Feng also looked at Liang Cheng, nodded slightly, their eyes scrutinizing but without any malice. Chen Xuanfeng smiled and began to introduce them, and Liang Cheng quickly cupped his hands in greeting.
"Liang Cheng greets Senior Brother, Second Senior Brother, and Third Senior Brother."
"No need for such formalities."
Lu Zheng's voice was deep and resonant as he took out a jade box from his robes and handed it over. "It's a small token of my appreciation for our first meeting. This is a piece of Sea Heart Jade. Wearing it will have a calming effect and may be of some help in cultivating your skills."
Leng Feng remained silent, simply handing over five jade bottles: "True Essence Pills, five bottles."
Ye Zhi Qiu laughed and said, "I've been spending a lot lately, so I'm not as generous as my two senior brothers. Here's a detailed map of Yunhai City for you. It marks all the shops, the distribution of forces, and even some places that I find hidden and interesting, so you won't be completely clueless."
Liang Cheng was somewhat surprised, not expecting his senior brothers to be so friendly. He quickly accepted the gifts and thanked them, saying, "Thank you, senior brothers."
Chen Xuanfeng stroked his beard, observing everything with a hint of satisfaction in his eyes. He said, "Alright, enough with the formalities. Liang Cheng, let your master see your progress over the past month."
The entrance exams started at the beginning of the month.
Liang Cheng demonstrated the circulation of true essence in the Broken Wave Technique, the Hunyuan Gang Body defense, as well as the Wind and Thunder Slash and the Profound Yin Sword Technique in turn.
He did not reveal that the Profound Yin Sword Technique had reached perfection, but only demonstrated the peak of its great success. Even so, Chen Xuanfeng nodded repeatedly.
Finally, he began practicing the Broken Mountain Blade.
Although it was just a basic horizontal slash, the nascent concept of "severance" made the air in the room freeze.
"Have you mastered the basics of the Broken Mountain Blade technique?"
A look of surprise flashed in Chen Xuanfeng's eyes, which then turned into relief.
"Excellent! You are indeed remarkably quick to grasp the basics. In just one month, you have already made some progress, far surpassing ordinary people."
Lu Zheng and the other two also looked surprised.
Although they practiced different combat techniques, they all knew that their master's Broken Mountain Blade technique was profound and extremely difficult to master. This junior brother was indeed remarkably perceptive.
Ye Zhi Qiu couldn't help but laugh and said, "It seems that our lineage is going to have a good show in the courtyard competition in the middle of the month. Junior Brother is likely to make a name for himself."
Chen Xuanfeng looked at Liang Cheng and said seriously, "There is a small competition in the academy every month. Entering the Heroes List determines your contribution point reward. The higher your ranking, the more you will receive."
"In this mid-month ranking competition, remember to go all out and show your strength, but if it is not necessary, do not hurt others easily and make deadly enemies."
"Your disciple will remember this."
Liang Cheng agreed and took the opportunity to ask a question that had been on his mind for a long time: "Master, there is something I don't understand. When I was in the Martial Academy, the competition was so fierce that it was almost like raising poisonous insects."
Why do the students and their teachers seem so different within the main academy?
Chen Xuanfeng glanced at him, then at his three disciples, and slowly said, "Times have changed."
"The martial arts academy has limited resources for selection, so it needs to determine the best candidates and invest resources in their training. Therefore, it adopts the method of raising Gu, which is simple and direct: survival of the fittest."
"But the main academy is different. The Four Islands Alliance supports the main academy, so its resources are relatively abundant. Our goal is to send as many geniuses as possible to the Penglai Sect."
"The more prodigies are selected for Penglai Sect, the more feedback and protection the main academy and even the entire Four Islands Alliance will receive in the future."
At this point, his gaze became distant. "If that's the case," he said, "why let these geniuses among geniuses be needlessly wasted in internal strife?"
"The main hospital doesn't need to breed or cultivate them; it only needs to create an environment and carefully nurture them so that they can learn from each other and grow together."
