(I've already noticed you. You'd better perform well.)
Year 396, May 12th of the Zhenwu Calendar.
The sky was bright and the sun had yet to rise. However, the entire Zhenwu City was out of the ordinary. It woke up and gradually became lively.
Many people walked out of their houses and headed towards the same destination. It was —
The Zhenwu Battle Arena!
The Zhenwu Battle Arena was built by the three grand families and five major clans. It was located in the center of Zhenwu City and was extremely large. It could accommodate tens of thousands of people at the same time without being crowded. In the center was a huge arena that was a hundred meters long, a hundred meters wide, and a meter tall.
There were many people surrounding the arena. There was only a path that was a few meters wide. A group of people was walking through the path.
"It's the Tang Grand Family."
"That person must be Dragon Spear Tang Junluo. He looks extraordinary."
There were more than fifty people from the Tang Grand Family. All of them were going to participate in the Zhenwu Battle of Heroes.
After the Tang Grand Family, it was the Li Grand Family with more than fifty people. Then, it was the Zhao Grand Family with more than fifty people. Li Zhenshi and Zhao Wangcheng were among them.
Then, it was the five major clans' turn. Compared to the three grand families, the five major clans had fewer participants. They only had about thirty people.
Chen Zong was also in the Chen Clan's team.
"Dragon Spear Tang Junluo, Famed Sword Li Zhenshi, Cold Saber Zhao Wangcheng, True Sword Chen Zong, and the Four Young Heroes of Wind Martial are all here."
"Have their cultivation reached the sixth level of the Qi and Blood Realm?"
"Judging from the Qi and Blood Force fluctuations from their bodies, they should still be at the fifth level of the Qi and Blood Realm. However, the four of them are geniuses. All of them have the record of defeating martial artists at the sixth level of the Qi and Blood Realm. It's expected that they would participate in the Zhenwu Battle of Heroes."
"The Five Young Heroes of Wind Martial are here too."
As the crowd discussed, more and more participants from the younger generation arrived. There were small clans and factions, as well as independent martial artists, etc. More and more people arrived.
"You guys, find a chance to make it impossible for Chen Zong to enter the top 100." The leader of the Drizzle Gang secretly told the teenagers who had participated in the battle of the wind warrior heroes.
Due to the pressure from the Chen family, he had no choice but to apologize, but his heart was filled with hatred and murderous intent towards Chen Zong. He could not wait to skin Chen Zong alive, pull out his tendons, file his bones, and scatter his ashes. Although he could not make a move right now, he could still cause trouble for Chen Zong. As long as Chen Zong could not enter the Seven Lights Martial Arts Academy this time and could only wait for another year, then perhaps he could find a secret opportunity to kill Chen Zong and avenge his only son.
"Don't worry, Sect Master." The youths nodded.
A figure soared over like a great roc spreading its wings. After circling once, it landed on the huge arena. Surprisingly, it was a middle-aged man wearing a green robe. There were many wind imprints on his robe.
"Everyone …" The middle-aged man gestured with both hands. His voice was loud and clear, and it immediately silenced the discussions around him, "My name is Qin Xinsheng, an instructor of the Seven Lights Martial Arts Academy's Martial Arts Academy's Martial Arts Academy. I am here to preside over the battle of the heroes of Wind Martial City."
"This time, there are a total of nine hundred and eighty-three participants in the battle of the wind warrior heroes." Qin Xinsheng's voice was like a gust of wind blowing into everyone's ears. It was very clear, "But only the top 100 are qualified to enter the Seven Lights Martial Arts Academy."
"Whether or not you can enter the Seven Lights Martial Arts Academy will depend on your own abilities."
"Now, nine hundred and eighty-three participants will be divided into five groups. You will step onto the big arena in order for the battle royale. The last fifty people standing on the big arena will be qualified for the second battle royale." Qin Xinsheng's words were concise and comprehensive. He did not say anything superfluous, "Remember, everything must be done with the goal of knocking others off the arena. You are not allowed to deliberately injure others, nor are you allowed to form gangs and deliberately work together to deal with others. Whoever dares to violate this rule will be disqualified."
Soon, the nine hundred and eighty-three participants were divided into groups. The first to the fourth group each had two hundred people. Only the fifth group had fewer people, one hundred and eighty-three people.
Chen Zong was arranged to be in the third group.
The first group of two hundred people jumped onto the big arena one after another and immediately spread out. They each found a place to stand and waited for their orders.
"The first group battle royale begins." As soon as Qin Xinsheng's voice fell, the two hundred people on the big arena immediately moved. They attacked the people around them one after another.
For a time, loud shouts, exclamations, and the sound of wind breaking were mixed together. It was very noisy. Figures flashed and intertwined, dazzling the audience.
Qin Xinsheng's eyes contained divine light, and he clearly saw every person on the big arena. No one could violate the rules under his eyes.
Figures were knocked off the arena one after another. When they got up, they were filled with hatred and unwillingness. This meant that they had lost their qualifications.
"Fortunately, I still have another chance next year." Some people comforted themselves and quickly got over it. Some people were unable to get over it in a short period of time because this was their last chance.
To practice martial arts, talent and hard work alone were not enough. The environment and resources were equally important. Take a top chef for example. No matter how good his skills were, if there were no ingredients, it would be useless.
To the martial practitioners of the small town, being able to enter any of the forces in Martial Wind City was something worth celebrating. But to the martial practitioners of Martial Wind City, being able to enter the Seven Lights Martial Academy was something worth celebrating for three days and three nights with gongs and drums. Not only was it an honor, it was also greatly beneficial to their path of martial arts.
Zhao Wangcheng was assigned to the first group. His long blade was cold and sharp. It was astonishingly sharp, and a chill spread out, causing people to not dare to approach.
