The Nine Dragons Group
There were over a hundred martial artists gathered here. Almost all of them were seven dragons, eight dragons, or nine dragons. There were young people and old people.
Therefore, the Water Moon Sect divided them into ten groups.
"Everyone, please follow me."
Suddenly, an inner disciple of the Water Moon Sect jumped out and led everyone away.
No one dared to object. After all, every inner disciple of the Water Moon Sect had the strength of at least ten dragons. Most of them had the strength of thirteen or fourteen dragons. It was more than enough to defeat them.
Then, the 150 or so people were led to an arena of the Water Moon Sect. There were at least a few hundred people sitting in the stands on three sides of the arena. There were many disciples, guardians, and even elders of the Water Moon Sect.
"Everyone, there are ten small arenas here. Please come to your respective arenas."
The disciple of the Water Moon Sect said.
This was what most people had guessed. They would first fight in groups, then fight with other groups.
However, they didn't know how many people would be in each group. Would it be one or three?
Ye Xuan didn't care. He went straight to the second arena.
There were ten contestants in total in the second arena. They were all older than Ye Xuan. In addition, there was an inner disciple of the Water Moon Sect on the arena.
"Alright, I'll explain the rules. First, no killing is allowed. Otherwise, you'll be eliminated. Second, you'll lose if you fall outside the arena. Third, you can forfeit. "
After the disciple finished speaking, someone asked, "Brother, how many of us can enter the second round?"
Hearing that, the disciple stretched out one finger and said, "One!"
This number also shocked the fourteen people present.
Only one out of 14 people would enter the second round. This competition was extraordinarily fierce.
Ye Xuan was very calm in the crowd. He had already reserved the first place. No one could take it away from him.
"Number one and number two of the second group, get on the arena!"
The inner disciple shouted. He was the judge.
Then, two people jumped onto the arena. Both of them had the strength of nine dragons.
"Begin!"
As soon as the inner disciple finished speaking, the two people on the stage began to attack. Blade lights and sword shadows swirled in the air.
Ye Xuan, who was below the arena, looked around. The other arenas had already started their matches, and the spectators on the three sides of the stands were also watching in high spirits.
Not long after, the victor of the second battle was decided. Although both of them had the power of nine dragons, number one was clearly slightly stronger, so the victor was number one.
The second round, number three versus number four.
In this battle, their strengths were not the same. Number three had the strength of eight dragons, while number four had the strength of seven dragons.
As expected, Number Four was defeated and Number Three advanced.
These people's rhythm was very fast. They could fight two rounds in one minute. After all, this was not a fight, but a martial arts competition.
Within a few minutes, it was Ye Xuan's turn.
"Group 2, No.13 and No.14, please come up!"
The inner disciple shouted.
Finally, it was Ye Xuan's turn.
Hearing this, Ye Xuan jumped onto the arena. His opponent was a young man holding a long sword. He should be a disciple of some aristocratic family.
"Kid, if you have the strength of seven or eight dragons, get out of the arena yourself."
As soon as Ye Xuan jumped onto the arena, the young man said arrogantly.
"Unfortunately, I have the strength of nine dragons." Ye Xuan smiled slightly.
"It doesn't matter. You will also get out of the arena."
The young man did not care.
"Begin!"
The judge did not give the two time to bicker and shouted directly.
"Xiu!"
The young man did not talk nonsense. He rushed up and aimed his long sword at Ye Xuan's throat.
Ye Xuan held the Bahuang Sword and stood on the spot, waiting for his opponent to come closer.
"Die!"
The young man's eyes flickered. The long sword in his hand suddenly flashed and turned into three afterimages.
"Insignificant skill," Ye Xuan said in his heart. He shifted his feet and then stabbed with the Bahuang Sword casually.
"Rip!"
The Bahuang Sword pierced into the young man's shoulder. Then, he felt a huge impact on his chest, and his entire body was sent flying.
Although this young man had the strength of nine dragons like Ye Xuan, don't forget that Ye Xuan had a 20% increase in movement speed. Moreover, he had the bloodline of the King of Fighters. His attack speed was not something an ordinary person could compare to.
The young man was sent flying. He widened his eyes and dragged his feet on the ground. After flying for dozens of meters, he barely managed to stabilize himself.
But in the next moment, his eyes widened. This was because Ye Xuan had already rushed up.
"Bang!"
The young man's chest was hit again. This time, he fell off the arena.
"Number 13 wins!"
The judge announced.
The young man below the stage glared fiercely at Ye Xuan. Five seconds ago, he'd just spoken ruthlessly and wanted to beat Ye Xuan up until he rolled off the stage.
But he did not expect that five seconds later, he would be the one to roll off the arena.
This was a slap in the face!
Ye Xuan defeated one person and successfully entered the second round of the second group.
The second round of the competition was about to begin. However, because there were an odd number of people, one person would get a bye.
The seven people each drew lots, and the one who got a bye was number 1.
The competition continued. Soon, it was Ye Xuan's turn again. This time, his opponent was someone with the strength of eight dragons. He won easily.
After the second round, there were only four people left in the second group. All four of them had the strength of nine dragons, and the number was equal.
After two rounds, the first place of the second group was decided.
Unsurprisingly, the first place was Ye Xuan.
"Number 13 of the second group, you have won the first place of the second group. Remember this number now. In the second round of the competition later, you will be number 2."
The judge said to Ye Xuan.
"Understood!"
Ye Xuan nodded.
The second group's battles ended relatively quickly. The defeated warriors shook their heads helplessly and walked to the spectator stands.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ye Xuan also stood in the arena and sized up the other groups.
The other groups' battles were also coming to an end. Almost all of them were experts with the strength of nine dragons.
At this time, his gaze fell on a young man.
"A fifteen-year-old with the strength of nine dragons and a heaven-level movement technique?"
Ye Xuan frowned slightly.
This young man was in the last battle of the tenth group. When Ye Xuan frowned, the long sword in his hand happened to be pressed against his opponent's throat.
Victory!
"Looks like he's a disciple of some aristocratic family."
Ye Xuan thought about it and did not pay much attention to it.
He understood that the martial arts competition jointly organized by the three sects was not to give benefits to others, but to recruit disciples.
After all, not all geniuses joined the sects. Some people cultivated in their own families.
A few minutes later, the first place of the last group was decided. There were a total of ten people.
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