Upon hearing this, Liang Cheng suddenly realized what was going on.
The principle is actually the same as in his previous life, where he struggled at the bottom of society, lacked resources, and had to fight tooth and nail for any opportunity.
The upper class has more resources and is more willing to invest in the future, creating a virtuous cycle. The lower class is focused on survival, while the upper class enjoys life.
"Disciple understands."
Different environments naturally lead to different rules.
We must also change our own behavior.
After the examination was over, Chen Xuanfeng gave a few more pointers on the key points of cultivation, and then dismissed everyone.
Before leaving, Lu Zheng said to Ye Zhi Qiu, "Third Junior Brother, since Junior Brother entered the academy, he has been cultivating diligently for days. He may not be familiar with Yunhai City yet. You can take him around to relax him a bit."
Ye Zhi Qiu readily agreed: "That's exactly what I was thinking."
Yunhai City, West Market.
Ye Zhi Qiu was indeed a good guide, leading Liang Cheng through the streets and alleys, introducing the local customs and sights.
He pointed out restaurants, teahouses, weapon shops, herbal medicine shops, and even some secluded places specifically for martial artists to exchange ideas.
"That's Jubao Pavilion up ahead. There happens to be an auction today; I heard there are some good items. Shall we go take a look?"
Ye Zhi Qiu suggested.
Liang Cheng's heart stirred, and he nodded.
The Jubaoxuan Auction House is resplendent with gold and jade.
Ye Zhi Qiu was clearly quite important. After revealing his identity, the waiter respectfully led the two to a private room on the second floor, with a wide view overlooking the entire room.
The auction is underway, with various elixirs, materials, weapons, and even incomplete cultivation techniques appearing one after another, and the sounds of bidding rising and falling.
Liang Cheng's gaze, however, fell on a well-off, round-faced middle-aged man near the main seat below the stage, who was chatting and laughing in hushed tones with someone.
Qian Wanjin.
Seemingly sensing Liang Cheng's gaze, Qian Wanjin also looked up and met Liang Cheng's eyes.
His smile froze for a moment, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure and even nodded towards Liang Cheng from afar, his smile beaming.
Liang Cheng remained calm, nodded slightly, and then looked away.
Not long after, Liang Cheng was drawn to a weapon at the auction.
A hidden sword.
The sword is less than 1.2 feet long and is made entirely of deep-sea cold iron. The blade has no fancy decorations, but when the light flows, it reveals a layer of dark, watery black light, as if it can absorb the surrounding light.
His own Xuan Yin Sword Technique was perfected, and it was a perfect match for this sword.
He had intended to forge a sword in Linwu City, but due to a series of unforeseen events, he has yet to find a suitable short sword.
"like?"
Ye Zhi Qiu suddenly spoke up, and Liang Cheng nodded.
"Third Senior Brother, I don't have enough silver on me, could you lend me some?"
"Junior brother, you underestimate our main academy. Our contribution points are valid in all merchant guilds across the Four Islands Alliance."
"One contribution point is worth one gold!"
"If you prefer to bid directly, you can transfer your contribution points later."
Liang Cheng was taken aback. "They'll admit it?"
"Naturally, this is a privilege reserved for disciples of the main academy, and it's extremely valuable and hard to find. They'd love to get the main academy's contribution points."
Liang Cheng felt relieved and directly acquired the hidden sword for 100 contribution points, completely satisfied.
After the auction ended, Ye Zhi Qiu also won a small piece of deep-sea cold iron.
As soon as the two stepped out of the Jubao Pavilion, a man who appeared to be a manager quickly approached them and said respectfully, "Are you Young Master Liang? My master invites you to have tea in the back hall."
Ye Zhi Qiu looked at Liang Cheng at this moment, seemingly surprised that Liang Cheng had any connection with the people of Ju Bao Xuan.
Liang Cheng hesitated for a moment, then said, "Senior brother, please wait a moment, I'll be right back."
The aroma of tea wafts through the back hall of Jubaoxuan.
