(Thanks to 'Liu Hanfeng' for the tip. This is the sixth update of the day, and also the limit of what I can do in a day. After writing this chapter, my brain is too heavy, and it hurts too much. I'm going to take a shower and sleep. Have a good dream.)
Ear-piercing clanging sounds rang out continuously, and countless sparks flew in all directions.
Lei Hao and Zhang Huanglong's swords clashed again and again. Their footsteps moved quickly, and without any specific rules, each sword greeted the other's body.
Their swordsmanship was not something that ordinary Qi Transformation Realm swordsmen could compare with. The battle between them was very exciting, and neither was willing to give way to the other.
Although they lacked the support of Xiantian Sword Qi, and could not use other swordsmanship or sword moves, this kind of close combat made the blood of the audience boil.
"Hey, who do you guys think will win in the end?" Suddenly, someone from the tenth group said.
"Zhang Huanglong."
"I also think Zhang Huanglong will win."
"I think Zhang Huanglong will win."
"Hey, who do you think will win?" Someone from the side suddenly touched Chu Mu's arm and asked.
"Lei Hao." Chu Mu had just woken up from his thoughts and calmed down, so he casually answered and said what he thought.
"You're thinking too much." The people beside him were startled at first, but then they sneered and said, "Seems like your eyesight is not that good."
"Lose!" At this time, Zhang Huanglong roared and twisted his sword. A strange power surged towards Lei Hao's sword, and at the same time, another sword slashed towards Lei Hao.
The speed of this sword was extremely fast, and it had become extremely violent. Once hit, one would definitely be injured.
"The winner is about to be decided."
"Haha, I knew Zhang Huanglong would win."
However, Lei Hao was not nervous at all. A light flashed in his eyes, and the sword that was pushed away was unbelievably slashed again. It was even faster than Zhang Huanglong's sword, and it hit Zhang Huanglong's shoulder.
The power exploded, and Zhang Huanglong fell to the side, almost falling off the stage. A figure flashed in front of him, and Lei Hao's sword was already pressed against his neck.
"Lei Hao wins." The tenth group judge announced.
The crowd below was dumbstruck and unable to react. Zhang Huanglong covered his left shoulder and looked at Lei Hao with unwillingness before jumping off the arena.
"Hey, how did you know that Lei Hao would win?" A voice came from beside Chu Mu.
"Lei Hao's swordsmanship attainment is higher than Zhang Huanglong's," Chu Mu said simply.
"I think Lei Hao's victory was purely due to luck. His swordsmanship attainment cannot be higher than Zhang Huanglong's." Someone immediately retorted.
In fact, from the battle just now, Zhang Huanglong's technique was indeed superior. However, they did not have Chu Mu's realm. If they did, they would have been able to see the essence.
Although Lei Hao did not have Zhang Huanglong's unique swordsmanship, having swordsmanship did not mean that he would definitely win. For example, let Chu Mu and Zhang Huanglong fight.
Even if Zhang Huanglong's swordsmanship was doubled or tripled, Chu Mu could still easily defeat him without using the Zhen Tian Style of swordsmanship.
"This Lei Hao is not simple. His swordsmanship attainment is much higher than Zhang Huanglong's. I wonder if he has any unique swordsmanship?" Chu Mu thought to himself, ignoring the others.
The first round of the first round had ended. Lei Hao was the winner, and Zhang Huanglong was the loser. He still had a chance.
"First round of the second round: Zhong Liyang versus Li Wei."
Zhong Liyang walked towards the arena with his head held high. He glanced at the wooden rack, grabbed a sword, and lightly jumped onto the arena. Li Wei also jumped onto the stage with an unsharpened sword in his hand.
"There is no suspense in this match. Li Wei is not Zhong Liyang's opponent."
"That's right. Zhong Liyang was ranked tenth in the last tournament. Li Wei is too far behind."
"You should just admit defeat," Zhong Liyang said to Li Wei with a smile full of confidence.
Li Wei clenched his teeth. He also felt that he was not Zhong Liyang's opponent and lacked confidence. He was hesitating whether or not to admit defeat. Zhong Liyang's words aroused the pride in his heart. "It's not certain who will lose."
"Since that's the case, I'll let you know the difference between us." as he spoke, Zhong Liyang glanced at Chu Mu.
The match began. Zhong Liyang was indeed worthy of being ranked tenth in the last tournament. His swordsmanship was indeed extraordinary. He defeated Li Wei in less than ten moves. Moreover, every move was an attack, forcing Li Wei to defend himself until he was finally defeated.
"Zhong Liyang wins."
Chu Mu also took some time to watch the match of the seventh group. It happened to be Liang Haishan's match.
Originally, Liang Haishan's swordsmanship could only be considered so-so. However, after entering the Blood Demon Realm, he had received many pointers from Chu Mu. He improved and improved again and again. Although he was separated from Chu Mu later, Liang Haishan had received guidance to move forward.
Therefore, when he was killing Blood Demons in the Blood Demon Realm, he was constantly cultivating and deliberately guiding himself. After leaving the Blood Demon Realm, he was constantly comprehending and practicing hard. Therefore, his improvement was very obvious.
