Free Web NovelChapter 667: 750 Okay, I’ll grant your wish.
After yesterday’s first round of selection, by the second day’s arena matches, out of more than forty thousand outer sect disciples, fewer than a thousand remained.
This fierce competition allowed all the disciples to experience the harshness of the tournament.
The reason the outer sect uses such mass melee competition mode is to let disciples experience early the situations where they must constantly beware of underhanded tactics, which very easily cultivates a cautious mindset. Those who join forces will gradually understand the power of teamwork. Additionally, it allows them to feel that in the face of absolute strength, all kinds of schemes and intrigues are but illusions.
Although this mode is not absolutely fair, the world outside the sect is like this, where various complex situations must be considered, which can increase the disciples’ chances of survival outside the sect.
After all, the sect cannot completely shield every disciple.
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The seats around the plaza today are noticeably more filled than yesterday, with many inner sect disciples attending.
After all, the disciples participating yesterday had varying strengths, so there were only a few notable matches to watch. However, today, after yesterday’s advancement, all are the elite among the outer sect disciples, and their strengths are relatively even.
This elimination match, requiring three consecutive victories with no breaks in between, is evidently more entertaining than yesterday’s matches.
"Dong!"
"Participants whose names are called, please come up to draw lots."
Following the loud sound of the bell, Su Huang’s voice rang out clearly from the center of the plaza, echoing throughout the entire plaza with the aid of True Qi.
"Feng Hao."
"Mu Ya."
"Zhang Yi."
"..."
"Chen Mo."
Soon, Su Huang called out the name of Chen Mo, and suddenly, all eyes in the arena were focused on Chen Mo.
After all, in yesterday’s match, Chen Mo was the most dazzling.
"Is he Chen Mo? The one who killed Brother Long’s disciple?"
"I heard he’s still the most useless Blue Body."
The inner sect disciples who came to watch today stretched their necks one by one, wanting to see what Chen Mo looked like.
Seeing the handsome man sitting among four stunningly beautiful women, who all looked at Chen Mo with eyes full of affection, their hearts felt as if they had eaten lemons.
Some even sourly remarked that with such skills, why not go and sign up for the Joyful Union Sect’s assessment.
"I’m going."
Chen Mo ignored the strange looks from the crowd, greeted the ladies, and then walked towards the plaza.
The four women nodded in acknowledgment.
As simulated, Chen Mo’s first opponent in the arena match was Gu Sha, who had reached Foundation Establishment Perfection.
When Chen Mo drew Gu Sha, the disciple named Gu Sha was standing together with Feng Hao.
"I don’t expect you to defeat him, just do your best to stall him and consume as much of his True Qi as possible," Feng Hao said in a low voice.
Gu Sha nodded.
Knowing that today’s first match was against Chen Mo, if it weren’t for yesterday’s incident, he was confident he could contend with Chen Mo for a while, as he too had some trump cards.
But after yesterday’s incident, Gu Sha felt he couldn’t even withstand a single round.
A Half-Step Golden Core Realm, challenging the entire arena alone, was too ferocious.
So, to deplete Chen Mo’s True Qi as much as possible, he chose not to engage Chen Mo head-on, adopting a strategy of evasion instead.
The first arena match.
First up was Feng Hao, and his opponent was merely a late-stage Foundation Establishment disciple.
As soon as he entered the arena, before they even fought, the late-stage Foundation Establishment disciple surrendered and admitted defeat.
It wasn’t that Feng Hao had bribed the opponent.
Because that disciple knew Feng Hao’s nature, once the fight started, Feng Hao would certainly not hold back. Knowing he wasn’t an opponent and still going up to fight, he wasn’t foolish. Conceding was the best choice.
The disciples who fought Feng Hao afterward also mostly followed suit.
Thus, Feng Hao took less than half an incense stick to be the first to advance.
The scene erupted in cheers.
However, for the inner sect disciples, they shouted that it was boring.
Because this clearly wasn’t what they wanted to see; it lacked entertainment value.
"If nothing unexpected happens, the first place in this outer sect disciple tournament should belong to Feng Hao," Wang Chen said.
Unlike yesterday, today he did not ride an Immortal Crane but stood on a giant gourd, which was as large as half the square, quietly hovering above the right side of the plaza, yet magically, neither the disciples nor the elders below seemed to notice.
"No, he won’t get first place." The girl in the purple dress, lounging lazily at the mouth of the gourd, stretched her beautiful legs, the Golden Linglong on her ankle jingling. Compared to yesterday, the girl appeared somewhat listless.
Wang Chen glanced at his aunt’s appearance, knowing that the wine was finished, said, "Feng Hao is currently the only one in the outer sect who has reached the Golden Core Realm, and he has many connections with the inner sect disciples. Presumably, he has also practiced the inner sect’s divine techniques. Who in the entire outer sect could be his opponent?"
"Chen Mo," the girl breathed softly.
Wang Chen was taken aback: "Why?"
"Because he’s the one your aunt has taken a fancy to," the girl said, raising her hand to cover her mouth as she yawned, then stretched lazily, closed her eyes, and added, "Call me when Chen Mo enters the arena."
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The arena matches have no time limit.
If two evenly matched disciples were to fight, the match time would inevitably be very long.
Therefore, by the time Chen Mo’s turn to enter the arena came, it was already afternoon.
For cultivators at the Foundation Establishment stage, who have reached the stage of fasting, a month without eating was no problem.
So Chen Mo didn’t feel hungry, and while waiting, he didn’t waste time but sat in meditation cultivating.
Nangong Yue entered the arena to fight even before Chen Mo.
However, with her early-stage Foundation Establishment strength, amidst Nangong Xue’s serious injury,
"Next, please disciples Chen Mo and Gu Sha come up and prepare," Elder’s voice came from the center of the plaza.
"It’s your turn," Zhao Qianyi said into Chen Mo’s ear.
Chen Mo slowly opened his eyes, a glint of sharp light flashed through them, and he slowly stood up, leaping onto the plaza.
In the Immortal Cultivation Realm, as long as one cares a little about their appearance, there isn’t anyone who looks ugly.
Gu Sha had a delicate appearance, and his figure was somewhat thin, he cast a cautious glance at Chen Mo.
Knowing he was Feng Hao’s man, Chen Mo didn’t give him any face, saying, "Concede defeat now and suffer less. Once the fight begins, I can’t guarantee you’ll walk off the arena unharmed."
Chen Mo’s words caused a slight change in Gu Sha’s expression, as he could clearly sense the hint of anger in the words of this expert.
"Could it be he knows about my and Brother Feng Hao’s affair..."
Gu Sha’s heart skipped a beat, but he replied, "As a cultivator, if you don’t even dare to fight before conceding, it’s not the way of us cultivators."
"Fine, I’ll fulfill your wish."
