There were many people paying attention to Chu Mu, but there were even more people paying attention to the top ten.
Nan Wu to Gao Wang were already very powerful among the outer palace disciples. Each of them had at least reached the sixth turn in Sword Essence Ultimacy and had mastered the ninety-nine forms of the Sky Desolation Sword Art. In other words, they had reached the Extreme Entry-Level in terms of power control.
Therefore, they were already in the top ten of the outer palace disciples before the Centennial Outer Palace Tournament began.
Nan Wu, who was the last to be called, slowly walked onto the arena and walked towards the number one seat. His face was expressionless, as if he was a high and mighty king. Everything had to give him a way out.
There was no doubt that the champions of the Centennial Outer Palace Tournament would be the top ten, or three of the top three: Nan Wu, Chi Xiao, and Ben Hu.
After the Outer Palace Elder finished reading the names, he announced that the second stage of the Centennial Outer Palace Tournament had officially begun.
The world of sword artists could be very complicated, but it could also be very simple. For a competition like this, it would be very grand, but it would definitely not be complicated, and there would be a lot of opening remarks, because that would be nonsense, and no one would like it. The main point would be the battles between the participating disciples, which would be the most exciting and attractive.
When the second stage began, the Outer Palace Elder left and two Inner Palace Elders flew onto the arena. They were the referees and were also responsible for safety issues. They were to prevent the disciples from suddenly losing control of their power during the battle and possibly killing their opponents.
The Inner Palace Elders were all powerful experts at the level of the Sword Of Gojoseon. They had enough strength to prevent unnecessary deaths.
As the first place of the first stage, Nan Wu had the priority to choose. He could choose one of the nine hundred and ninety-nine disciples to be his opponent.
As the number one disciple of the outer palace, Nan Wushuang's eyes were calm as he glanced at the disciples. Their expressions changed and their bodies tensed up. None of them wanted to be chosen because they knew they were no match for Nan Wushuang.
"Number one thousand." Nan Wu said casually. The expression of the thousandth Outer Palace disciple suddenly changed. His face was dejected and he looked listless, like a frosted eggplant.
"I admit defeat." The thousandth disciple raised his hand and said. Admitting defeat was fine. In the face of Namo's challenge, it wasn't shameful at all for him to choose to admit defeat. He knew he wasn't a match for Namo, and he wouldn't even be able to withstand a single sword strike. If he insisted on fighting, not only would that be a waste of other people's time, but it would also be a setback for him.
Nan Wu needed to make a move to win, and then it was the second place Chi Xiao's turn.
"Nine hundredth." Chi Xiao didn't even look at the crowd. Her words made the nine hundredth disciple's face fall. He raised his hand and said, "I admit defeat."
Tiger, who was in third place, also casually called out a number, and his opponent immediately admitted defeat.
Fifth place was Duan Yulong. Chu Mu recognized him. He was the one who had been defeated by Chu Mu in swordsmanship. Chu Mu did not expect him to be fifth place, which was somewhat out of his expectations.
Duan Yulong also recognized Chu Mu. He smiled at Chu Mu and transmitted his voice through sword Qi, "Our battle will be left for later. I hope you can persevere."
"As you wish." Chu Mu replied.
One by one, it was Nie Yunjie's turn. Nie Yunjie was the one who had used his full strength to defeat Chu Mu with a single sword strike. He also saw Chu Mu, but a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes. He looked at the others and chose someone else.
Soon, the top ten disciples finished calling out their numbers and admitted defeat one by one. In fact, this was not considered bullying the weak. To them, the most important thing was to eliminate the weak as soon as possible and leave only the strong ones for a good battle. That was the most important thing.
The top ten disciples were the most powerful among the outer palace disciples. Although it was impossible to judge their strength, there was no doubt that they were stronger than the other disciples.
Most of the top hundred disciples relied on their strength. A few of them were lucky. Of course, there might be hidden experts outside the top hundred.
"You only have one chance to use your sword." The seventieth disciple said coldly to his opponent. His opponent was ranked 950th.
"Slash!" His opponent shouted and pulled out his sword. He jumped up and slashed at his opponent as if he was going to split the world in front of him.
"You're defeated." The seventieth disciple shouted. Seeing the opportunity, he flicked his sword. The sword light flashed in the air, and there was no sound of metal clashing. His opponent was blown away, and he was defeated.
It was the 71st disciple's turn to choose his opponent.
From this, it could be seen that the priority of choosing was important, especially for the weaker swordsmen. With priority, they could choose a weaker opponent, win, and move on.
However, it was difficult for the weaker swordsmen to get a good ranking in the first round. Strength was always a must.
