The pointy-mouthed young man panicked.
He was only at the peak of the seventh level. Why did a ninth level peak suddenly appear?
Immortal Sect?
Wasn't Immortal Sect just a small sect?
Shouldn't the strongest be Shi Tie who defeated the eighth level Duan Kuan? How could there be a ninth level peak?!
He didn't care about the basic rules!
He gritted his teeth and showed a ruthless expression. Taking advantage of the moment when Cao Xing Hua introduced himself, he threw out a few hidden weapons and poison pills. An even thicker purple smoke burst out.
The audience outside the ring couldn't help but retreat a little. Many people booed.
The pointy-mouthed young man threw out a dozen more poison pills, his eyes fixed on the figure in the smoke.
Suddenly,
As if something had swept past, the purple smoke was absorbed. Looking at Cao Xing Hua's hand, he was holding a huge water ball, purple poison swaying inside.
The poison was dissolved in water!
The huge water ball in Cao Xing Hua's hand slowly rotated, extracting and purifying, the color of the poison was getting darker and darker.
Holding the water ball, Cao Xing Hua walked step by step towards the pointy-mouthed young man.
The pointy-mouthed young man's expression became even uglier. He didn't know whether to throw the poison pill in his hand or not.
He shuddered.
His own antidote pill could only protect him when he absorbed a small amount of poison. That poison ball … even he couldn't extract such a high purity.
He suddenly turned and ran. Two hundred meters away was the edge of the ring.
There were more boos outside the ring. The younger generation's purpose was to show off their strength. There had never been a case of running away without fighting.
But just as the pointy-mouthed young man lifted his foot, the water mist in the air condensed into chains, swishing and binding his hands and feet.
Then,
The purple poison ball, condensed into essence, was pressed on the pointy-mouthed young man's face.
He fell on the spot, his hands and feet twitching, his mouth foaming.
Cao Xing Hua clapped his hands and took two steps back.
The official soldier walked up to the ring, lifted the pointy-mouthed young man away, and stuffed an antidote pill into his mouth. A moment later, the purplish-black color on his face faded a little.
This poison was really strong!
The porter soldier was in a difficult position. The rules were one healing pill and one antidote pill.
But now it seemed that he couldn't be saved?
He could only ask the manager of the ring with his eyes.
"Save him, put the extra medicine on his account, three times the price."
…
After Cao Xing Hua stood on the stage, there were not many challengers.
He waved his hand to summon a water dragon. No matter if it was a sixth or seventh tier expert, no one could block the attack of the water dragon.
In fact, he didn't even move a single step after entering the arena.
The strongest challenger was at the peak of the eighth layer, but it was just the effort of an extra water dragon. From the beginning to the end, Cao Xing Hua performed with ease.
This was the difference between a Mage and a brute.
More importantly, there was a difference in their cultivation realms.
The experts below the stage had all extinguished their thoughts of challenging Cao Xing Hua. As a result, Cao Xing Hua could only stand foolishly on the stage. After standing for a long time and sitting down, he also felt a little silly. After all, tens of thousands of eyes were staring at him.
When he successfully defended the ring, Cao Xing Hua walked off the stage and cried,
"Why isn't there anyone who can fight? This is not the fight I want! "
…
The next day.
When the Immortal Sect's disciple announced his name on the arena once again, the eighth and ninth stage experts, who had been looking for an opportunity, twitched their mouths.
"Another Immortal Sect!"
"Another leapfrogging victory. We're clearly the best among our peers!"
"It's been three days, it's been more than half of the tournament. Why haven't I had a chance to fight yet?!"
Among this batch of Immortal Sect disciples, most of their cultivation was only at the Sixth Awakening Stage. In the younger generation of the tournament, they could only be considered as below average.
But leapfrogging victory was different!
Even if many Immortal Sect disciples were too weak to fight again after defeating a strong opponent, they couldn't stand at the end of the ring. But … it was still amazing enough!
Especially since they all came from the same sect.