Qian Wanjin personally poured tea, his face beaming with smiles: "Master Liang, it's been so long since we parted ways in Linwu City, and I never imagined we'd meet again in Yunhai City. Your demeanor is even more impressive than before, congratulations!"
Liang Cheng picked up his teacup and said calmly, "Manager Qian, you're too kind. May I ask what brings you here?"
Qian Wanjin sighed, his expression becoming sincere: "To be honest, what happened in Linwu City that day was a misunderstanding. It was all because the servants misunderstood and did the wrong thing."
"Moreover, Mr. Qian was acting under orders from the main building, and there were many unavoidable circumstances. The head of the building specifically instructed that if he were to see the true master again, he must apologize in person and resolve the past grievances."
He pushed a brocade box over: "This is a small token of my apology. I hope you will forgive my previous misunderstanding."
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Liang Cheng didn't even glance at the brocade box, but looked at Qian Wanjin and suddenly smiled: "Manager Qian, you flatter me. These are just old matters, and I no longer care about them."
"Jubaoxuan's business spans all four islands, and Mr. Liang may need to rely on it in the future."
His tone was calm and polite.
A hint of suspicion flashed in Qian Wanjin's eyes, but it was quickly masked by a smile: "Your Excellency is magnanimous; if needed in the future, Jubao Pavilion will certainly do its utmost!"
After exchanging a few more pleasantries, Liang Cheng got up to take his leave.
They walked out of the back hall, met up with Ye Zhi Qiu, and left Ju Bao Xuan.
Ye Zhi Qiu glanced at Liang Cheng: "Do you know anyone at Ju Bao Xuan?"
Liang Cheng smiled but didn't say anything.
No matter how humble Qian Wanjin was or how eloquently he spoke, he could not erase the scheming he had committed in Linwu City, which led to Yang Wei's tragic death.
He always remembered this debt.
There's still a long way to go.
The main hospital.
After returning to his small courtyard, Liang Cheng continued to live a secluded life, diligently cultivating his spiritual practice.
Before we knew it, the mid-month competition had arrived.
Just as dawn was breaking, the third senior brother, Ye Zhi Qiu, rushed to the gate of Liang Cheng's No. 42 courtyard and banged on it without any politeness.
"Junior brother! Hurry up, it's all up to you today!"
As soon as Liang Chenggang pushed open the courtyard gate, Ye Zhiqi familiarly hooked her arm around his shoulder and pulled him toward the Trial Peak, whispering as they walked:
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"Listen to your senior brother, don't hold back today. In our Transmission Hall lineage, you've been the most outstanding lately. Master may not say it, but he's very concerned. It would be best if you could break into the top fifty of the Heroes Ranking in one go, so that the other lineages can see our good judgment!"
Liang Cheng nodded: "I'll do my best."
"Hey, that's right!"
Ye Zhi Qiu grinned, then leaned closer. "However, most of the monsters in the top forty are at the late or even peak stage of True Essence, and they have been cultivating for longer than you. We don't need to confront them head-on for now; there's plenty of time."
Everyone here is a prodigy of the martial arts academy. Upon advancing to the True Qi Realm, they all condense four or five True Qi Seeds, or even more, making them indeed stronger in combat.
Even at the same level, the difference in ability between people can be as vast as heaven and earth.
As the two were talking, they arrived at the vast plaza at the foot of Trial Peak.
The square was bustling with activity as hundreds of inner court disciples gathered, their auras mingling, creating a truly spectacular sight.
Liang Cheng's gaze swept across the crowd and he quickly spotted two familiar figures.
Qin Wentian remained dressed in brocade robes, holding his sword, his posture aloof and proud, leaving a natural circle of empty space around him.
Xiao Qingxue stood quietly not far away, her white dress as white as snow, her temperament aloof, as if she didn't care about the noise around her at all.
The two saw Liang Cheng almost simultaneously, their eyes met, Qin Wentian nodded slightly, a flash of fighting spirit in his eyes; Xiao Qingxue nodded gently as a greeting.
Just then, Liang Cheng felt a cold gaze fixed on his back.
