The arena matches were still going on.
Because there were so many participants, after each battle, the scene changed very frequently. Furthermore, the rules of the trial by fire were very clear to those who weren't involved.
Every participant's grid was marked with a number, which represented the number of people who had been defeated. Although the arena matches seemed to be uninterrupted, in reality, the number was what determined the ranking of the participants.
The losers would be eliminated, and their number would be given to the winner. As the number of participants decreased, the grids disappeared one by one, and the remaining participants all had numbers in the hundreds.
Among them, there were two people who attracted the most attention. They were Music Dao Child Yin Xi and Flux Sect's Yue Lingzi.
Yin Xi's number was more than 1,700, followed closely by Yue Lingzi, who had more than 1,500. As for the Dao Children of the other three sects, most of them had more than 1,000.
Similarly, there were two older disciples who didn't seem to be famous. The eight of them attracted the attention of countless disciples. As for Wang Baole's side, even though he had been in the arena many times, none of the people he had met so far were strong. Therefore, he had only accumulated three hundred points.
However … even though Wang Baole's number was very small compared to the other eight Chosen, all of the people who had been defeated by him were just like the first cultivator. They gritted their teeth and hoped that more cultivators would either be punished by Wang Baole or be punished by Wang Baole in their place.
As for Wang Baole, he didn't know what his number was, so he didn't care too much about it.
"As long as I keep winning, I'll be able to enter the finals." With this thought in mind, Wang Baole shuttled back and forth between the grids. Wherever he went, he would transform into a melody and float around.
Perhaps it was because his luck was good, or perhaps it was because most of the participants in the trial by fire were ordinary people, but Wang Baole was able to deal with all of them in the blink of an eye.
At the same time, he gradually came to realize that the Cultivators of the three Sects were all very good at concealing themselves. Almost all of the opponents he encountered were like this. Even he himself would subconsciously choose to hide in the new arena.
And the number on his body slowly increased to around five hundred in the eyes of those who had been defeated by him. However, compared to the other geniuses, it was still not very eye-catching.
Just like that, time passed. Unknowingly, Wang Baole had already lost count of how many scenes he had passed through. He had also gotten used to the previous scenes. Every time he appeared, he basically did not see any enemies.
Until this time, when Wang Baole reappeared in an arena and raised his head to look at his surroundings, his eyes suddenly narrowed!
"Finally, someone came." A feminine voice came from in front of Wang Baole.
It was a handsome man wearing a long red robe that was as red as blood. However, the environment in front of Wang Baole now was clearly out of place with this person.
The scene was that of the ruins of an ancient civilization. Desolation, deathly stillness, and grayness seemed to be the main theme of the place. Because of that, the uniqueness of the red-robed man became even more apparent.
He had a head of long hair, and sat cross-legged on a half-broken piece of dead wood. His black hair fluttered in the wind, and he held a white bone flute in his hand. He lifted his head and looked at Wang Baole.
In the blink of an eye, his gaze met Wang Baole's.
Beautiful features, feminine beauty that seemed like a man's, and dazzling red. These were the first impressions that appeared in Wang Baole's mind as soon as he saw the man.
After that, Wang Baole's gaze swept across the area and landed on the bone flute in the man's hand. Then, he looked away. With just one glance, he already had an answer in his heart. That flute was very special.
It was … a musical instrument made from the bones of the strange existence in the World of Listening. It was an instrument made specifically for cultivators of the Law of Listening.
It should be known that the strange existence in the World of Listening was almost impossible to see. That was why the bone flute itself also possessed the attribute of being invisible. In the entire Listening City, only Wang Baole could make such an instrument because he could enter the World of Listening. Other than him, the only other person who could make such an instrument was … the Lord of Listening.
"He has an instrument made by the Lord of Listening …" Wang Baole murmured in his heart. He had already guessed the man's identity.
"Dao Child," Wang Baole said slowly.
The red-robed man was one of the Dao Children of the Hengqin Sect.
At that moment, his expression was normal as he fiddled with the flute in his hand. He did not notice that Wang Baole could see the flute. Instead, he looked calmly at Wang Baole, then closed his eyes and spoke slowly.
"Concede, then get the hell out of here."
Wang Baole's eyebrows shot up. He waved his hand, and his body turned illusory. The sound of music filled the air as it shot toward the red-robed man.
At the same time, the battle between him and the red-robed man was being closely watched. Therefore, quite a few cultivators from the three Sects were watching. When they saw that Wang Baole actually dared to take the initiative to attack a Dao Child, they all shook their heads.
"This guy doesn't know what's going on."
"Dao Child Red Devil of the Hengqin Sect has reached a very high level in the Law of Listening. I heard that his self-created Ancient Blood Song can summon strange spirits and kill people without them noticing."
"There's no suspense in this battle."
As the crowd shook their heads and discussed the matter, the cultivators who had been defeated by Wang Baole were all excited. Although they had been defeated, they did not believe that Wang Baole was strong enough to compete with a Dao Child. The only exception was … the cultivator who had been defeated by Wang Baole. His eyes were wide as he stared at the small square on the battlefield. Even his breathing was a bit ragged.
"Whether or not he's a dark horse will depend on this battle!"
"If he loses, then it's over. But … if he wins, then a Heaven-defying horse has appeared in this trial by fire!"
As the cultivator watched with anticipation, the melody formed by Wang Baole whistled through the air and closed in on Dao Child Red Devil in the ruined world where Wang Baole and Dao Child Red Devil were.
"Since you overestimate yourself …" Dao Child Red Devil's red phoenix eyes suddenly opened, and they shone with a cold light and killing intent. He waved his hand slightly, and in an instant, clanging sounds could be heard. There were at least ten thousand of them, and when they connected together, they formed a shocking ripple that threw the air in all directions into chaos. It was like a gigantic vortex that instantly covered up the melody formed by Wang Baole's words!
"Then I'll let you break your Dao here." Red Devil's calm voice echoed in the air. He didn't even look at the melody that had been covered up. He stood up and was about to leave.
According to his understanding, even though it was just a casual attack from him, based on his attainments in hearing, there was no possibility for the other party to survive. But … the moment he turned around, a strong sense of danger suddenly exploded in his heart.
(End of Chapter)
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