— — Immortal Sect!
In the morning, the one who successfully defended the ring was the Immortal Sect disciple Violet Nina.
As the second batch of disciples to join the Immortal Sect, Violet caught up with her outstanding talent and extraordinary will. Now she has the strength of the early Eighth Awakening Stage.
She was an expert in controlling the flow of things. Her strong willpower allowed her to exert unimaginable speed and strength when she controlled objects with her mind.
A flying sword defeated three Eighth Awakening Stage opponents in a row.
Until no one dared to go on the stage again.
But in the afternoon, something unexpected happened. After the Immortal Sect disciples went on the stage, they were faintly attacked.
When a Sixth Firmament Immortal Sect disciple went on the stage, a Seventh Firmament expert immediately rushed up.
After a difficult victory, another Seventh Firmament expert immediately rushed up without any hesitation, as though he was long prepared.
On the contrary.
When the Great Chang's Seventh Firmament expert defeated the Immortal Sect disciples, no one immediately appeared to challenge them. It was more or less a few minutes later.
Nothing could hide from the release of one's perception.
Tang Yu immediately knew the reason.
It was funny to say that it was just an exclusion.
The Immortal Sect was just a foreign sect. It was fine if their performance was average, but now they had stolen the limelight of countless sects near the capital and were being ganged up on by some factions.
He didn't care. In fact, he was happy to do so.
Cao Xinghua was extremely vexed. However, he had already obtained the qualifications and couldn't enter the ring again.
In the afternoon, the last to stand were the Immortal Sect disciples.
Blind Nun Adelan and Violet were from the same batch of disciples who joined the Immortal Sect. Back then, both of them had shone brilliantly during the assessment.
Violet's will was extraordinary, while Adelan's perception was extraordinary.
She was able to predict and avoid her opponent's attack every time. Her battle was extremely rhythmic, as though she was placing a chess piece on a chessboard.
She easily defeated her first opponent at the Eighth Firmament.
She also easily defeated her second opponent.
The third opponent, Adelan, was in a difficult position. She had already exposed too many combat means and was being deliberately targeted.
She countered speed-type Awakened, but she was countered by Ability Users who were good at area-of-effect damage.
She had won this battle, but she had also been injured.
The fourth opponent was no longer at the Eighth Firmament, but an early-stage Ninth Firmament Awakened.
The two sparred for more than ten minutes before Adelan used a psyche spell to stun her opponent and defeat the ninth Firmament expert.
There was silence for a few minutes.
No one else stepped onto the ring to challenge her.
Tang Yu guessed that the allied factions didn't have anyone from the younger generation that they could send out. The others were afraid of Adelan's momentum from her consecutive victories and didn't dare challenge her.
He left her standing until the end.
However, Adelan was already at the end of her tether.
The third day, the fourth day …
The younger generation's arena matches continued in full swing.
In the past two days, none of the Immortal Sect disciples had succeeded in defending their arena.
Firstly, top geniuses like Cao Xinghua and Violet could no longer participate. Secondly, the disciples of the Immortal Sect had been targeted even more. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell.
However, the effects of the training were immediate.
Great Chang's combat techniques, Dharma spells, and combat style were quite different from the Immortal Sect disciples. Furthermore, it was a real battle. Apart from Shanggong Ling who had yet to take action, everyone had gained something.
From the third day onwards, Tang Yu stopped watching the rookies fight.
Fanny went shopping by herself, while he stayed in the rented courtyard and continued to comprehend the spatial laws.
He had a feeling that at his current speed, he would be able to grasp a spatial-elemental domain in another decade or two.
Others raised their domain to its limits before using it to gain insights into the laws.
But he did the opposite.
Who asked him to conjure so many nomological fragments?
In the chamber, Tang Yu, who was sitting cross-legged to gain insights into the laws, suddenly opened his eyes.
The corners of his mouth curled into a smile.
"After waiting for so long, the Great Chang officials are finally here. It sure wasn't easy!"
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