Those who made it to the top 32 would be rewarded with merit points.
Those who made it to the top 16 would receive double the merit points and a chance to challenge the top 10 outer sect disciples.
After the arrangements were made, the competition officially began. Two outer sect disciples were called out and walked onto the stage with large strides. They faced each other twenty meters apart.
"Senior Brother Li, please use your full strength."
"Junior Brother Wang, don't worry. I won't hold back."
The two knew each other, and as soon as they finished speaking, their true qi surged.
Both of them cultivated the Minor Qingyuan Art. As their true qi surged, there was a faint trace of cyan between their eyebrows. Their cultivations were similar, and both of them had cultivated the Minor Qingyuan Art to the fourth level. There was no obvious difference in strength.
The key to determining victory and defeat was the level of their martial arts and their own fighting ability.
One of them cultivated the sword, which was considered the orthodox style of the Blue Cloud Sect, while the other cultivated the palm technique.
Using the palm to fight against the sword and saber was unknowingly disadvantageous. Therefore, the person who used the palm technique wore gloves to better protect his hands and allow him to fight against the sword and saber without being injured.
The two of them fought with all their strength, and the battle was intense. The wind from their palms and the light from their swords intertwined.
"They are truly worthy of being Sect disciples. A battle between 5th level Foundation Building disciples is already so shocking." The rogue cultivators sighed.
Rogue cultivators lacked resources and inheritances, so the cultivation methods and martial arts they cultivated were often low level or even incomplete.
After fighting for a while, the disciple who used the sword seized an opportunity. His sword turned into a cyan light and directly struck his opponent's chest, sending him flying.
After the first battle ended, the winner advanced and the loser was eliminated. The second battle immediately began and also ended in a short three breaths of time. Because of the difference in cultivation, the difference in strength was also very obvious.
The third battle … the fourth battle … the fifth battle …
The battles in the preliminaries were carried out one after another. Every battle was either an intense battle or a crushing victory. However, no matter which one it was, it made most of the spectators extremely excited.
This kind of battle was nothing to Chen Zong. With a pair of seemingly calm eyes, he could clearly see the trajectories of all the moves in the battle, and they were full of flaws.
But one thing was undeniable, and that was that these people were all very outstanding. If they were compared to their peers in the Blue Waves World, they would definitely surpass them by a lot. Even the genius disciples of the top 15 powers in the Blue Waves World wouldn't have any advantage.
Gap!
This was the gap between the foundations of the world.
Two hundred and fifty-six people would have 128 battles in the first round of the Qualifier.
In the 56th battle, one of the two was Ge Kong.
"Ge Kong, you were lucky enough to qualify, but I advise you to admit defeat yourself. Otherwise, you might get injured. That wouldn't be good." The corner of the opponent's mouth held a trace of a cold smile as he spoke to Ge Kong in an oppressive tone.
He thought that Ge Kong was still the Ge Kong from a month ago.
"Cut the crap. We'll know after we fight." Ge Kong suppressed the excitement in his heart and coldly shouted.
Although his talent was below average among the thousand over outer sect disciples, deep in his heart, he yearned to become stronger. He yearned to display his skills in front of everyone, but he never had the chance. Even if he had the chance, he did not dare to do so because he did not have enough strength and confidence.
However, the progress he had made in the past month made him feel like he was dreaming. He had never felt this way since he was born.
Improvement and strengthening brought about confidence.
"Since that's the case, take my sword." As soon as the other party finished speaking, he unsheathed his sword and turned it into a green sword light that pierced through the air.
Green Light Sword Art!
This was the first sword art of choice for many outer sect disciples because the Sect had a complete sword art that could continue to be cultivated.
In an instant, Ge Kong's sword also came out of its sheath and turned into a green sword light that pierced through the air. This green sword light looked even more condensed and agile. This scene startled many people.
"It's as if he has the help of a god. This level of spirituality is clearly at the trance stage!" River Splitting Sword Jiang Baichuan was startled and shocked.
"A mere late stage fifth layer Foundation Realm disciple can cultivate the Green Light Sword Art to the trance stage." The inner and outer sect elders were also shocked and couldn't help but take a few more glances at Ge Kong.
There were more than 1,000 outer sect disciples, and all the outer sect elders knew that there was no such person as Ge Kong.
Ge Kong's opponent was at the peak of the fifth layer of the Foundation Realm, one level higher than Ge Kong. However, his opponent's cultivation method was at the fourth layer, while Ge Kong had cultivated it to the fifth layer. Not only did it make up for the difference in cultivation levels, it even exceeded it.
Adding in the trance stage Green Light Sword Art and Chen Zong's battle experience, Ge Kong was able to knock the opponent's sword out of his hand in just three strikes.
The opponent's face was filled with astonishment. He never would have thought that Ge Kong, who he looked down on, would actually defeat him.
Ge Kong himself also couldn't believe it. He felt like he was dreaming, but when he heard the exclamations around him, he realized that he had won. An indescribable confidence slowly grew in his heart and gradually grew stronger.
The confidence brought by the increase in cultivation level was often illusory. Only by defeating a powerful opponent could one solidify their confidence and make it no longer illusory.
For Ge Kong, this person before him was someone he couldn't reach. He didn't even have the qualifications to be his opponent.
Ge Kong walked up to Chen Zong and spoke with an unprecedentedly serious tone, "Thank you, Brother Zong."