He glanced sideways without making a sound, and saw that on the other side of the crowd, Fu Qingyun was standing next to a handsome and aloof young man dressed in black, bowing slightly and whispering something, his eyes occasionally glancing at Liang Cheng with undisguised hatred and resentment.
The young man in black had a cold and stern face and a refined aura. Upon hearing this, he merely turned his head slightly and glanced in the direction where Liang Cheng was.
His gaze was calm, yet it held a scrutinizing quality.
Liang Cheng remained expressionless and looked away.
Ye Zhi Qiu followed his gaze and frowned: "That's Shi Jun from Zhenyue Peak, a late-stage True Yuan Realm peak cultivator, ranked thirty-eighth in the inner courtyard. He's a tough opponent."
"Junior brother, I heard that you defeated Fu Qingyun. That kid has indeed gone to find a backer. Junior brother, be careful. Shi Jun is notoriously protective of his own and unreasonable."
"Um."
Liang Cheng responded, but his heart remained unmoved.
With the rules of the ring set in advance, and under the watchful eyes of everyone, even if the opponent wants to trip them up, they must follow the rules.
"All newly admitted disciples, step forward and draw lots!"
A black-robed deacon announced loudly, his voice drowning out the clamor of the room.
Liang Cheng, Qin Wentian, Xiao Qingxue, and more than thirty others stepped out of the crowd and took turns drawing a jade token engraved with a number from the jade tube in the deacon's hand.
Liang Cheng glanced at the jade tablet in his hand—"Jia Qi".
"The draw is complete. Enter the arena according to your assigned number! The rules for the preliminary rounds remain the same: anyone who concedes, falls off the stage, or loses their fighting ability is considered to have lost. Intentionally causing death or maiming is strictly prohibited and will be severely punished!"
"Now—begin!"
On the ten arenas, a fierce clash of energies erupted instantly.
Qin Wentian drew "Level 3", and his opponent was a swordsman at the peak of the True Qi Realm.
The opponent's expression was solemn, and he launched a full-scale attack from the start, with sword flashing like a waterfall.
However, Qin Wentian simply stood still until the blade was right in front of him, at which point the long sword in his bosom was drawn half an inch from its sheath.
choke!
A flash of blue light appeared briefly and then disappeared.
The disciple practicing the sword stood frozen in place, sword and all, a clean tear silently appearing in his shirt, yet his skin remained unharmed.
His face turned deathly pale. After a long while, he dejectedly sheathed his sword, bowed deeply, and said, "Thank you for sparing my life, Senior Brother Qin."
Qin Wentian sheathed his sword, nodded slightly, and turned to leave the stage.
The whole process took no more than three breaths.
On the other side, on the "Grade 5" arena, Xiao Qingxue's opponent was a burly disciple skilled in boxing. He roared, his true energy surging, and his fist, fierce and powerful, struck directly at Xiao Qingxue's face.
Xiao Qingxue did not move, but simply raised her slender fingers and pointed in the air.
A wisp of icy blue sword energy arrived first, striking the opponent's fist precisely.
The burly man's forward momentum came to an abrupt halt. His entire arm was instantly covered with a thin layer of frost, and the chill seeped into his body, causing him to shiver. His attack collapsed.
He was quite straightforward, and decisively clasped his hands in a fist and palm salute: "Senior Sister Xiao's cultivation is profound, I concede defeat."
Xiao Qingxue nodded slightly, gracefully stepped off the stage, her aloofness unchanged.
The two's impressive performance drew gasps from the veteran disciples of the inner court.
This year's newcomers are exceptionally strong.
Many eyes then turned to Liang Cheng, who had not yet appeared. He had previously defeated Fu Qingyun and was known for his fierce reputation.
"Seventh Arena, Liang Cheng, yes, Yan Kuan!"
Liang Cheng leaped onto the ring.
His opponent was none other than Yan Kuan, the burly man in the early True Essence Realm who wielded two hammers during his entrance trial.
