This Hundred Sects Martial Arts Tournament is divided into three arenas. To ensure fairness, there are no fixed opponents. Anyone can step forward to challenge, and the challenger can choose their own opponent. The challenged person cannot refuse; otherwise, they will be considered to have forfeited and will lose their qualification to participate in the Hundred Sects Martial Arts Tournament.
Similarly, there is no such thing as a resurrection match in this Hundred Sects Martial Arts Tournament. If you lose, you lose, and Emperor Xuan Yan will not give you a second chance.
Numerous palace maids and eunuchs recorded the results, and the top ten were determined based on their overall strength, ensuring transparency. The final decision was reviewed by Emperor Xuan Yan and other leaders of various factions. If there were any objections, the matter would be discussed and a new decision would be made.
No one wanted to be the first martial artist to step forward.
The crowd looked at each other in bewilderment. In the end, Wang Ting of the Demon-Slaying Sect was the first to step forward and walk onto the central Heaven-level arena.
"What courage! I heard that you were defeated in public by the Holy Son of the Tian Shu Sect a month ago, yet you still dare to stand up?"
"Isn't this how a cultivator should be? We admire you, Brother Wang!"
"I wonder who Brother Wang is going to challenge? Could it be Li Jingxiao, who humiliated him a month ago?"
The crowd was buzzing with discussion, while Wang Ting looked toward the Tian Shu Sect. Of course, the person he wanted to challenge was not Li Jingxiao. If he were defeated right away, his father, Sect Master Wang, would be embarrassed, and he himself would feel guilty. So he chose a martial artist who was slightly inferior to him.
"Jiang Run, do you dare to fight?!"
The martial artist who was pointed at trembled and secretly groaned.
Tian Yusheng cursed inwardly for being spineless, and said coldly, "What are you afraid of? My Tian Shu Sect has plenty of people to back you up. If you lose, you lose. I never expected you to make it into the top ten anyway. It's just a temporary victory or defeat, and it doesn't prove anything!"
"Yes, I will obey the sect leader's orders!"
Jiang Run gritted his teeth and stood opposite Wang Ting. He had little fighting spirit to begin with, and with Wang Ting's fierce and unstoppable momentum, Jiang Run was sent flying after only a few moves!
"good."
The sect leader's complexion was still relatively good.
In the end, Wang Ting defended his title for seventeen matches. Perhaps because he had won too many, a martial artist from the Dongfang family couldn't stand it anymore and stepped forward to fight him fiercely, ultimately winning the battle.
Afterwards, martial artists also appeared to guard both the Earth-level and Human-level arenas, and the scene became quite lively.
"How boring."
Shen Xiaohong yawned and said lazily.
"Brother Lin, since none of the three of us are interested in His Majesty's reward anyway, why don't we just wait until the end to challenge the strongest person?"
He spoke frankly, and Emperor Xuan Yan dared not say anything, after all, the reward he gave Shen Xiao Hong was indeed not enough.
Lin Feng smiled and nodded, agreeing, "Of course."
Soon, the battle continued until evening. Standing on the top-ranked arena was Shen Tu'an, who was currently ranked third on the Xuan Yan Martial Ranking. On the left and right sides of the arena stood Li Jingxiao and Xia Shiying, respectively.
Shen Tu'an was shirtless and had a muscular build, but he was not a physical cultivator. He held two strangely shaped circular magical artifacts in his hands, which could easily take the head of a martial artist if he threw them.
But since it was just a friendly spar, Shen Tu'an couldn't bring himself to kill him. Although he had won the previous few battles, the victories were not satisfying.
"The Shentu family has always been like this. The techniques their disciples practice are all killing moves, making it extremely difficult for them to unleash their true strength in daily sparring and combat."
Xuan Yanhuang explained to Lin Feng and the other two in a low voice.
"But even so, it's enough for Shen Tu'an to defeat other martial artists."
Just as everyone was discussing Shen Tu'an's cultivation level, a burst of cyan light suddenly erupted from the left arena, and Li Jingxiao stood upright, defeating his opponent once again!
"This person must be the Holy Son of the Heavenly Pivot Sect!"
"What a dark horse!"
"Compared to Li Jingxiao, Wang Ting of the Demon-Slaying Sect is somewhat inferior. I wonder how he compares to Xia Shiying of the Xuan Yan Dynasty."
"What else can we do? Look!"
Not to be outdone, Xia Shiying volunteered to defend the arena even without Xuan Yanhuang's order. Now, like Shen Tu'an and Li Jingxiao, she is steadily guarding another arena.
Shen Tu'an's gaze did not linger on Li Jingxiao for long.
They're just dark horses; there are every year, nothing special. Very few of them can make it to the top ten, so there's no need to pay attention to them.
What made Shen Tu'an wary was Xia Shiying. After careful consideration, he actually chose to directly challenge Xia Shiying.
"He is no match for Miss Xia."
Shen Xiaohong hit the nail on the head.
Lin Feng smiled and said, "That's right."
Feng Yushang yawned, feeling bored, and simply jumped onto the Human-sized arena, randomly challenging a few ancient clan geniuses.
Shen Tu Antong and Xia Shiying faced off head-on. The former had no special physique and was unable to unleash his true strength. He was almost constantly suppressed by Xia Shiying. The blazing flames swept across the arena, scorching it black.
"If you think you can challenge me just because you believe your ranking on the Profound Flame Martial Ranking, I can only say that you are still too naive!"
Xia Shiying stared disdainfully at Shen Tu'an, who was looking incredulous, and thus this promising player was "invited" off the stage by Xia Shiying.
"Tsk tsk tsk."
After Xia Shiying's victory, a strange and amazed exclamation suddenly came from the position of the Eastern Clan.
"As expected of Princess Chang, your cultivation is indeed advancing by leaps and bounds, as vast as the sea. I wonder if I am qualified to challenge Princess Chang today?"
There was no need to see what the person looked like; just by listening to their strange, unsettling noises, Xia Shiying knew who it was.
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