Early the next morning, just as the sun rose, the Moyang City martial arena was already packed with people.
Today was the triennial martial gathering of Moyang City. Many people had arrived early to watch the battles.
The martial gathering of Moyang City was a competition between the younger generation of the major clans. The result of the competition would determine the ranking of the clans in Moyang City for the next three years.
On the viewing platform of the martial arena, representatives of the major clans appeared one after another.
Mo Tai sat on the most conspicuous seat of honor. Below him were the head of the Ba clan, Ba Wuli, the head elder of the Nie clan, Nie Wenyuan, and the other clan heads of the major clans.
Nie Tian was supposed to appear on the viewing platform as well, but he didn't want to waste time with the clan heads and elders, so he let Nie Wenyuan take his place.
"City Lord, the martial gathering of Moyang City this time is very lively. Who does the City Lord think will be the champion of this Martial Meet? "Ba Wuli narrowed his eyes and glanced at Mo Tai with a trace of disdain.
If it was any other time, Ba Wuli would never dare to show such an attitude in front of Mo Tai.
But the situation was different now. After tonight, the position of Moyang City Lord would change hands, and Ba Wuli could no longer hold back his ill intentions.
Mo Tai naturally understood what Ba Wuli was thinking, but he maintained a calm expression and said indifferently, "I believe that the champion of this year's martial gathering will be the same as three years ago, Nie Tian of the Nie Clan."
"City Lord is too kind." Nie Wenyuan smiled faintly.
"Oh? Is that so? " Ba Wuli smiled coldly and said without any hesitation, "I don't think so. A mere ninth level origin pulse trash wants to be the champion, what a joke!"
"Yeah. I heard that the second young master of the Ba clan, Ba Ziliang, has returned from his training and is already at the fourth level of the origin spirit realm. I wonder if the rumor is true? "Ma clan head Ma Jingwu said, not hiding his flattery towards Ba Wuli at all.
"I think young master Ba Ziliang is only eighteen years old. Already at the fourth level of the origin spirit realm at such a young age, what a young genius. It seems that Young Master Ba Ziliang is the real number one genius of Moyang City. "The Patriarch of the Yang Family, Yang Wudi, said.
Now that the Ba Clan was powerful, there were faint signs of it overshadowing the City Lord's Mansion. These Clan Lords were all shrewd characters, and they would not let go of this opportunity to curry favor.
Although the news of the Ba clan's eldest young master being crippled and the Ba clan surrounding the Nie clan and retreating had spread like wildfire, everyone still believed that the Ba clan was very powerful, powerful enough to make the City Governor's Mansion apprehensive.
After all, Mo Tai had no children, and his only daughter had yet to awaken her primordial spirit. In the future, when Ba Ziliang grows up, Moyang City will definitely have a new owner.
Mo Tai looked at the Ma and Yang family heads and smiled faintly, saying, "Ba Ziliang is indeed at the Fourth Level Origin Spirit Realm, and his strength and talent are both very strong. However, Nie Tian is not as weak as Ba Clan's Patriarch made him out to be. This City Lord saw with his own eyes that Nie Tian defeated Ba Ziliang in three moves. If Nie Tian is trash, then what is Ba Ziliang? "
"City Lord Mo, you..." Ba Wuli glared at Mo Tai, actually wanting to flare up.
But Mo Tai had a calm expression as he said with a cold smile, "When Ba Ziliang was defeated, Ba Clan's Patriarch was also present. Are you trying to deny it?"
Ba Wuli suppressed his anger and gritted his teeth, saying, "That stinky brat was just lucky. Now that my son is already at the Fifth Level Origin Spirit Realm, if he meets Nie Tian again, he will definitely be able to kill him! "
"Let's hope so." Mo Tai laughed in a low voice, declining to comment.
Mo Tai was very confident in Nie Tian. Even if Ba Ziliang broke through to the Fifth Level Origin Spirit Realm, it was also absolutely impossible for him to be Nie Tian's match.
However, Ba Wuli seemed to be very confident as well, with a confident look. He glanced at Mo Tai and laughed coldly in his heart. "Mo Tai, just wait to watch a good show."
The other family heads also did not speak anymore.
Anyone could tell that there would be a battle between the Ba clan and the City Governor's Mansion sooner or later.
But they definitely would not have thought that this battle would arrive very soon.
On the martial arena, everything was ready.
After Mo Tai said a few words as per usual, the martial gathering officially began.
The people participating in the martial gathering were all youngsters below the age of twenty.
In previous years, a Ninth Level Origin Meridian was already the peak strength. But this year was different, because Ba Ziliang, this Fifth Level Origin Spirit Realm fellow, had appeared. And Nie Tian and Mo Ruxi had also awakened their origin spirits, becoming Essence Spirit martial artists.
The first match began.
Very coincidentally, it was Nie Tian against a disciple of the Ma Clan, Ma Yang.
Ma Yang stepped onto the martial arena with a step, with a domineering look.
Nie Tian also stepped onto the martial arena, but had a lazy attitude.
The state of the two formed a stark contrast.
Nie Tian's appearance immediately attracted everyone's attention.
Recently, there had been a lot of rumors about Nie Tian. Crippling Ba Ziyang, defeating Ba Ziliang, etc.
But the majority of people only treated these as rumors. Very few people believed that it was true.
After all, Nie Tian had already been a cripple for three years. No one would believe that a cripple could suddenly rise.
On the viewing platform, several patriarchs could not help but discuss.
"Ma Yang, an outstanding talent of my Ma Clan's younger generation, already at the Eighth Level Origin Meridian Realm. Against someone who has been crippled for three years, it seems to be a bit of a bully." Ma Clan's patriarch Ma Jingwu was the first to speak, his tone filled with ridicule.
