The next day.
If nothing unexpected happened, this was also the last day of the Hidden Dragon Competition.
On this day, the final ranking of the top fifteen would be decided.
Therefore, unlike yesterday, the number of inner sect disciples and Tianlong Clan elders that had come to the Flame Dragon Arena had increased by a lot. Although the number had been increasing before, the increase had been very small.
Today was the first day that it was truly lively.
The number of Tianlong Clan disciples and elders that had come to join in the fun was no less than the number of senior members of the various Divine Emperor forces and the elders of the other new disciples combined.
"Duan Lingtian, take first place. That way, I can brag to others."
On the way to the Flame Dragon Arena, Hou Qingning said to Duan Lingtian with a smile. As he spoke, his eyebrows were raised as if Duan Lingtian had already taken first place in the Hidden Dragon Competition.
Although Ding Yan didn't say anything, when he looked at Duan Lingtian, there was some expectation in his eyes.
"Ling Tian, you brat."
When they arrived at the Flame Dragon Arena, the voice transmission of the Linghu Clan's Elder, Linghu Huan, entered into Duan Ling Tian's ears. "If you're able to seize first place in the Hidden Dragon Grand Competition, then I won't go back on my word. The high-grade divine sword I lent you is yours."
Duan Lingtian laughed inwardly.
It seemed that elder Huan really thought that he didn't have a high grade divine weapon.
If he knew that the number of high grade divine weapons in his possession was more than all the high grade divine weapons in the Linghu family combined, what would elder Huan think?
"Little Tian, that person who sent you a message a few days ago didn't send you another message, right?"
Dongfang Yannian asked Duan Lingtian when he arrived near the Flame Dragon Arena with Elder Black Dragon Blue Feather Mountain.
Duan Lingtian shook his head. "No."
"Then it really was a prank."
Dongfang Yannian nodded. "Otherwise, there's no way he wouldn't send you another message after seeing you enter the top fifteen."
"Mm."
Duan Lingtian nodded. He no longer took this matter seriously.
He had also thought it through.
Linghu Renjie was in the Linghu Family, so if one wanted to kill him, one would need at least the strength of a high level Divine Emperor … If it was only a middle level Divine Emperor, even if it wasn't an inner sect elder of the Tianlong Clan, or the stronger White Dragon Elder of the Tianlong Clan, even if they could just barely break through the formation, it would be very difficult for them to have enough strength to kill Linghu Renjie.
This matter was confirmed by the two White Dragon elders, Xue Haichuan and Dongfang Yannian.
When the person in charge of the Hidden Dragon Grand Competition, Blue Feather Mountain, arrived, the people who were supposed to be here had basically all arrived.
After Blue Feather Mountain arrived, he opened his mouth to announce the competition rules for the top fifteen participants of the Hidden Dragon Grand Competition. "Currently, the top fifteen participants of this year's Hidden Dragon Grand Competition have yet to be determined."
"For the sake of absolute fairness, we will no longer be the ones to decide on the list of participants."
"Next, the top fifteen will draw lots … The lots will be numbered from one to fifteen. After that, the people who draw lots and the people who draw lots at the back can challenge the people who draw lots at the front. "
"The people who are challenged can rest for a round after fighting one round, and no one else can challenge them."
"If there is a situation where the person in front of you has just fought a round, and no one can challenge them … then wait for a while, and wait for the person in front to recover his divine power and injuries before challenging him again."
"Today is the last day of the Hidden Dragon Grand Competition, and the final ranking of the top fifteen will be decided … Therefore, there will be no more people fighting separately. Every round will be two people fighting each other."
… …
As Blue Feather Mountain's voice fell, he raised his hand, and fifteen objects that looked extremely like stones appeared in the air. They were completely black.
However, these fifteen stones were wrapped in a faint mist, and were faintly discernible. The numbers on them couldn't be seen clearly.
"Now, the fifteen of you will each take an Ink Profound Stone … The numbers on the Ink Profound Stone represent the order of your challenge. The people who draw lots at the back can challenge the people in front of them, and if they succeed, they can replace them."
Black Profound Stone was a material used to refine divine artifacts. Duan Lingtian had heard of it before. It wasn't the kind that was especially rare, and was mostly used to refine low rank divine artifacts.
As Blue Feather Mountain's voice fell, many people immediately began to move, and each of them used their own power to absorb a piece of Ink Profound Stone.
Duan Lingtian was in no hurry.
Before long, there were only two pieces of Ink Profound Stone left.
Only Duan Lingtian and the seventh young lady from the Divine King level sect, Ten Thousand Flower Valley, had not taken any.
The two of them subconsciously looked at each other, and then moved together, each taking a piece of Ink Profound Stone.
After obtaining the Ink Profound Stone, Duan Lingtian glanced at it.
"Six!"
At this time, Hou Qingning also came over, and said with a mocking smile, "Duan Lingtian, your luck isn't too good … you didn't get one."
"One?"
Duan Lingtian shrugged indifferently. "If you really want one, you can just challenge it."
"But I'm in no hurry."
"Now, I'm sure everyone will take one."
As Duan Lingtian spoke, rows of names appeared in the void in front of them. From top to bottom, they were divided into 15 lines.
