Dawn always came very quickly. In the blink of an eye, it was morning.
Yang Li's identity token once again sent out a message. Opening his eyes, he discovered that it was a notice for the competition.
"All participating disciples, quickly head to the battle field. Those who do not arrive at 9 am will be considered to have given up!"
Yang Li stood up and walked towards the battle field. Today, there were fewer people heading to the battle field. Some of the eliminated disciples had already begun to cultivate in seclusion.
Soon, he arrived. A person beside Yin Fang asked, "Are the 300 disciples all here?"
When the person heard this, he closed his eyes and sensed and nodded.
Yin Fang directly stood up and said, "The 300 participating disciples are all here. Now, I will announce the competition format!"
"The 300 disciples will be divided into 10 groups. Each group has 30 people! The 10 people with the most wins will be the top 100 in the competition! In other words, each of you will have to experience 29 battles! Disciples, do you understand? "
"Yes!" The participating disciples replied in unison.
"Good, the new group information is already in your identity token. Quickly head to your arena area. No delays! In 15 minutes, the competition will officially begin! "
"Yes!"
The disciples In The Field all rushed towards their respective arenas. Compared to yesterday, there were thousands more seats In The Field. The participating disciples were also divided into preparation areas. There were also fruits containing spiritual energy for the participating disciples to eat.
Yin Fang had been standing the whole time. After seeing that all the disciples had arrived, he raised his voice and said, "The battle information has been distributed according to each disciple's participation number. It has been sent to each disciple's identity token. Remember the battle information in your identity token. If there is any delay, you will not be able to participate in the competition and will be directly eliminated!"
"Each person will have to fight 10 battles a day. Participants with zero wins each day will be directly eliminated!"
When Yang Li heard this, he looked at his identity token and said, "Group D number 4, fourth match, against Group D number 27, Feng Yang. He is a Blue disciple. "
Group D's strength was on the stronger side. There were several Purple and Gold disciples, Lin Lang. As for the Blue and Gray disciples, they were not in Yang Li's consideration at all.
Even for the Purple disciples, he only looked at the rankings of the previous competition and did not pay much attention to them.
His only opponent was Lin Lang.
"Next, all the disciples who are participating in the first round of the competition, come up the stage quickly. The competition will officially begin!"
Following Yin Fang's order, the participating disciples displayed their various movement techniques. Some were like phantoms, some were leaping, and some were strolling leisurely towards the arena. Within The Field, there was a burst of cheers.
Group D's first match was a disciple with a purple word against a disciple with a grey word. The disciple with a grey word threw out a few spells symbolically before admitting defeat. The audience instantly booed, but he didn't care and directly walked off the stage.
Seeing this scene, Yang Li's evaluation of him became a little higher. Even if he knew that he couldn't defeat his opponent, he would only exhaust his spiritual power faster. It was better to save some spiritual power and use it to fight against an opponent who was on par with him. That way, he could fight for a higher ranking.
The second battle was between two disciples with the word "Grey". Both of them were at the second level of the Blood Tempering Realm, and they exchanged hundreds of blows. Strong fluctuations of spiritual energy could be felt from time to time on the stage. The disciples below also watched with great interest and expressed their opinions.
The third match was between a Blue disciple and a Gray disciple. The Gray disciple was completely suppressed the entire time, and there was almost nothing to see.
However, when the disciples below saw this match, the discussions became even more heated.
"Mo Xue was only ranked 67th in the previous competition, right? But according to the strength he has displayed now, he can completely match up to a Purple disciple! "
"Also, this Mo Xue's cultivation is extremely fast. In the previous competition, he was only at the early stage of the second level of the Tempered Blood Realm. Now, he is already at the middle stage of the third level."
"Yes, yes, yes. Also, this is just a normal match. He definitely has a trump card. This time, he might be able to fight for a Gold disciple."
"Not only does he have a trump card, a Purple disciple also has a trump card. Moreover, there are only ten spots for Gold disciples. It won't be so easy to get one. Let's continue watching."
As the discussions of the disciples gradually died down, on the arena, the Gray disciple who had used his last trump card was easily defeated by Mo Xue. Mo Xue then blasted him off the arena with a single strike, and the battle was completely over.
At this moment, Yang Li's identity token vibrated, and a message came, "Group D's number 4, Yang Li, versus Group D's number 27, Feng Yang. Please hurry to the arena to participate in the match. If you don't arrive in fifteen minutes, it will be considered as a forfeit."
After Yang Li felt the aura, he slowly walked onto the arena. Feng Yang, on the other hand, used his movement technique and floated onto the arena like a cool breeze.
Seeing the way the two of them entered the arena, the disciples in the preparation area, who originally wanted to use this match to see Feng Yang's strength, shook their heads in disappointment.
The contrast between the two was extremely obvious. Even the disciples in the preparation area felt this way, so the disciples below were even more pessimistic about Yang Li.
"I feel that this Yang Li will definitely lose. Even the way he entered the arena is so bad," a disciple said confidently.
"I feel the same way. A Gray disciple and a Blue disciple. Furthermore, Feng Yang was number 58 in the last Blood Tempering Tournament. This match will probably be a one-sided one."
"Don't just look at the way he entered the arena. His spirit energy level is enough to crush Feng Yang. A Tempered Blood Stage Level 1 versus a Tempered Blood Stage Late Stage Level 3. He will probably concede again."
"That's right. The 67th ranked Mo Xue is already so strong. Even if Feng Yang didn't improve as much as him, he must have improved. Who knows, he might even be stronger than Mo Xue!"
