"Both parties confirm that the competition will be a group battle. Liu Ming will challenge Lin Qian for a spot in the Middle Ancient Ruins. Let the competition begin!" After the elder finished speaking, he took out a jade token and poured his soul power into it.
Following that, the elder squatted down and knocked the jade token on the ground.
A crisp sound of collision could be heard. The patterns of the array formed by the soul power spread out and covered the entire arena.
The fluctuation of the array appeared. After gathering the surrounding spiritual energy, the array turned it into white soul power and turned it into a barrier that covered the entire arena.
After covering the entire dueling ring, the barrier turned transparent, allowing the spectating disciples to see it clearly.
At the same time, a ball of soul power condensed into the shape of a chair in the center of the arena. After the elder sat on the chair, it lifted him up slowly.
It was only when the elder reached the sky above the barrier that he stopped, allowing him to overlook the entire competition stage number 36.
The competition had officially begun. Lin Qian stared ahead and shouted, "Prepare for battle!"
Clang!
As soon as Lin Qian finished speaking, the 2,000 soldiers behind him drew their swords and blades. Their heavy armors were covered with soul power.
At the same time, the spear-wielding soldiers standing around the arena shouted. They stepped forward and pointed their spears at Liu Ming, Lei Kuo, and the rest.
In an instant, the soldiers of the Hua Xia Empire were ready for battle. As long as Lin Qian gave the order, they would charge out immediately.
Although these soldiers were of the lowest grade, they were still separated by strength.
But even the lowest-ranked soldiers were divided into strong and weak. Back then, the soldiers at the Form Origin Realm were all low-ranked soldiers.
Now, these soldiers with the strength of a Rank Nine Nirvana Realm were the lowest grade soldiers. Naturally, their strength was on a higher level.
Twelve cycles of Nirvana gave Lin Qian a stronger physical body and purer soul power.
Therefore, although he was still in the Form Origin Realm, he could already withstand the lowest grade soldiers coming to the outside world through the Heaven's Mark.
The entrance to the training ground was connected to the various peaks where the disciples lived. Between the two places was a dense forest.
When he knew that Liu Ming had changed the format of the duel to a group battle, Lin Qian controlled Tian Hen to let the Hua Xia Empire soldiers teleport into the forest before coming over.
After all, summoning so many soldiers out of thin air was a little shocking.
"I'll give you another ten breaths of time to prepare. By the way, my soldiers will not be merciful. If you feel that your lives are in danger, then put your hands on your head and lie on the ground. My soldiers will not attack anymore. "
"Next, as long as you leave the stage with your hands on your heads, you can still keep your lives."
"However, I have to remind you that if you dare to attack again after conceding, then the swords of the soldiers behind me will not be merciful."
Lin Qian said loudly to the disciples behind Liu Ming and Lei Kuo, then turned to look at Lei Qian. "A few breaths!"
When Lei Qian heard this, he nodded and looked at the other side, saying in a clear voice, "One breath!"
"Two breaths …"
Lei Qian's several breaths of time voice resounded through the sky. The expressions of the surrounding disciples changed.
If things were really as Lei Kuo said, that Lin Qian was faking it, then what about now?
Lin Qian had already confirmed his participation in the duel, and the duel had already started. There was no turning back.
However, Lin Qian was not nervous at all. The heavy-armored soldiers had already pulled out their weapons, looking as though they were ready to fight.
Lei Kuo's expression also changed.
"That's not right. How did Lin Qian confirm it? Why is he so calm? "The situation in front of him made Lei Kuo panic.
According to the way things were going, Lin Qian should have given the game away. He should have panicked and refused to confirm the duel. He should have given up dejectedly.
At the very least, he should have let the dozens of inner sect disciples from the Rapid Thunder Division come up for a final struggle.
Why would Lin Qian confirm it so readily? Why wasn't he nervous or flustered?
"Ten breaths!" As Lei Kuo was thinking, Lei Qian counted to ten.
Boom!
Scarlet-gold lightning roared and purple lightning roared. The soul power in Lin Qian and Lei Qian's bodies erupted at the same time.
"As expected, boss's aura is far from what it was in the morning. His halo is also only at the ninth level. After suppressing his strength, he can hide his twelve cycles of nirvana," Lei Qian thought silently as he looked at Lin Qian beside him.
At this moment, Lin Qian also spoke up. "I'll deal with Liu Ming. You go and deal with Lei Kuo. Take a good look at the results of your seven days of cultivation."
"Can you do it?" Hearing Lin Qian's words, Lei Qian looked down at his hands, somewhat doubting himself.
"I've said it before. It's not that you can't do it. It's that I'm too strong." As he said this, Lin Qian looked around at the surrounding disciples. "Prove to them that you, Lei Qian, are strong!"
Lei Qian closed his eyes. The image of the Rapid Thunder Division disintegrating appeared in his mind, as well as those doubtful words.
When he opened his eyes again, his face was filled with determination. "I'm definitely not wrong to follow Lin Qian. I just want to become stronger. I'm the Thunder Emperor's grandson!"
Crackle!
Purple lightning crackled as a palm-sized sword core appeared in front of Lei Qian. He took out the nine dark purple balls from his storage space and floated in front of him.
"Elemental Weapon Equipment!"
The power of his martial soul burst forth and condensed into a sword. The metal ball-like component instantly melted into liquid metal and flowed towards the core.
The purple Rapid Thunder Sword was formed. Lightning snakes swam along the blade as Lei Qian tightly grasped the sword hilt.
"Zhao Long, lead the spearmen and wait for orders. Swordsmen and bladesmen, charge with me!" The scarlet-gold lightning soul power on Lin Qian's body rumbled. After giving the order, he turned into a bolt of lightning and charged forward.
"Kill!"
At the same time, battle cries rose from behind Lin Qian. Two thousand heavy armored soldiers turned into a torrent of steel as they charged forward.
Everyone could clearly feel that the ground seemed to be shaking as the two thousand people charged forward.
"Elemental Weapon Equipment!"
When Liu Ming, Lei Kuo, and the others saw Lin Qian, their expressions changed as they shouted with trembling voices.
The liquid metal climbed towards Liu Ming's hands and instantly solidified into a pair of metal gloves with sharp blades attached to them.
In the blink of an eye, Lei Kuo's soul power was also rumbling purple lightning. His elemental weapon was a longsword, very similar to Lei Qian's.
Just as Lei Kuo finished equipping his elemental weapon, a purple figure suddenly appeared in front of him and slashed at him with a sword light.
In a moment of desperation, Lei Kuo hurriedly raised the longsword in his hand. "Lei Qian, you're overestimating yourself. You've always been suppressed by me since you were young. Do you think that after following Lin Qian for a few days, you'll …"
Before Lei Kuo could finish his sentence, he was sent flying along with the longsword in his hand. He crashed into twenty to thirty inner disciples behind him before he finally stopped and fell to the ground.
"Hua!"
The spectating disciples below Arena Number 36 were in an uproar as they watched the scene unfold on stage in disbelief.
Lei Qian was also stunned as he looked at the Galloping Lightning Sword in his hand. "So I'm actually this powerful?"
Liu Ming was also shocked by this scene as he stared at Lei Qian, who had appeared beside him.
"What? You're still in the mood to look at others?" Lin Qian's voice suddenly rang out in Liu Ming's ears.
Liu Ming felt a chill run down his spine as he suddenly turned around and punched forward.
The wind from his punch whistled as the air exploded. Golden soul power wrapped around Liu Ming's fist.
Liu Ming, who had the strongest physical body among the inner disciples, didn't hold back at all as he unleashed his strongest attack.
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