The battles continued. For the disciples ranked in the bottom 500, it was very troublesome and difficult to take the initiative to issue challenges because they could only challenge disciples ranked in the top 500.
Therefore, they could only rely on the previous battles and some understanding to make judgments and try to choose opponents who were weaker than them.
However, in most cases, it was not satisfactory. However, there were still some cases where they won and successfully exchanged places with their opponents.
According to the rules of the competition, the disciples who were challenged and who lost the initiative to challenge were directly eliminated.
After the first round, as many as 360 disciples were eliminated. In other words, there were a total of 640 disciples in the second round.
Chu Mu's ranking did not change. He was still ranked 223.
There was no rest time. After the first round, the second round began directly. Starting from the first place, Nan Wu, the disciples chose their opponents.
Suddenly, most of the disciples became nervous and subconsciously clenched their hands. There were also a few disciples who looked at Nan Wu with hopeful eyes, as if they wanted to fight with him.
Nan Wu ignored everyone's gaze and said casually, "Number 600."
"I admit defeat." Number 600 trembled and then smiled bitterly. He raised his hand. He could only admit that he was unlucky to be chosen. He did not want to fight with Nan Wu. The gap between them was too big. They were not at the same level at all. It was just asking for a beating.
It was expected that he would admit defeat. No one thought it was unexpected. It would be strange if the number 600 disciple dared to fight.
Chi Xiao, who was ranked second, chose his opponent casually and aggressively. His opponent also directly admitted defeat.
Little kittens and puppies. The top ten participating disciples had no interest in fighting at all. Not even the slightest interest. The opponents they challenged were all at the bottom. One by one, they took the initiative to admit defeat to avoid embarrassing themselves.
Chu Mu was ranked 223, which was above average. No one would easily challenge him. Moreover, everyone had seen Chu Mu's previous two battles. He defeated his opponents with concise and sharp sword moves and showed extraordinary strength. Without absolute confidence, no one would choose Chu Mu as their opponent.
Tu Jinghong, who was ranked 100th, chose the disciple ranked 380th as his opponent. In just three moves, Tu Jinghong defeated his opponent, shocking everyone.
Tu Jinghong could be considered a dark horse.
Other than Tu Jinghong, there was another person who caught Chu Mu's attention. His name was Luo Qiushui. His name was feminine, but he was a man. He looked gentle and beautiful. If one was not careful, one might even mistake him for a beauty.
Luo Qiushui rarely spoke. As soon as he got on the stage, the Sword Light was gentle like the flowing autumn water. He countered every move and defeated his opponent in about ten moves.
There were two battles in the first round. In the first battle of the second round, Luo Qiushui defeated his opponent with only ten swords. In the eyes of most people, Luo Qiushui was not strong. However, in the eyes of a few people, Luo Qiushui was very strong. He was even stronger than Tu Jinghong. It was just that he seemed to be hiding most of his strength.
Even so, people like Chu Mu could see how extraordinary Luo Qiushui was from his actions.
Tu Jinghong, Luo Qiushui, two dark horses.
Tu Jinghong was ranked 100th, while Luo Qiushui was ranked 213th.
It was Chu Mu's turn to choose his opponent. Chu Mu chose the disciple ranked 476th.
As soon as Chu Mu's opponent came up, he unsheathed his sword and unleashed his full strength. He launched a fierce attack, trying to defeat Chu Mu quickly.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh. In an instant, three Sword Light appeared almost at the same time, stabbing towards Chu Mu's upper, middle, and lower positions. They were as fast as flowing light. It was a sword technique based on the Sky Desolation Sword Art.
The sword that stabbed towards Chu Mu's middle had the First Stage Sword Essence and Ultimacy of the First Stage Sword Art. It was very powerful.
If the opponent's sword intent and profound could reach the fourth rank, his control of strength could reach a deeper level, and his mastery of the Sky Desolation Sword Technique could increase by another two or three levels, these three swords might be able to threaten Chu Mu.
It was a pity that the opponent's strength was too weak.
In the eyes of some disciples, the opponent's three swords were extremely fast and fierce. They had locked onto Chu Mu's upper, middle, and lower positions, making it impossible for him to dodge.
But in the eyes of a truly brilliant person, the flaws of these three swords were obvious. Especially when Chu Mu looked at them, not only did he see the trajectory of the three swords clearly, but he also saw how many flaws there were in Chu Mu's eyes.
His body did not move, and his feet did not move. The moment the three Sword Light approached him, Chu Mu's sword was unsheathed.
A perfect arc of light jumped out, and the sword shot out of the scabbard towards the opponent.
Chu Mu's sword flew through the gaps between the three Sword Light. The three swords were his strongest work. He thought that with these three swords, even if he could not defeat Chu Mu directly, he would be able to cause some trouble for Chu Mu.