"The results haven't come out yet, so no one knows. What if this Yang Li is a dark horse? Let's just wait and see. Previously, this Yang Li's name had spread like wildfire. "
"I've heard about what you said, but can a Qi Condensation cultivator compare to a Tempered Blood Stage cultivator? In the Tempered Blood Stage, skipping one level is already difficult, let alone skipping two levels. "
When Yang Li heard the discussion below, he didn't care. On the other side, Feng Yang was also very calm. He didn't even look at Yang Li. He lowered his head and thought about his own matters.
After seeing the two people go up on stage, the judge announced, "The match begins!"
Feng Yang raised his head and lazily said, "Junior Brother, are you going to concede, or do I have to beat you down?"
"Senior Brother's words are a bit too much. We haven't even fought yet, how do you know that I will definitely lose?" Yang Li smiled and replied to Feng Yang.
Hearing Yang Li's words, Feng Yang's eyes flashed with a trace of disdain. He said, "Then, Junior Brother, you have to be careful. If Senior Brother goes overboard, please forgive me. However, bullying the weak is a bit inappropriate. Junior Brother, you should go first."
"Okay, Senior Brother. Then, Junior Brother won't be polite." Hearing Feng Yang's words, Yang Li's smile became even wider. He completely ignored Feng Yang's previous sentence. He didn't even think that he would be defeated by Feng Yang.
After speaking, Yang Li took out the Crouching Phoenix Lance and casually said, "Senior Brother, pay attention. Junior Brother is going to attack."
"Okay, okay, I know. Junior Brother, hurry up and attack." Although Feng Yang still had a lazy look, the spiritual power in his body quietly started to circulate.
Yang Li smiled again. He used the Flickering Light Shadow Technique and appeared behind Feng Yang. A spear that contained a strong spiritual power and a violent aura suddenly pierced towards the center of Feng Yang's back.
Feeling the strength of Yang Li's attack, Feng Yang was instantly shocked. He quickly condensed a thick barrier and barely blocked the attack. He was forced back a few steps.
Feng Yang's eyes narrowed. His hand gripped the hilt of the sword hanging on his waist and he said in a low voice, "Junior Brother hid it so deeply. Then, let Senior Brother witness your methods again! Snow Wind Sword Technique, One Sword Stains the Winter Snow! "
Feng Yang suddenly unsheathed his sword. The sword was filled with a biting cold aura. It was as if it was winter, the coldness was bone-piercing. A silver-white splendor that seemed to be slowly slashed towards Yang Li suddenly pierced through.
The disciples below were in an uproar. Yang Li actually didn't resist at all. They all thought that Yang Li had been killed.
"This idiot, he actually didn't even block it! This is great. He's dead! "A disciple sighed and said.
"Something's wrong. Look behind Feng Yang!" A disciple with extremely good eyesight discovered Yang Li.
"Feng Yang's spiritual technique pierced through his afterimage!" Another disciple also saw it and was instantly even more shocked.
Just like what they said, Feng Yang also felt it. What he pierced was only an afterimage. At this moment, he suddenly felt a sense of danger from above. Feng Yang's body quivered and without any hesitation, he raised his sword to meet it.
However, a roaring fire dragon appeared in front of him. It was like a god that was angered by a mortal. With a tyrannical and surging aura, it fiercely attacked his body.
"Flaming God Spear Technique, Flaming Dragon Soars to the Heavens!"
Feng Yang felt the aura of Yang Li's spiritual technique and an irresistible feeling of helplessness emerged in his heart. However, he still didn't give up.
"Snow Wind Sword Technique, One Sword Becomes Snow Wind!"
Feng Yang directly displayed his most powerful move, attempting to use his attack to break his attack. His long sword shone with a cold light, giving off a piercingly cold aura. The coldness radiated in all directions, as if it wanted to freeze everything in sight. He slowly welcomed Yang Li's attack.
However, what happened next shocked everyone.
Feng Yang's spiritual technique was swallowed by Yang Li's fire dragon. Its momentum didn't decrease and it fiercely crashed into Feng Yang's body. Feng Yang was blasted a few meters away and collapsed on the ground.
Yang Li's figure followed closely behind. When Feng Yang landed on the ground, the Crouching Phoenix Lance's spearhead was pointed at Feng Yang's neck.
Feng Yang felt the aura of the spear in front of him. He smiled bitterly and sighed, "I was arrogant and underestimated Junior Brother. I admit defeat."
After he finished speaking, Feng Yang slowly closed his eyes. A desolate aura emitted from his body.
This match made him feel sad. He had trained hard for a year, but he had lost to someone whose cultivation was two levels lower than his. This made him extremely unwilling, but he was indeed not as skilled as his opponent, so there was no reason for him to say anything.
Hearing Feng Yang admit defeat, Yang Li kept his spear and turned to look at the judge. He asked calmly, "Elder, can you announce the results now?"
When the judge heard Yang Li's words, he seemed to have woken up from a dream and nodded awkwardly.
Then, he walked to the middle of the arena and announced loudly, "Group D, number four Yang Li in the late stage of the first stage of the blood tempering realm versus number 27 Feng Yang in the late stage of the third stage of the blood tempering realm. The winner is Yang Li!"
The intentionally added cultivation indicated the judge's recognition of Yang Li. It also showed the judge's shock.
Two levels higher, but defeated his opponent in two moves. Furthermore, he only used one spiritual technique! It could be said to be an instant kill!
Below the arena, many disciples' mouths were wide open. Their eyes were filled with shock and disbelief. Everyone felt that it was unbelievable. However, the results were right there.
When the judge announced the results, many people came back to their senses.
Although this battle was extremely short and everyone only made two moves, it was still deeply engraved in their minds.
This battle was even more exciting than they had imagined!
When Yang Li heard the results, he immediately walked down the arena and returned to the preparation area.
However, he thought to himself, "I thought that I would be able to defeat my opponent without using any spiritual techniques. Now that I think about it, I underestimated the blue shirt disciples."
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