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The seventh round of the competition continued.
Chu Mu's defeat of Ceng Bufan immediately caused a frenzy and caused all kinds of discussions.
Some people were happy, while others were unhappy, such as Fang Lengyan, Qi Shaofan, Zhu Tianzhao, and Zhao Longkun.
"Chu Mu is nothing in my eyes." Wan Pan sneered. In his mind, there was only one opponent, and that was Huangfu Cangyue. Except for Huangfu Cangyue, he did not care about anyone else, even Jiang Yuhuan, who ranked third.
As for Huangfu Cangyue, in his opinion, only Wan Pan and Jiang Yuhuan could arouse his interest. Chu Mu and the Ten Rising Stars were all people he could easily defeat.
The seventh round of the competition was extremely exciting. Perhaps it was deliberately arranged by the judges.
The opponents arranged for the Ten Rising Stars were all people on the previous Rising Star List. Except for Ceng Bufan, who was defeated by Chu Mu, the other nine Rising Stars of the previous Rising Star List were also defeated by nine of the current Rising Stars. The remaining opponent was ranked 111th in the previous Rising Star List. In theory, his strength was not inferior to that of a Rising Star.
"This Swordsmanship Is the King Competition is more exciting than the previous ones. There are many talents," Judge Number Three said with a smile.
"Yes, although the Ten Rising Stars of the previous Rising Stars were powerful, they did not reach the level of defeating all the Ten Rising Stars of the previous Rising Stars. I did not expect that this time, not only did they appear, but more than one," Judge Number Five said.
"It seems that after decades of decline, our Great Kun Sword Mansion is finally going to regain its former glory."
At the mention of decades of decline, the judges suddenly fell silent. After a while, they changed the topic.
"I want to suggest that the Rising Star List be expanded to 12 places. One of them is Chu Mu, and the other is reserved," Judge Number Seven said.
"Chief Judge, what do you think?"
"The ten spots on the Rising Star List remain unchanged, but the title of Supernova will be added." "This title will be given to the newcomers who are participating in the King of Swords finals for the first time. Whoever can surpass the Rising Star will be a Super Rising Star. This matter will be announced after the end of today's competition."
"Supernova, above new stars. Good." The referees all agreed.
Night fell once again, signifying the end of the day's competition.
One of the referees announced the latest decision loudly, adding a supernova title. Any newcomer who could defeat the Ten Rising Stars, or any of the Ten Rising Stars who could defeat the other Rising Stars, or display sword skills that surpassed the Ten Rising Stars, would be awarded the supernova title.
"The supernova is mine," Qi Shaofan said confidently.
"Supernova, how interesting." Huangfu Fu chuckled and clenched his fist as if he was holding something. "This title suits me very well."
"Supernova. It's tailor-made for me," Fang Lengyan said confidently.
All in all, the Ten Rising Stars all believed that the new title of Supernova belonged to him.
Among the Ten Rising Stars, there were some who were ranked higher and some who were ranked lower. Naturally, those who were ranked lower were dissatisfied. They all felt that they could be ranked higher with their strength.
Therefore, there was a fire in their hearts. They wanted to defeat the others and trample them under their feet.
Now that they had the title of Supernova, it meant that they were above the Rising Stars. They were extremely satisfied.
After today's competition ended, the students all left with excitement and went to the dining hall for dinner. After that, they all returned to the Sword Tower to rest and digest their gains.
Up until now, Liang Haishan had gone through seven rounds of the competition. He had won three and lost four. The opponents he met later were all very strong. It was understandable that he lost.
However, he was very optimistic. He was already very happy to be able to enter the finals, not to mention winning three rounds in the finals. Even if he kept losing, or even if he ended up at the bottom of the thousandth place, he would still be satisfied.
Two days later, the seventh round of the competition ended. The referees sat together again to discuss the matters related to the eighth round.
"After seven rounds of the competition, the Ten Rising Stars have been selected. Other than the Rising Stars, Chu Mu's strength is also not inferior to the Rising Stars. They have already defeated the Rising Stars from last year, as well as other opponents with good sword skills. Currently, only the top one hundred students have not met them."
"I am thinking, if we let them meet the top one hundred students now, would it be too early? If they are not a match for the top one hundred students, then it would be difficult to arrange their matches later."
At this time, the referees were having a headache.
"Head referee, what do you think?"
The ball was once again kicked to the head referee.
The head referee did not answer. He closed his eyes and pondered. After a while, he slowly opened his eyes and said, "Arrange the last one hundred students from last year to be their opponents."
"Then arrange the one hundred students from last year to be Chu Mu's opponent. The ninety-ninth student to be Yi Xuan's opponent, and so on." One of the referees immediately said.
"No, Chu Mu's opponent will be the ninety-ninth student from last year." The head referee said calmly and closed his eyes again.
