With the anticipation of all the disciples, the day of the new disciple competition soon arrived.
Early in the morning, Su Jinyue and Zhan Yihan, along with other new disciples, followed the deacon to the competition venue.
I saw that the competition stage had been set up on the field, and many old disciples were standing in the open space under the stage waiting to watch the game.
On a high platform not far from the competition stage sat the elders of each peak and the elders of the disciple academy.
"I'm so nervous!" Ling Xiaoqiu clenched her fists tightly, her face tense as she gazed at the nearby competition stage. She'd often participated in competitions in her time in the cultivation world, but she'd never been as nervous as she was this time. Perhaps the outcome of this competition would determine her future placement within the sect. If she performed well, she'd be able to choose the peak to train in. If she performed poorly, she'd have to wait for the elders of each peak to choose her. If none of the elders chose her, she'd end up as a miscellaneous disciple.
Su Jinyue turned her head and smiled at Ling Xiaoqiu, "Relax, just treat it as a normal competition. Your strength is above average among the disciples, so there will be no problem."
"Yeah." Ling Xiaoqiu nodded, took a deep breath, and tried to calm herself down.
"Now, please draw lots to decide your order of appearance. Starting with the first disciple here, everyone will go on stage one by one." The deacon said to the disciple on the right.
The first disciple on the right walked out of the line and took out a jade token from the box on the table. Then the second disciple, the third disciple...
Seeing it was her turn, Su Jinyue stepped forward and pulled out a jade token from the box. The number on it read seventy-nine. Together with the new disciples who had come in with her, and the group before them, there were a total of two hundred and thirty-nine disciples.
Su Jinyue estimated that it would be her turn to compete tomorrow. Seeing that Zhan Yihan had also drawn his jade card, she asked, "What's your number?"
"One hundred and twenty-three." Zhan Yihan said.
"I'm number ninety-four." Wu Zheng said from the side.
"I'm number one hundred and seventy-two," Ling Xiaoqiu said. This competition was a round-robin format, with each disciple needing to win ten matches in a row to advance, or they could advance if no one came up to challenge them.
While they were talking, the two disciples on the stage had already started fighting.
Looking up, they saw that one of them was Li Hui, who came in with them, and another disciple was from the previous batch.
The disciple from the previous group among the two was using a flute. As he put the flute to his lips, a beautiful flute sound poured out. Li Hui, who was using double hammers on the opposite side, paused and his eyes began to become blurred.
"Sound attack." Su Jinyue raised an eyebrow in interest. This was the first time she had seen someone use sound power. Sound power seemed weak and powerless, but it could silently destroy the opponent's consciousness, making them completely addicted to the music.
Li Hui's eyes became dull and he stood there blankly. He only came to his senses when his opponent kicked him off the stage. He looked around and realized that he had been eliminated.
Looking at the disciples on the stage, Li Hui felt a little scared, but at the same time he was secretly glad that the rules of the competition prohibited harming anyone's life, otherwise he would be in great danger this time.
As the first game ended, the disciple who got the number three plate jumped onto the stage.
"Please!" The disciple playing the flute smiled and made a gesture of invitation to the new disciple who came on stage. Seeing the other party rushing up, he quickly took a few steps back and put the flute in his hand to his lips again.
A burst of flute sounds poured out again, and soon covered the entire stage.
The disciple on the opposite side had already prepared himself mentally after knowing that the other party was using sound attack. When the other party blew the flute, he quickly set up an isolation formation around himself.
The flute music hit the isolation formation, creating ripples.
"Crack!" There was a slight sound, and a crack appeared in the isolation. The sound of the flute quickly took advantage of the gap and entered the isolation array. The disciple was quickly controlled by the flute sound.
Seeing that the opponent's eyes became dull, the disciple using the flute raised his foot and kicked the opponent off the stage.
The second round of the competition ended again.
"That disciple is amazing!" Wu Zheng exclaimed in admiration. If he had gone on stage, he certainly wouldn't have lasted long. Fortunately, he was farther back, so the chances of running into the other person were slim.
"I didn't expect sound attack to be so powerful." Ling Xiaoqiu said in disbelief. This was also the first time she had seen someone use sound attack.
Su Jinyue curled her lips and smiled, "Although sound attacks are powerful, to attack the opponent, one also needs to use one's own spiritual power. Look at that cultivator, he looks relaxed, but in fact, he can't hold on for much longer."
Upon hearing this, Wu Zheng and Ling Xiaoqiu looked carefully at the disciple on the stage and found that the other person's face was indeed a little pale.
"Although sound attack is powerful, it seems that not everyone can control it." Wu Zheng sighed.
"His own strength is too weak. If a stronger cultivator were to control the sound power, it would definitely be able to unleash greater power, Senior Sister Su, is that right?" Ling Xiaoqiu looked at Su Jinyue and asked.
"Yeah." Su Jinyue nodded.
The competition on the stage continued. During the fifth game, the disciple using the flute finally couldn't hold on any longer and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Just like what Senior Sister Su said, sound attack is not that easy to control." Wu Zheng shook his head.
"Yeah." Ling Xiaoqiu nodded in agreement.
At this time, a blue-haired man walked onto the stage.
"It was Senior Brother Zhou Jizhou, who ranked first among the new disciples. The disciple who met Senior Brother Zhou was really unlucky."
"He's not the top-ranked new disciple. The one currently ranked first is Senior Brother Zhan Yihan."
"I've never heard of Senior Brother Zhan. I just think Senior Brother Zhou is amazing."
"That's because you haven't seen how powerful Senior Brother Zhan is."
"Senior Brother Zhou is a mid-stage Sanxian cultivator. Is there anyone among the new disciples who is better than him?"
"Senior Brother Zhan is a late-stage cultivator. Who do you think is more powerful?" The new disciples split into two factions and began to argue.
Hearing the disciples' arguments, Zhan Yihan shook his head. He wasn't interested in being the best among the new disciples; it wasn't these new disciples he wanted to surpass.
Zhou Jizhou hooked his finger at the disciple who was about to fight with him, and said, "Let's start!" As he spoke, he moved his feet and rushed towards the opponent.
When the disciple saw that his opponent was Zhou Jizhou, he felt a little fear in his heart. When he saw Zhou Jizhou rushing towards him, he quickly took several steps back.
"Bang!" Zhou Jizhou slapped the disciple on the chest, and the disciple was knocked away and fell off the stage.
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