After watching Liang Haishan defeat his opponent in a few moves, Chu Mu knew that Liang Haishan was different from before. He might even have a chance to compete for the top ten of the seventh group.
Speaking of which, Liang Haishan could be considered a friend. If he could enter the top 100 of the academy, Chu Mu would also be happy for him.
Zhong Liyang won and entered the winning side. Li Wei lost and entered the losing side.
"The third match of the first round …" The referee of the tenth group announced again.
Two people went up to the arena to compete. The winner entered the winning side and the loser entered the losing side.
"The eighth match of the first round: Chu Mu VS Shu Ya," the referee of the tenth group announced.
Chu Mu walked to the wooden rack and took a look. He grabbed a regular sword on it and jumped onto the arena.
The moment he landed on the arena, Chu Mu felt a unique force invade him. He couldn't resist it. Immediately, the Innate Sword Qi in his dantian became completely silent. It was as if his mind was also isolated.
Chu Mu, who had passed the three stages of swordsmanship, knew that this feeling was the power of a seal. It prevented the students from subconsciously using Innate Sword Qi and intent realm in the swordsmanship competition.
Immediately after, a second person jumped onto the arena. A fragrant wind blew over. It was a woman.
Shu Ya looked to be in her twenties. She was dressed in lake-green clothes that accentuated her curvaceous figure. She wasn't a peerless beauty, but she was not bad. She gave off a gentle feeling like water and was very pleasing to the eye.
"Junior Brother, why don't you admit defeat and let me win. Anyway, even if you lose this time, you still have one more chance." Shu Ya smiled with two dimples.
"Even if you lose, you still have one more chance." Chu Mu said with a faint smile.
"Then there's no other way. We can only use swordsmanship to determine the winner." Shu Ya pursed her lips and smiled. With a shout, she immediately stabbed out with her sword. A strong wind blew over.
As soon as Shu Ya attacked, Chu Mu knew that Shu Ya's swordsmanship wasn't bad. Her sword had the essence of fast, accurate, and steady swordsmanship.
But for Chu Mu, this kind of swordsmanship wasn't enough.
Chu Mu could defeat Shu Ya with a single sword, but he didn't want to. At this time, he didn't need to expose too much of his swordsmanship.
Both sides kept exchanging blows. The two swords collided from time to time. Amid the ear-piercing clanging sounds, countless sparks flew out.
The two figures clashed and intertwined. Their footsteps were messy and seemingly without any pattern, but they were completely adaptable.
"It's just this kind of swordsmanship." Zhong Liyang subconsciously stared at Chu Mu. After a while, a disdainful smile hung on the corner of his mouth. He secretly said that he was really disdainful of Chu Mu's swordsmanship. This kind of swordsmanship wasn't much different from Li Wei, who was defeated by him.
Chu Mu had been controlling his swordsmanship. When it was about time, he deliberately showed a flaw. Sure enough, Shu Ya was fooled. When she attacked with her sword, Chu Mu immediately seized the opportunity to counterattack. The unsharpened sword fell on Shu Ya's snow-white neck.
"Chu Mu wins." The referee announced.
Shu Ya snorted twice. She glared at Chu Mu and turned around to jump down. Chu Mu didn't care. He landed on the battle arena and placed the unsharpened sword on the wooden rack.
Chu Mu won and was classified as the winner. Shu Ya lost and was classified as the loser.
"The ninth match of the first round …" The referee read the name list again.
Two students went up to the battle arena to compete. One won and one lost.
There were a total of 160 members in the tenth group. There were a total of 80 one-on-one matches.
Time passed little by little. One match after another went on. Some people won and some lost.
The situation of the other nine groups was similar to that of the tenth group.
Finally, all 80 matches ended. In the end, there were 80 winners and 80 losers.
However, the 80 losers didn't mean that they were eliminated. They had no chance to enter the finals of the King of Swordsmanship competition because they still had one more chance.
The 80 losers would compete one-on-one. Only those who lost again would be truly eliminated. Those who won would have one more chance to continue the competition.
Among the 80 people who had lost this time, some of them had quite good swordsmanship attainments. Some of them were even obviously better than some of the 80 people who had won.
The reason why they were defeated was because their opponents were more powerful than them in terms of swordsmanship.
But it was fine. They still had one more chance. As long as they defeated their opponents, they could continue the competition.
The loser's match started first. It was the first half of the second round.
"This time, I must win. I believe that with my swordsmanship, I can definitely get into the top ten of this group." Many of the losers secretly clenched their fists and encouraged themselves.
As for whether they could really defeat their opponents and continue the competition, they could only wait until the end of the competition to find out.
Chu Mu belonged to the winning side. After the 40 matches of the 80 losers, it would be the turn of the 80 winners. So now, Chu Mu had nothing to do and was reduced to a spectator.
However, he was very happy because this was a good opportunity to observe other people's swordsmanship.
"What a bunch of pitiful people." Zhong Liyang crossed his arms in front of his chest and said coldly, "A competition between losers."
"Senior Brother Zhong is right. But we have to give them some hope." Someone immediately agreed.
Although there were people who didn't agree with Zhong Liyang's words, no one refuted him. Some people didn't dare to, and some people were disdainful, such as Chu Mu. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.
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