On the stage of Zhongtian Peak …
Glory Sect's Grand Master sat at the top and asked softly, "Junior Brother Wuya, is there any hope for Glory Sect this time round?"
"Don't worry, Senior Brother. I've arranged for them to stay at Nameless Peak last night." Senior Elder Wuya smiled.
"Yes …" Hearing this, Grand Master Yan nodded his head in satisfaction, "Let Yours Truly welcome them personally. This is a good way to show how important Jiuxiao Sect is to you."
...
Elder Wuya followed beside his Senior Brother. Glory Sect had to win this sparring. Even though the number of geniuses was not as good as the previous batch, winning or losing was not something that could be achieved through strength alone. Sometimes, one had to rely on scheming as well.
After arranging for Jiuxiao Sect to stay at Nameless Peak, how was Lin Fan not going to treat them well?
"Brother Yichu, did you rest well last night?" Since Grand Master Yan had come personally, Liang Yichu naturally had to treat him with respect.
"Thank you for your concern, Grand Master. Everything was fine last night." Liang Yichu replied. However, he was puzzled by the dispirited looks of some of his disciples, wondering what had happened.
But that didn't matter. As long as his disciples were fine and got first place in the sparring, that was all that mattered.
...
Lin Fan waited patiently amongst the geniuses for the sparring to begin. A sparring like this was extremely important to both sects. Even though it was a promise made by the ancestors of both sects, it was more or less a battle between the disciples of both sects.
Dong …!
The sound of a gong rang out as Elder Wuya stood on the stage, "The 1000th sparring has officially begun. Rules of the sparring: 10 disciples of Glory Sect and 10 disciples of Jiuxiao Sect. Both sects shall draw a number. Number one from Glory Sect against number one from Jiuxiao Sect. Friendship first, competition second. No killing is allowed. The final victor shall be the publicly acknowledged strongest genius of both sects.
Draw your numbers now. "" Junior Master, let's go draw our numbers. "Zong Hentian stood up.
"Yes."
In the middle of the sparring stage, there were two sealed boxes. Disciples from both sects went up to draw their numbers.
The moment Lin Fan walked up to the sparring stage, he waved his hands towards the Glory Sect disciples.
"Victory to Junior Master …!"
"Junior Master will definitely win …"
Just then, Zhang Ergou took the lead and stood on the viewing platform, waving the flag and shouting. Yesterday, Zhang Ergou had followed the Sect Master's instructions and created a huge flag.
Especially since they were in Glory Sect's territory, they had to suppress the other party with their aura and strike fear into their hearts.
With Zhang Ergou leading the way, the outer sect disciples who worshipped Lin Fan all began to cheer. The entire Sky Culmination Peak was filled with cheers for Lin Fan.
In the hearts of these outer sect disciples, Lin Fan was the person they revered the most. Now that this was the sparring of the strongest geniuses, they naturally wanted their own sect to emerge victorious.
On the grandstand, a smile appeared on Grandmaster Yan's face, showing his gratification towards this scene.
"Brother Yichu, do you think the disciples of Glory Sect are energetic?" Senior Elder Wuya asked with a smile.
Liang Yichu looked at Wuya and did not reply. "They're alright."
Naturally, there was no way Liang Yichu would admit to this. But at the same time, he would remember this scene in his heart. When the next Sparring of the Geniuses was hosted by Jiuxiao Sect, he would definitely let them witness the vigor of Jiuxiao Sect's disciples.
The Jiuxiao Sect disciples who were standing on the drawing stage could not help but feel their hearts skip a beat upon hearing the cheers.
Shocking. This was way too shocking.
From the depths of their hearts, they were starting to feel nervous.
The disciples of both sects began drawing their numbers and lined up in a row. An ordinary elder walked up and started registering.
"What's your number, Junior Master?" Zong Hentian looked at the number in his hand and asked.
"Number 10." Lin Fan took a look and said.
"I wonder what number Jiuxiao Sect's Xinfeng has drawn." Zong Hentian asked nervously.
After the ordinary elder was done registering, Lin Fan took a look. Xinfeng had drawn number 1, which was a different number from him.
"Let the sparring begin!"
"Jiuxiao Sect's number 1 Xinfeng versus Glory Sect's number 1 Chou Tianran!"
Glory Sect's side …
"Good luck, Junior Brother!" Zong Hentian patted Chou Tianran on his shoulders.
"Yes." Chou Tianran nodded his head and took in a deep breath before leaping onto the stage.
Jiuxiao Sect's side was much quieter. Xinfeng walked onto the stage expressionlessly. His only opponent was Lin Fan. As for the others, Xinfeng did not care about them at all.
The disciples on the spectator stands were cheering for their Senior Brothers of the sect.
"I don't want to hurt you. Just admit defeat." Xinfeng stood on the stage and said calmly.
"Senior Brother Xinfeng, I know I'm not your match. But I can't back down without fighting." Chou Tianran replied.
Xinfeng snorted coldly and did not say anything more.
"Let the sparring begin …!"
Under the orders of the ordinary elder, the first round of the sparring began.
"Senior Brother, I'm sorry." Chou Tianran's aura surged as a halberd appeared out of thin air.
The disciples in the spectator seats exclaimed in surprise, shocked by the scene in front of them.
"Tianran, this kid. Not bad indeed." Senior Elder Wuya nodded his head.
"But it's not enough." Liang Yichu laughed.
Even though this Glory Sect disciple was pretty strong, compared to his own disciple, the difference was way too big.
"Hmph." Wuya snorted. This old man was still putting on an act.
"Nine Dragons Annihilation!"
Just then, Chou Tianran hollered. His entire body shone with a golden light as nine golden dragons flew out and coiled around the halberd. Tearing through the void, they struck towards Xinfeng.
Xinfeng stood where he was with his hands behind his back. Calmly, he raised his hand and pointed out a single finger.
'Break.'
In that instant, it was as if time had stopped.
The moment Chou Tianran's halberd came into contact with Xinfeng's finger, it stopped moving. As though it was facing an unbearable force, it disintegrated.
The nine golden dragons that coiled around the halberd wailed before disintegrating into dust.
A black light flashed.
Chou Tianran felt as though his heart was suffocating. By the time he regained his senses, he found a finger on his forehead.
Chou Tianran's heart turned cold as a sense of death surrounded him.
"You've lost." Xinfeng retracted his finger and turned around.
Chou Tianran stood there quietly. Eventually, he lowered his head and cupped his fists, "Thank you, Senior Brother, for showing mercy."
The Glory Sect disciples in the audience were stunned speechless. They had not expected to lose the first round just like that.
In a split second, it was truly a split second! There was no reaction at all!
On the other hand, the Jiuxiao Sect disciples were cheering. Their cheers were like a heavy hammer, shattering the excited hearts of the Glory Sect disciples into pieces.
"Brother Wuya, how was it? Breaking All Skills with a Single Finger. The Highest Realm of the Sword's Way." Liang Yichu laughed.
"Hmph …" Wuya turned his head away, not wanting to reply. He rolled his eyes at Xinfeng.
"First Round, Jiuxiao Sect's Xinfeng wins."
"Second Round, Jiuxiao Sect's Number 2 Feng Xiaoling versus Glory Sect's Number 2 Zong Hentian."
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