First Place: Peng Dong
Second Place: Yuan Yuanzheng
Third Place: Hua Tiandu
Fourth Place: Murong Luofeng
Fifth Place: Deng Jianyi
Sixth Place: Duan Lingtian
…
Eleventh Place: Du Pojun
…
Thirteenth Place: Seventh Young Lady
…
Fifteenth Place: Ouyang Jianchen
"This is the provisional ranking you've drawn from the lots."
When the 'ranking' formed by the matrix appeared, Blue Feather Mountain's voice sounded again. "Next, if you want to climb up, you have to challenge the people in front of you."
"If the person in first place can withstand all the challenges and stand until the end, he will be first."
"And the person in fifteenth place can also challenge the person in first place. As long as he wins, he will be the new first place … and the people behind him will move down one place."
"If no one challenges him until the end, then the top 15 of the Hidden Dragon Tournament will be decided."
Following Blue Feather Mountain's words, Ouyang Jianchen, who drew lot number 15, had already transformed into a sword ray and flashed out. In the blink of an eye, he arrived at the combat ring that had just formed not long ago.
This combat ring was surrounded by light, and compared to the combat ring that appeared yesterday, it was clearly better and more solid.
And the people that were fighting today were even more powerful.
Some people might have already displayed quite a bit of strength earlier.
But there were also some people who held back earlier.
No one dared to say that the person who quickly defeated his opponent was the strongest … How would you know if this person didn't use his full strength?
How would you know that those people who eliminated their opponents weren't intentionally hiding their strength so that they could explode out at a critical moment to gain an advantage?
"I challenge the person in first place, Peng Dong."
Ouyang Jianchen was the third young master of the Ouyang family, a famous young genius around the Tianlong Clan. Up until now, the strength he had displayed was not inferior to Hua Tiandu, Seventh Young Lady, and the others.
As for whether that was his true strength, it would depend on his performance today.
As soon as he entered the arena, he challenged the person with the best luck, Peng Dong, who had drawn lot number one.
Peng Dong was a young man in a loose blue robe. His appearance was ordinary, and his figure was medium, but his eyes were sharp and spirited.
At this moment, facing Ouyang Jianchen's challenge, he also entered the arena in a timely manner.
Peng Dong did not belong to a Divine Emperor force, nor a Divine King force.
He was just a loose cultivator.
"A loose cultivator who can reach Peng Dong's level. If he didn't have a fortuitous encounter, his foundation is probably not inferior to Du Pojun and Hua Tiandu."
"It's really rare."
"His elder is also here, a lower Divine Emperor."
…
While Peng Dong was the center of attention, one of the onlookers also attracted the attention of the crowd.
It was a middle-aged man with a medium build. His appearance was sixty to seventy percent similar to Peng Dong. He had a head of grey-white hair, and although he was not tall, he gave people a feeling that he was as tall as a mountain.
He stepped on the void, and a faint yellow light twined under his feet. What he was stepping on was the fusion of divine energy and the law of earth.
"He's injured."
Many of the people present noticed that this Low-Level Godly Emperor was injured.
Because of this, they could understand why Ouyang Jianchen sent his junior to the Tianlong Clan. It was most likely because he did not have confidence in the upcoming heavenly tribulation. He was afraid that if he died, there would be no one to take care of his junior.
Under such circumstances, sending him to a powerful force was the best choice.
In the Realms of Gods, many loose cultivators would do this.
After a while, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Ouyang Jianchen and Peng Dong made their moves.
One of them used a sword, while the other used a saber. For a time, the battle arena was filled with saber lights and sword shadows. The raging power set off a terrifying storm.
At the same time, those with good eyesight could easily see that both of them were injured.
However, Peng Dong's injuries were more serious.
After a hundred moves, Ouyang Jianchen stabbed Peng Dong's shoulder with his sword. Peng Dong immediately admitted defeat.
When Ouyang Jianchen stabbed Peng Dong, the sword was aimed at his forehead.
However, Ouyang Jianchen's sword changed direction midway.
"As expected of a disciple of an aristocratic family. You're so graceful. Thank you for showing mercy."
Although Peng Dong lost, he accepted his defeat wholeheartedly. This was because Ouyang Jianchen did not use a high grade divine artifact. Instead, he used a medium grade divine artifact like Peng Dong.
There was no other way.
Peng Dong's father was a loose cultivator. Although he was a lower Divine Emperor, he did not have a high grade divine artifact.
As for Ouyang Jianchen, Peng Dong did not need to guess. He knew Ouyang Jianchen would definitely have a high grade divine artifact.
When Peng Dong admitted defeat and retreated, he looked at Duan Lingtian and shook his head.
Duan Lingtian, who seemed to be more famous than Ouyang Jianchen, did not have Ouyang Jianchen's demeanor. Earlier, when he attacked, he almost killed the last disciple of the Sect Leader of the Rakshasa Sect.
"What's with that look?"
Duan Lingtian's face darkened when he saw Peng Dong's meaningful look. It was not difficult to guess the meaning behind Peng Dong's gaze.
Does he think I'm not as good as Ouyang Jianchen?
Alright.
I'll pull Ouyang Jianchen down from first place in a while!
Hou Qingning, who was next to Peng Dong, could not help but laugh when he saw Peng Dong's expression.
At the same time.
The positions of the two names on the ranking list had changed. Ouyang Jianchen's name appeared in the first place while Peng Dong's name dropped to the second place.
The remaining thirteen people's names dropped by one rank each.
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