"Thank yourself." Chen Zong faintly smiled.
The reason he had given Ge Kong so much guidance was because Ge Kong was Chen Qingzong's good friend and had helped Chen Qingzong before. Also, Ge Kong was a promising talent. Although his cultivation talent wasn't high, he was hardworking and tenacious.
The 80th battle was between the Blood Fiend Sword Dan Yuanlong and Miao Junfeng.
"Junior Brother Dan, I heard that not long ago, you charged into the Lianjiang Village by yourself and made a name for yourself. You shouldn't be weak and have a chance to enter the top 16. Unfortunately, you met me in your first battle." Miao Junfeng's handsome face revealed a smile. He seemed to be concerned, but he was actually using words to attack Dan Yuanlong.
"An 18-year-old trash who hasn't even reached the seventh layer of the Foundation Realm dares to speak arrogantly before me?" The Blood Fiend Sword Dan Yuanlong's words were extremely sharp and cold. This caused Miao Junfeng's expression to change greatly and he almost coughed up blood.
There were more than 1,000 outer sect disciples, and the 18-year-old Miao Junfeng was definitely one of the earliest to enter the sect. The other disciples who had entered the sect with him had either died outside or broken through to the inner sect. Only Miao Junfeng and a few other disciples were still struggling in the outer sect.
The 18-year-old Miao Junfeng's cultivation had already reached the peak of the sixth layer of the Foundation Realm, but he hadn't been able to break through to the seventh layer. Even so, because he had more time to cultivate, his sword art was powerful, and he was a strong candidate to enter the top 16.
Miao Junfeng's goal was naturally to challenge the top 10 outer sect disciples and enter the top 10. It would be best if he could enter the top three. That way, he would be able to obtain generous rewards and directly become an inner sect disciple.
Miao Junfeng flew into a rage out of humiliation and began to circulate his Zhen Qi. As his tyrannical Zhen Qi surged forth, a faint trace of Purple Qi rose up behind him. This was the High-Grade Mortal Level Cultivation Technique, the Purple Yuan Art, and it had been cultivated to the fifth level.
The Purple Yuan True Qi surged to the limit and entered his arm as he unsheathed his sword.
The sword light moved swiftly, like a bolt of purple lightning breaking through the air and slashing out.
High grade mortal cultivation method, Purple Lightning Sword Art!
This sword contained a trace of spirituality as if it had the help of a god. This was the Trance stage Purple Lightning Sword Art.
Although Miao Junfeng was only 18 years old and hadn't broken through to the seventh layer of the Foundation Realm, he could still be considered a genius. At least compared to rogue cultivators, he was out of their reach.
The Purple Lightning Sword Art was activated by the fifth layer of the Purple Yuan True Qi. Its power reached its peak and it was like a bolt of purple lightning. This was an attack from the angered Miao Junfeng, and he wanted to directly injure Duan Long.
With a cold snort, Duan Long unsheathed his sword and a blood-colored light appeared. It was like a blood-colored sun.
The blood-colored true qi surged through his body and the faint sound of waves could be heard. Chen Zong keenly noticed a trace of blood-colored light moving around Duan Long's skin.
The tyrannical blood-colored Genuine Qi surged to his right arm and reached the sword body. The blood-colored light was blazing.
An astonishing murderous aura spread out like wisps of red mist.
Kill!
The blood-red sword light shot out from the red mist, fast and ruthless. The shocking killing intent made Miao Junfeng, who bore the brunt of the attack, feel a chill all over his body. His skin felt numb, and his blood stopped flowing. His Qi was affected, and his sword attack paused slightly, its power greatly reduced.
A battle between experts only lasted for one breath.
Although Miao Junfeng was powerful and had killed a lot of enemies during his training, he was still far from Duan Long.
The moment Miao Junfeng realized that something was wrong, it was already too late. The purple sword light was instantly broken and the blood-colored sword light arrived like a bolt of lightning.
Blood splashed and Miao Junfeng let out a miserable scream. He was sent flying by a powerful force. When he landed, there was a sword wound on his chest, and blood was constantly flowing out.
"Quick!"
Someone immediately came forward and sprinkled medicine on the wound to stop the bleeding. Otherwise, if he lost too much blood, he might die. Even if he didn't die, he would be weak for a while.
"Trash!" Duan Long's terrifying eyes were filled with killing intent as he stared at Miao Junfeng. He opened his mouth and spat out two cold words. Miao Junfeng immediately trembled and spat out a mouthful of blood. His face was pale and he looked dispirited.
"One sword!"
Everyone in the outer sect's ten seats had different reactions. The pupils of those ranked tenth to fourth shrank as they felt a great threat. Zhang Tiekuang's expression changed slightly, but a smile appeared on his face. His eyes were filled with fighting intent.
Ye Xi Jun was slightly startled, but her expression soon returned to normal.
Yang Chaofan's expression didn't change in the slightest. He was as calm as ever, and his ordinary face gave off an unapproachable feeling.
"So strong!"
"So terrifying."
"Is this really the power of an outer sect disciple?" The rogue cultivators were shocked, and so were the leaders of the other sects.
In addition to the outer sect disciples of the Blue Cloud Sect, there were also a few inner sect disciples who were watching the battle. When these inner sect disciples saw Duan Long's sword, they were shocked because they felt that even if they went up on stage, they would have to be cautious when facing that sword.
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