"The ninety-ninth student!" The referees looked at each other. They were not sure. Among all the new students that they had seen, Chu Mu was the one that they could not see through the most.
"Let's do as the head referee says. If he cannot even defeat the last one hundred students from last year, then he will not be able to bear the title of Supernova." In the end, they unanimously agreed.
…
"I wonder how this round of the competition will be arranged?" In the arena, the students were all in position, but the competition had not yet begun.
"The average contestant is no longer a match for the Ten Rising Stars. Even the Ten Rising Stars from last year were defeated by them. I think, other than the top one hundred students from last year, no one else is a match for them," a student guessed. "So, in this round, the referees will most likely arrange the top one hundred students from last year to be their opponents."
"Compared to this, I am more interested in knowing who will be the first one to receive the title of Supernova."
The first one was always the most eye-catching.
Who would not want their name to be passed down through the ages?
"The first match of the eighth round …"
As the referee announced the start of the eighth round of the competition, the competition began.
Round after round of competition continued. The winners would continue to fight against the winners, while the losers would fight against the losers. If they won, they would have a chance to fight against the winners.
Of course, the referees would not arrange for the same opponent to fight twice.
"The fifth match of the eighth round: Fu She from Astral-2 versus Zhuge Ming from Astral-9."
Zhuge Ming stood up calmly, even though he knew that he was no match for Fu She.
"My target is the higher-ranked students, not you. You should just admit defeat," Fu She said in a sinister voice.
"Even if I lose, I will fight with all my strength," Zhuge Ming said calmly.
"Since that's the case, I'll make you accept your defeat wholeheartedly," Fu She said, revealing a sinister smile.
At the start of the match, Fu She used a short sword for the competition.
The sword that Zhuge Ming used was narrower than a normal sword, but it was the same length.
Normal swords were the most orthodox, common, and relatively simple to use. Other unconventional swords required different techniques to use.
Thus, unconventional swords were often more difficult to cultivate, and it was even more difficult to master them. However, once one mastered them, the power they displayed would often surpass that of normal swords.
Fu She's short sword clashed with Zhuge Ming's long sword.
Chu Mu had been watching the entire time. This match was enough for him to see how good Zhuge Ming's swordsmanship was, and he could also see a portion of Fu She's strength. From there, he could deduce his true level.
A strange hissing sound rang out. Fu She held the short sword in his right hand and swung it left and right in front of him. It felt like the head of a venomous snake was swaying, looking for a chance to strike. It made one's hair stand on end.
Zhuge Ming pointed his sword at Fu She with a serious expression.
He had some understanding of the top 100 students' swordsmanship, especially those who were ranked higher than him. He had put in a lot of effort and knew that Fu She's swordsmanship was tricky and sinister.
In an instant, Fu She attacked. His speed was extremely fast, and his angle was tricky. He was like a venomous snake pouncing on its prey.
Zhuge Ming seemed to have the ability to predict. He waved his long sword and blocked Fu She's attack. He quickly counterattacked. However, his sword was only halfway through when it suddenly cut horizontally. Fu She had no choice but to back off.
"Not bad. I've always heard that you can predict your opponent's attack route. Now that I've experienced it myself, it is indeed true." Fu She laughed sinisterly. "Unfortunately, your opponent is me. My snake-shaped sword will become your nightmare."
As soon as he finished speaking, Fu She attacked again. This time, his speed was even faster, like lightning.
Zhuge Ming's face was serious. He was fully focused. He indeed had the ability to predict his opponent's attack. This ability originated from an ancient sword technique that he had cultivated.
It was because he had completely mastered that ancient sword technique that he had this ability as well. Although it was not very obvious, it could often produce miraculous effects.
However, Fu She's short sword was very strange. Not only was it fast, but there were also many changes in its angle. It was very complicated. Zhuge Ming's ability was not limitless. He needed to focus 120% of his attention, which would make him feel tired.
He swung his sword to the left, and a clanging sound rang out as Zhuge Ming blocked Fu She's attack.
In the eyes of the audience, Fu She seemed to have disappeared. All they saw was a black snake constantly twisting and turning. Its speed was extremely fast, and it could advance and retreat with ease. It gave them goosebumps.
After blocking a few attacks, Fu She's snake-shaped sword exceeded Zhuge Ming's expectations. He was unable to withstand it and slowed down by a bit. Fu She's short sword was placed against his neck, and he was defeated.
"Eighth round, sixth match: Astral-8's Yi Xuan VS Astral-4's Tian Xia."
"Tian Xia? Wasn't he ranked 100th in the previous batch? "The students were all stunned.
"That means that the Ten Rising Stars will officially fight against the top 100 students of the previous batch and advance towards the top 100?" 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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