A portion of the Zhao Clan's people were also assigned to the first group, but they did not dare to work together. In the past, there were clans that had done so, and the result was that those people were all disqualified.
The blade light was continuous. Under Zhao Wangcheng's blade, martial artists fell off the arena one after another. They were all more or less lightly injured.
"Stop!" Qin Xinsheng suddenly shouted. The martial artists of the first group on the big arena stopped one after another. There were exactly fifty people left on the arena.
The fifty people jumped off the arena, and the two hundred people of the second group jumped on the arena.
Tang Junluo was in the second group.
A golden long spear with dragon patterns was as powerful as wind and thunder. When the spear was thrust, it was as if there were waves of dragon roars. The momentum was astonishing.
Tang Junluo's arm strength was outstanding, and he cultivated the Earth Dragon Art, an Upper Rank Mortal Rank art. Once the power of Qi and blood was channeled, his arm strength would greatly increase. His spear technique was superb, and there were not many who could compete with him directly.
About fifteen minutes later, the second group's battle royale ended. There were only fifty people left.
The most eye-catching person in the third group was Chen Zong.
"Good luck, little brother." Chen Zhong encouraged Chen Zong. His cultivation had broken through to the sixth level of Qi and Blood Realm last month, and he was assigned to the fourth group.
Nodding, Chen Zong took a few quick steps forward and jumped onto the arena.
The battle royale began.
A strong wind attacked from the side. It was powerful and heavy, as if it could split stones. It was a Foundation Establishment martial art.
Everyone knew that this was only the first battle royale, and there would be a second one soon. Naturally, they would try to conserve as much energy as possible, and would not use a Mortal Rank martial art so easily.
The second stage of the True Sword Skill was channeled, and the power of Qi and blood was channeled like a sword, greatly increasing the power. Chen Zong did not pull out his sword. He raised his right palm, and it looked like a slap, but also like a swing, bringing with it a terrifying dragon roar.
The peak of Greater Mastery of Lesser Dragon Subduing Hand!
The power of this palm was even greater than the Tittle Realm's Tiger Strength Fist Art.
Under the palm, the fist and the palm collided. The person who attacked Chen Zong was immediately pushed back, and could not stop himself at all. After falling off the arena, Chen Zong's body swayed, and with the help of this force, he rushed out to the side. He unsheathed his sword, and a crescent-shaped sword light was drawn, directly shattering the incoming blade.
Yang Feiyu held the iron sword in his hand, and the sword light was like a flying swan, accompanied by a series of crisp sounds. Under the cover of several disciples of the Yang Family who were at the sixth level of Qi Blood Realm, he attacked Chen Zong.
Qin Xinsheng's gaze immediately looked over, but the disciples of the Yang Family were only covering for him. They did not attack the same person together, so he did not say anything.
"Chen Zong, don't even think about entering the Seven Luminaries Martial School." Yang Feiyu charged to Chen Zong's side. His voice was cold, and the power of Qi and blood erupted. He attacked with all his strength, and a sword light spread out, turning into a winged eagle that pounced.
The first stage of the Flying Eagle Sword Skill had reached the peak of Minor Completion.
"You are not qualified." Chen Zong sneered. He did not use the Spectral Sword Skill, but only the Eighth True Sword Style, Explosive Sword Style, blasted out like a giant cannon. This strike was powerful and extremely violent, and it made Qin Xinsheng's eyes light up.
"What sword skill is that?" Qin Xinsheng was puzzled. He was sure that it was a Foundation Building Martial Art, but it was too shocking that it was so powerful.
The sword light collided, and the eagle's pounce was instantly defeated. The longsword bombarded. Yang Feiyu's expression changed greatly, and he immediately used the Flying Swan Steps to leap up, and his body gracefully floated backward. Chen Zong took a step forward, and his longsword changed from a thrust to a slash. He used the smallest amount of strength to unleash the greatest power, and heavily slashed at Yang Feiyu's raised sword.
The terrifying power caused the iron sword in Yang Feiyu's hand to bend in an instant, and it hit his chest. Yang Feiyu, who was still in the air, had nowhere to borrow strength, and quickly floated backward. When he landed, he could not stop his body from continuously retreating until he reached the edge of the arena. While he was secretly rejoicing, a strong wind whistled, and a kick came at him.
He barely defended, but it was too hasty, and he was directly kicked off the arena.
"Damn it!" Below the arena, Yang Feiyu's face was ashen. Although he still had another chance next year, he could not let it go. His gaze towards Chen Zong was filled with hatred.
Last time at Tang Junluo's Rising Dragon Assembly, Chen Zong embarrassed him. This time, Chen Zong actually prevented him from entering the Seven Lights Martial Academy. Damn it, damn it!
Most of Qin Xinsheng's attention was on Chen Zong. Even he, an instructor of the Seven Lights Martial Academy, was stunned by the sword move just now. He was sure that there was no Foundation Building Martial Art like that in the entire Seven Lights Martial Academy.
"I didn't expect such an unexpected discovery." Qin Xinsheng thought to himself. He was quite curious. "Moreover, this kid's cultivation base has not reached the peak of Qi and Blood Realm Level Five, yet he can easily defeat a Qi and Blood Realm Level Six. He is another amazing genius."
In his heart, he gave Chen Zong the definition of a person to pay attention to.
From the moment Chen Zong stepped onto the arena until now, he had repeatedly attacked. There were already more than a dozen people who had been knocked off the arena by him. Other than Yang Feiyu, the rest were all at Qi and Blood Realm Level Six.
At this time, two people approached Chen Zong from the front and back. When they were a certain distance away, the two suddenly erupted with Qi and Blood Realm Level Martial Arts. They attacked Chen Zong from the front and back, causing Chen Zong to be attacked from both sides.
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