The referees were made up of the head judge and ten other referees. Each of them had a list of names in their hands, with a brief explanation after each name.
These explanations were based on the evaluations the referees had made of the contestants during the tournament. They were used as a reference for the referees of the finals, making it easier for them to make arrangements.
When the head judge finally announced the start of the finals, everyone became excited.
"It's finally starting."
"I'm so excited."
One of the referees stood up from the referees ten meters away from the arena. He leaped up and landed on the arena like a gust of wind. He glanced at the list in his hand and then looked around before announcing, "Swordsmanship is King. First match of the first round: Astral-6's Feng Gang vs. Astral-8's Hu Wei."
As soon as the announcement was made, two people from Astral-8 and Astral-6 immediately stood up. Their bodies flashed as they used their movement techniques to quickly leap onto the arena. They landed next to the wooden shelves and scanned them before choosing their favorite unsharpened swords.
After that, he leaped lightly and descended onto the arena, and his expression changed slightly before swiftly returning to normal.
"Begin!" the referee announced as he quickly retreated to the edge of the arena.
The arena was very large, about a hundred meters wide and a hundred meters long. It was a bit of a waste to use it as an arena for pure swordsmanship battles, but this arena was not only used for pure swordsmanship battles; other battles could also be held here.
"Please!" Feng Gang and Hu Wei stood five meters apart. After saluting each other, they exhaled and drew their swords.
As soon as they drew their swords, their extraordinary swordsmanship was displayed. In addition, the referees had to consult with each other before making their selections, so their opponents' strengths were usually about the same.
As a result, the battle between Feng Gang and Hu Wei was very intense. Both sides held nothing back as they tried to defeat each other. Sword Light swayed and collided with each other, causing ear-piercing clangs and sparks to fly everywhere.
In the end, Hu Wei barely won by half a move.
"Hu Wei wins."
"Second match of the first round: Astral-3's Sun Zhanghai vs. Astral-5's Tong Guan."
The first round of matches continued one after another, and it didn't take long for ten matches to end.
The referee leaped up and returned to the referees' group. The second referee flew onto the arena and opened the list.
"Eleventh match of the first round: Astral-9's Liang Haishan vs. Astral-10's Qian Bo."
"It's my turn." Liang Haishan's body sprang up like a spring, looking excited.
"Don't be nervous. Just treat it as an ordinary battle and forget about everything else." Chu Mu smiled slightly. From Liang Haishan's curled fingers, one could see how nervous he was.
After all, this was the first time he was competing in front of all the Inner Mansion students and many elders. It could be said that he was the center of attention, so it would be strange if he wasn't nervous.
"Alright." Taking a deep breath, Liang Haishan nodded heavily. Soon after, he placed the low-grade sword on the seat. Because the swords used in battle were unsharpened swords selected from the wooden rack, if he brought his own sword, it might cause a slight impact.
If he were to lose because of these minor influences, then it would be too unfair.
"Please." Liang Haishan felt that his heart was beating so fast that he could almost hear it.
Qian Bo was the first to attack. His sword pierced forward with irresistible force.
Taking another deep breath, Liang Haishan's expression became serious, and his eyes became focused. With a low shout, he raised his sword.
Originally, his swordsmanship was not bad. After receiving some guidance from Chu Mu in the Blood Demon Realm, not only did his swordsmanship improve significantly, but his goal was also clearer. He was no longer at a loss and fumbling around like before.
Then, after half a year of cultivation and participating in the preliminary round of Swordsmanship Is King, he applied the results of his cultivation in battle, and his swordsmanship improved again.
After putting aside his nervousness, Liang Haishan finally displayed his swordsmanship. His movements were bold and profound.
After a hundred strikes, Liang Haishan knocked away Qian Bo's sword with one strike and placed his sword on Qian Bo's neck.
"Liang Haishan wins."
"The twelfth match of the first round …"
"Perhaps because of the prosperity of swordsmanship, the people of the Ancient Sword Continent are more suitable for swordsmanship than the people of Earth." Chu Mu thought to himself, "Although the cultivation of basic swordsmanship is not as systematic as that of a swordsman, they have developed their own path. Moreover, once they receive the systematic training of a swordsman, they will be able to improve significantly in a short period of time. "
"Chu Mu, I won." After Liang Haishan returned to his seat, his face was full of excitement as he spoke to Chu Mu. In his heart, he was extremely grateful to Chu Mu. He knew very clearly that without Chu Mu's guidance, he probably wouldn't even have been able to pass the preliminaries.
"Congratulations." Chu Mu smiled. He could understand Liang Haishan's current feelings.
"Hmph, it's just a win. What's there to be excited about?" someone nearby snorted.
However, Chu Mu and Liang Haishan ignored him.
The first round of matches continued one after another.
Every ten matches, a new referee would take the stage. The other referees would also evaluate the strength of the contestants while watching. This would make it easier for them to arrange their opponents. This way, they would be more careful and not make any unnecessary mistakes.
As for the head referee, he would sit at the back. He seemed to be doing nothing, but his brain never stopped thinking.
"First round, eightieth match: Astral-2's Xue Hen versus Astral-9's Chu Mu."