"I choose the 888th disciple." The 100th disciple pointed at his opponent and said.
"You chose the wrong person." The 888th disciple stood up and walked to the center of the arena.
"I hope you can still be so confident after being defeated by me." The 100th disciple sneered.
Both of them pulled out their swords.
In an instant, they rushed towards each other. The Sword Light was either straight or curved like a crescent moon. They crossed each other in an instant.
The two figures were two meters apart. They stood with their backs facing each other. Suddenly, the 100th disciple's face twitched. He looked like he was in pain. His sword fell to the ground. His fingers were bent. He looked like he was in great pain.
The 100th disciple was defeated by the 888th disciple in one strike. The huge difference was beyond everyone's expectations.
The seats of the two sides also changed. They swapped places.
In an instant, the two sides crossed each other. Chu Mu and some other people saw it clearly. The 888th disciple's sword directly slashed the back of the 100th disciple's hand. It showed his superb swordsmanship and rich battle experience.
He wasn't a dark horse. He was just the first example that surprised everyone. Thus, his name was known by everyone: Tu Jinghong.
The competition didn't stop because of this. The challenges continued.
Tu Jinghong's example made the participating disciples even more vigilant. Their rankings were outside the top 100. Perhaps there were many people who were stronger than them among those ranked lower than them. They had to be cautious.
However, it was safer to choose those who were ranked lower. Tu Jinghong was an extremely rare example.
Soon, it was Chu Mu's turn. At this time, the 800th disciple to the 1,000th disciple had been chosen. He could only choose others.
"The 600th disciple." Chu Mu didn't think too much and said directly.
Because he didn't know these people, he didn't know how strong they were. Even if he observed carefully, he couldn't see anything in such a situation. It was better to rely on his intuition.
"Your position will be mine." The 600th disciple seemed to be very confident in his strength. He strode over, drew his sword, and pointed it at Chu Mu.
"Please." Chu Mu only said one word.
"Take my sword!" The other party shouted loudly. His sword was like a clap of thunder, tearing through the air like a bolt of lightning. The sword light was swift and fierce, accompanied by the rumbling of thunder. As soon as he made his move, it was a powerful sword strike, swift and powerful.
Chu Mu's pupils trembled. The trajectory of the opponent's sword clearly appeared in his eyes, reflecting a lightning-like light. Chu Mu took a step forward and his body naturally slid forward. The standard Desolate Sword was unsheathed and drew a perfect arc, cutting into the opponent's sword light and slashing at the opponent's abdomen.
With a bang, the 600th disciple suddenly bent over. His mouth opened, saliva spurted out, and his eyes bulged. He couldn't hold his sword and fell to the ground.
"This boy's swordsmanship …"
"Sharp and concise, well-practiced."
"Such swordsmanship is no small matter. What a pity …" His voice was filled with regret.
"His swordsmanship is good. Unfortunately, this is all he can do."
Sheathing his sword, Chu Mu turned and walked to his seat. He had won the first round of the competition and would enter the second round.
"Your swordsmanship is still as sharp as ever." Duan Yulong's sword Qi transmitted. There was a trace of fighting spirit in his voice. "I hope you can continue to win until you have a battle with me."
"If you don't challenge me now, you might regret it later." Chu Mu replied jokingly.
Duan Yulong smiled and did not answer.
Chu Mu spoke the truth. Right now, his sword intent still hadn't been unsealed. Although his strength wasn't weak amongst the thousand participating disciples, he couldn't compare to the top ten. Not to mention the top ten, even the top thirty could defeat the current Chu Mu.
But if his sword intent was unsealed, Chu Mu's strength would improve by leaps and bounds and he would be even more powerful. At that time, even Chu Mu himself could not be sure. He only vaguely knew that he might be able to compete with the top 10.
The competition continued. Soon, it was the 500th disciple's turn to make his choice. He only had one opponent left, the 501st disciple. The two were very close in ranking, and there was only one Scarlet Barren Star between them.
The strength of these two people was not bad, but they were not particularly strong, and there was not much difference between them. Therefore, the battle lasted for a full fifteen minutes. It was like a raging fire, and it was extremely intense.
In the end, the 500th participating disciple defeated his opponent and maintained his ranking.
But it was not over yet. Next, it was the 501st disciple's turn to make his choice. There was a problem. He could only choose a disciple who had not been challenged. In other words, he could only choose the top 500 disciples except Tu Jinghong.
This was the rule of the competition. Initiating a challenge and being challenged were two different things. In each round, any disciple had the right to initiate a challenge and be challenged.
After thinking for a while, the 501st disciple chose his old opponent, the 500th disciple.
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