Yan Kuan looked at Liang Cheng, a wry smile on his face, and scratched his head: "Senior Brother Liang, I didn't expect to run into you again so soon."
Liang Cheng clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Junior Brother Yan, please."
Yan Kuan took a deep breath, gripped the two hammers tightly, and unleashed his inner energy and true essence. With a loud shout, the two hammers whipped up a violent gust of wind and slammed down on Liang Cheng from the left and right!
Their momentum was even greater than during the trial, clearly indicating that they had made progress in recent days.
However, faced with this fierce attack, Liang Cheng didn't even draw his sword this time.
He simply raised his right hand, fingers pointing like a sword, and gently tapped the incoming hammer shadow.
【Mysterious Yin Sword Technique - Penetrating Bone】.
A wisp of condensed, dark gray sword energy shot out silently, faster than anyone could imagine. It arrived first despite being delayed, piercing through the surging hammer wind and striking Yan Kuan's right wrist with unparalleled precision.
Yan Kuan's whole body trembled violently. He felt a soft, cold force instantly penetrate into the meridians of his arm. His entire right arm felt as if it had been pierced by ice needles, both sore and numb. His true energy circulation suddenly stopped, and his hammering momentum involuntarily dissipated.
He barely managed to maintain his offensive with his left hammer, but he had already lost his rhythm.
Liang Cheng didn't move his feet, but slightly turned his body and his left hand shot out like lightning, gently pressing and guiding the opponent's left hammer.
【The power of a wild bull - unloading force】.
Yan Kuan suddenly felt a powerful yet flexible force coming from him, causing the hammer to involuntarily tilt to one side, and his feet to stagger, leaving him wide open.
Liang Cheng's right sword finger had silently stopped three inches in front of his throat.
The sword energy at his fingertips was contained yet not unleashed, chilling to the bone.
Yan Kuan's forehead instantly broke out in a sweat. He decisively let go, and the two hammers landed with a "clatter" to the ground. He then cleanly clasped his hands in a fist salute.
"Senior Brother Liang is amazing, I admit defeat!"
There was a moment of silence in the audience, followed by some murmurs.
"Another trick?"
"This Liang Cheng is indeed no ordinary person."
"His finger techniques are sharp, and his movements are steady; he's got some skill."
Liang Cheng withdrew his finger, nodded to Yan Kuan, and turned to leave the stage.
As the competition progressed, the strongest among the newly admitted disciples gradually emerged.
Besides Liang Cheng and his two companions who advanced without any suspense, there were also three or four other disciples who performed impressively, including some at the True Essence Realm.
As the draw changed again and the battle intensified, Liang Cheng, Qin Wentian, and Xiao Qingxue's gazes unexpectedly met once more in mid-air.
During the entrance trial, the arena battle that was not completed due to the Master's intervention, and the competitive spirit that was forcibly suppressed, was quietly rekindled.
Sword intent surged in Qin Wentian's eyes. When he looked at Liang Cheng and Xiao Qingxue, his previous calmness was gone, replaced by a burning desire to challenge them.
A barely perceptible ripple stirred within Xiao Qingxue's aura of coldness as she gently grasped the hilt of her sword.
Liang Cheng slowly pressed his hand on the hilt of the Zhengxian sword at his waist, his eyes calm, yet a restrained sharpness was faintly revealed.
The three invisible forces, though not directly clashing, had already subtly formed a delicate confrontation, drawing the attention of nearby disciples who instinctively looked over, their gazes shifting back and forth between the three in surprise and suspicion.
On the high platform, several scholars who were watching the battle also turned their gazes over.
"Oh? These three little guys are finally getting interesting."
An elderly man with white hair and beard stroked his beard and smiled.
"The suppressed fighting spirit has been ignited at this moment, and the upcoming match will probably be truly exciting."
The black-robed deacon glanced at the jade slip containing the matchups in his hand and loudly announced the results of the next round of the draw, his voice carrying clearly throughout the hall: "Next match, Qin Wentian, versus Liang Cheng!"
"Xiao Qingxue, yes, Zheng Xiao!"
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