He did not expect that Chu Mu would actually ignore his attack. He did not dodge or evade, and instantly counterattacked. His sword went through the gaps, straight for the opponent's throat.
Even if it was an unsharpened sword, it could still cause injuries to the throat. It could even cut open the throat. Shocked, the opponent quickly retracted his sword and retreated. Seeing that he was able to retract and release his sword freely, his basic skills were also very solid.
His footsteps intertwined as he retreated rapidly, causing Chu Mu's sword to miss. Before he could counterattack, Chu Mu twisted his wrist, and the sword that he had slashed out was thrust forward. It tore open the protective sword aura, and as fast as lightning, it was pressed against the opponent's throat. The cold chill made the pores on his neck open, and his hair stand on end.
"You win." The opponent's throat moved with difficulty, and he said with a dry mouth.
Chu Mu kept his ranking.
The competition continued. The 320th disciple chose his opponent, and the battle ended. When it was the 321st disciple's turn, he could only choose one of the 320 disciples in front of him to fight.
The lower the ranking of the disciples, the more disadvantageous their situation was. This was because they could only choose stronger opponents, such as Nan Wu. After the selection, they had to admit defeat and avoid fighting. Then, they were eliminated.
The opponent that challenged Chu Mu was also defeated by Chu Mu's sword.
The second round ended, and as many as 240 disciples had been eliminated.
There were still 400 disciples who had entered the third round. The first two rounds had already taken a day, so the third round would be held tomorrow.
After the competition ended, Chu Mu quickly returned to his room to cultivate. He used his mind to attack the God-Sealing Blood Curse on his sword intent. There was only a very thin layer left. If he continued, he would be able to break it completely, and his sword intent would be unsealed.
For the entire night, Chu Mu used his mind to attack the God-Sealing Blood Curse on his sword intent. It wasn't until dawn that he recovered his mind. After he recovered, he immediately left his room and rushed to the outer palace. The third round of the competition was about to begin.
There were only 400 seats left. There were also 400 disciples who had entered the third round. Chu Mu's ranking was still 223, and he was now in the lower middle of the rankings.
The disciples who were able to enter the third round were not weak. At least, their sword intent and profound had reached the third rank. Their comprehension of power control had also reached the advanced level. Their mastery of the Sky Desolation Sword Art was quite profound, and they all had their own trump cards.
Chu Mu didn't stand out as much among them.
When the third round began, Nan Wu, who was in first place, chose his opponent first. The disciple that he chose directly admitted defeat. He planned to choose a weaker opponent in the second half of the third round to defeat and enter the fourth round.
Now that the competition had entered the third round, they had to be careful. The disciples who chose first basically chose those who were ranked at the bottom and were weaker.
"I choose number two hundred and twenty-three." Disciple number one hundred and seventy-seven thought for a while and said. He knew a little about Chu Mu and had seen Chu Mu's four battles. He knew that Chu Mu's sword art was exquisite and above his own. But so what?
Sword art was only a part of the strength of a swordsman. There were other factors such as cultivation, sword intent, profound, and so on.
Chu Mu's sword intent and profound had been permanently sealed. This was something that almost everyone in the outer palace knew. In the previous battles, Chu Mu did not use any sword intent or profound. With his sword origin cultivation of the Complete Astral Realm, fourth rank sword intent, and profound of wind, as well as his advanced level of power control and the Sky Desolation Sword Art, it should be enough to defeat him.
It was expected that he would be chosen. Chu Mu stood up and left his seat. He strode to the center of the arena.
"This little guy was able to enter the third round. His strength is indeed not bad. I wonder if he can defeat his opponent and enter the fourth round?"
"What a pity. Such a genius was sealed by the Underworld God Clan's God-Sealing Blood Curse."
"If he wasn't a true genius, the Underworld God Clan wouldn't have spent so much effort to use the God-Sealing Blood Curse against him."
"No one has ever broken the God-Sealing Blood Curse. In this lifetime, he can only stop here. In the end, he will never be able to enter the true world of swordsmen."
The Third Palace Master and the Elders of the True Palace had all kinds of comments about Chu Mu.
Liu Xingcheng was very jealous. Chu Mu had not been eliminated as he had expected. Instead, he had entered the third round.
"Don't blame me for choosing you," Disciple number one hundred and seventy-seven said to Chu Mu.
"Please," Chu Mu said lightly.
The Sword Light shot out and tore through the air. In an instant, it enlarged in front of Chu Mu's eyes.
Before Chu Mu could react, the Sword Light suddenly trembled. It instantly split into a dozen rays and enveloped Chu Mu's entire body. It was as if they were attacking all parts of his body at the same time. The first move was a powerful sword move. He did not intend to stall for time.
A tyrannical aura rushed over. The sharp and shocking fourth rank sword intent merged with the fourth rank profound of wind. It was extremely fast, and the sound of a storm was heard. The sword intent pierced through everything. Chu Mu had no choice but to be cautious.
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