Nie Wenyuan glanced at Ma Jingwu and sneered, "Ma Clan's patriarch is making a good joke. But you'll soon know who's the bully."
"Mister Nie, looks like your Nie Clan is not convinced. A cripple patriarch, do you still want to bully others?" Yang Clan's patriarch Yang Wudi laughed.
Nie Wenyuan snorted coldly, and simply ignored this bunch of idiots.
On the martial arena.
"Nie Tian, the former number one genius of Moyang City, who had been a cripple for three years. To think that there would be a day when you would stand on the martial arena. What a surprise." Ma Yang looked at Nie Tian the moment he stepped onto the stage, and adopted a mocking attitude.
"Ma Yang, twenty years old, Eighth Level Origin Meridian Realm. I really don't understand, with such trash strength, where does your confidence come from. "Nie Tian only glanced at Ma Yang, and no longer had the desire to look at him a second time.
The strength of his opponent made Nie Tian lose the slightest desire to fight.
"Nie Tian, do you think you're still the genius from three years ago?" Ma Yang sneered, "I see that you're a cripple, so I'll let you make three moves first, after three moves …"
"Bang!" Before Ma Yang could finish his sentence, a muffled sound rang out, and he fell off the stage, sprawled on the ground, unable to get up for a long time.
"There's no need for three moves, I only need you to let me make one move." Nie Tian smiled speechlessly, turned around, and leapt off the stage.
Lying on the ground, Ma Yang felt as if all the bones in his body were broken. He did not clearly see when and how Nie Tian made his move.
The Patriarchs on the spectator's stand were also dumbfounded. Even they did not see Nie Tian's move clearly.
Nie Wenyuan laughed, "An outstanding talent of the Ma Clan can't even withstand one move, what a bully."
Ma Jingwu's face turned red, and he felt a lump in his throat that he could neither swallow nor spit out.
"You're just a piece of trash at the eighth level of Origin Meridian, what's there to be proud of?" Ba Wuli ridiculed.
Nie Wenyuan smiled faintly, "Then let's wait until our Patriarch defeats that second young master of the Ba Clan whose surname isn't Ba."
Ba Wuli's eyes turned cold, and he roared in his heart, Nie Wenyuan, after tonight, I'll make you kneel before me and admit your mistake!
Nie Tian defeating Ma Yang in one move had caused quite a commotion.
Only now did people know that the rumors about Nie Tian were true. The Nie Clan's trash Patriarch had really risen to power!
Looking at Nie Tian from afar, Ba Ziliang's eyes were filled with endless rage, and he sneered in his heart, Nie Tian, I'll torture you to death with my own hands, and let the people of Moyang City know who the true number one genius is.
Nie Tian had no interest in the following matches. They were all fights between Origin Meridian practitioners, and they held no attraction for him.
This continued until Ba Ziliang's figure appeared in the dueling ring. Unfortunately, Ba Ziliang's opponent was a Nie Clan cultivator, Nie Shan.
Nie Shan was nineteen years old, and at the seventh level of Origin Meridian.
"Nie Tian, I'll make you watch as the Nie Clan's practitioners die!" Ba Ziliang did not even look at Nie Shan, and instead roared at Nie Tian, who was below the arena.
Nie Tian frowned slightly.
"Ba Ziliang, what are you trying to do?" Feeling the cold killing intent, Nie Shan's face turned pale.
"Die!" Ba Ziliang did not give Nie Shan any chance, and with a palm strike, a sharp sword aura shot towards Nie Shan.
"Pu!" The sword aura swept past, and Nie Shan's chest was directly pierced, and he died on the spot.
"Haha! This is a practitioner of the Nie Clan? Can't even withstand a single blow! "Ba Ziliang laughed wildly, and walked off the arena with a proud expression.
"Bastard!" Nie Tian snorted, his eyes flashing with killing intent.
At this moment, Ba Ziliang had become a dead man in Nie Tian's eyes.
"All practitioners of the Nie Clan, withdraw from the martial gathering!" Nie Tian made a prompt decision, and ordered all the practitioners of the Nie Clan to withdraw from the martial gathering.
This martial gathering was not important in the first place, and there was no need to add more casualties. Nie Tian alone was enough for the Nie Clan.
The Nie Clan did not dare to disobey Nie Tian, and all of them withdrew from the martial gathering.
"All practitioners of the Ba Clan, withdraw from the martial gathering." Facing Nie Tian's actions, Ba Ziliang chose to go tit for tat.
Ba Ziliang also knew that this martial gathering was meaningless, and the only meaningful thing was the battle between him and Nie Tian, so there was no need for the practitioners of the Ba Clan to continue participating in the competition.
The Nie and Ba Clan's practitioners withdrew from the competition at the same time, and the remaining practitioners were less than half.
The following battles, were even simpler and more violent.
Everyone who fought with Ba Ziliang, were all killed in one move.
And Nie Tian's opponents were all defeated in one move.
This martial gathering, had practically become Nie Tian and Ba Ziliang's individual show.
In less than an hour, the top four of the martial gathering were decided: Nie Tian, Ba Ziliang, Mo Ruxi, and Ma Gang.
Among the four, other than Ma Gang, the other three were Essence Spirit martial artists.
Ma Gang was able to enter the top four, not because he was strong, but because he was lucky, and did not meet Nie Tian and the other two.
The top four finals began, the first match, Nie Tian against Mo Ruxi.
"I admit defeat." Before Nie Tian had even stepped onto the stage, Mo Ruxi's voice had already sounded out.
"I admit defeat!" Mo Ruxi admitted defeat, and the entire audience went into an uproar.
Mo Ruxi's performance in the martial gathering was not inferior to Nie Tian's, and everyone thought that there would be an exciting battle between the two.
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