As the referee finished speaking, many people from Astral-9 looked over, their gazes all landing on Chu Mu's face.
"Chu Mu, it's finally your turn. I believe that you will definitely defeat your opponent." Liang Haishan clenched his fists and spoke excitedly. He was even more excited than if he had stepped onto the stage himself.
However, Chu Mu remained calm. Was he nervous?
No, he wasn't nervous at all. To him, this was just one of the countless battles in his long and short life. He didn't need to pay too much attention to it; he just needed to treat it as normal.
"Hmph, maybe he'll be defeated in an instant." The voice from before sounded again. It was Zhao Longkun, the vice leader of the Proud Sword Gang. However, Chu Mu ignored him once again, and Liang Haishan turned to glare at him angrily.
"Junior brother, I have high hopes for you." Zhuge Ming smiled.
"Mm." Chu Mu nodded, stood up, and quickly ran towards the arena.
"I can feel that he's very calm. People like him are the most frightening," Huang Buju said softly, a casual smile still on his face.
"Maybe he's just putting on an act," Zhu Tianzhao said disdainfully.
As the current leader of the Proud Sword Gang, Zhu Tianzhao naturally didn't have a good impression of Chu Mu. He was even thinking of finding an opportunity to teach Chu Mu a lesson and let him know the immensity of heaven and earth.
"No, I can feel that his heart is very calm." Huang Buju didn't even look at Zhu Tianzhao as he calmly replied.
"Hmph." Zhu Tianzhao snorted coldly and glanced at Huang Buju. He didn't say anything else, but his cold eyes continued to stare at Chu Mu.
Han Ruoxue also stared at Chu Mu. She naturally recognized this person who she had saved not long ago in the Blood Demon Realm.
She glanced at the unsharpened swords on the wooden rack. There was more variety than in the preliminary round. There was even a label next to each unsharpened sword, indicating the weight of the sword.
"It really is the cold-faced man!" Huangfu Feiyan, who had just become an inner disciple, stared at Chu Mu in astonishment.
"It really is Big Brother." Huangfu Kuang's surprise was mixed with joy.
"It's actually Chu Mu. I didn't expect him to reach this step so soon after entering the inner sect." Some of the new disciples were shocked.
"So you're Chu Mu from Astral-9 …" Qi Shaofan's face revealed a cold smile.
"It's him." Chu He, Xu Jianfeng, and the other four all sighed.
Chu Mu twisted his fingers and a suitable unsharpened sword flew up. He reached out and grabbed it, then jumped up and landed on the arena.
In an instant, Chu Mu felt as if his body had been swept by an invisible force. Then, the Xiantian Sword Qi in his dantian and the Intent Realm in his spiritual force became still, unable to move at all.
Xue Heng also chose an unsharpened sword and stepped onto the arena, striding towards Chu Mu.
"The match begins," the referee announced.
"Please." Xue Heng's lips curled into a smile, and his expression seemed a little arrogant. In the last Sword King Tournament, he was ranked 180th. After three years of cultivation, his sword skills had become even more profound, so he had the right to be arrogant.
"Please." In comparison, Chu Mu's expression was calm, and he saluted with his sword in a manner that was neither servile nor overbearing.
Xue Heng's sword fiercely chopped down, and the wind howled.
Chu Mu took a step diagonally, and his sword arrived first.
Xue Heng quickly changed his moves. Six Sword Light flashed, and he stabbed towards Chu Mu.
But what he didn't know was that this Sword Light couldn't cause any hindrance to Chu Mu at all.
With just one sword attack, all six Sword Light were broken.
Xue Heng's expression changed slightly. Ten Sword Light flashed, and instantly gathered into one. The dazzling Sword Light approached at an extremely fast speed, and the sharp sound of it breaking through the wind was enough to make people's scalp go numb.
Chu Mu stabbed out with his Sword Light, which was even more dazzling than Xue Heng's Sword Light. It instantly made Xue Heng's eyes feel as if they were being pricked by needles, and he couldn't control his sword.
In the next moment, Xue Heng's sword missed, and Chu Mu appeared beside him, placing his sword on Xue Heng's neck.
"Chu Mu wins," the referee announced.
After putting away his sword and performing a sword salute, Chu Mu turned around and jumped off the arena. His dantian and mental state immediately became active.
Xue Heng frowned. He didn't think that he would lose like this.
"I knew that Chu Mu would definitely win," Liang Haishan said with a smile.
"Hmph, good luck," Zhu Tianzhao said coldly.
"This Chu Mu, the referee of the tenth group gave him a very high evaluation. It seems that an opponent like Xue Heng can't force him to use his full strength," one of the referees said in a low voice.
"Yes, I think that he has the qualifications to compete for the top 100, but the top 100 has always been occupied by the top 100 of the Bronze Sword Ranking. Chu Mu's chances of entering the top 100 are not high."
"I think that he should be able to get between the 100th and the 120th place."
"Junior brother, congratulations," Zhuge Ming said with a smile to Chu Mu, who had returned to his seat.
Chu Mu also smiled. This level of opponent, he didn't even need to use a third of his strength to defeat him. There was nothing to congratulate him about. (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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