After the first round on the first day, the loser will have a rematch, and then the next opponent will be drawn. The second round will start on the second day.
And so on.
Meng Changjin drew the number twenty-six and was assigned to the sixth arena, ranking third in the order of competition.
After leaving the hall, Meng Changjin had to inform everyone about tomorrow's opponent.
Then develop a battle plan.
A lion will use all its strength when fighting a rabbit. Even though the overall strength of the Wanhuang Sect is stronger than that of the Wuyi Sect, we cannot take it lightly.
Otherwise, if you capsize in the gutter, you will be embarrassed all over Java!
Back on the flying boat, Meng Changjin gathered everyone and told them about tomorrow's opponent.
When they heard that it was the Wuyi Sect, the disciples including Wu Shaoqi looked a little strange.
Seeing the strange expressions on the faces of several people, Meng Changjin drooped his eyelids slightly, confirming the vague guess in his heart.
In fact, this has been almost confirmed since the top ten sects did not draw each other, but it is more certain now.
"What we compete in is decided by negotiation between the two parties. One party has one chance to refuse. My intention is to let you gain more experience. The Wuyi Sect may also choose disciples to fight, so you should be prepared." Meng Changjin looked at the disciples below and spoke slowly.
This is the approach that most sects’ leaders would choose.
The Binary Secret Realm is very important, but losing a game does not mean you have no chance. The previous games will naturally be used for disciples to gain experience.
The Wanhuang Sect had the same idea.
"Yes!" the disciples spoke in unison.
"Although it is an experience, we must win!" Meng Changjin said seriously.
It's not that she can't accept losing one or two games. After losing one or two games, at most she would just have to play a few more games.
But the necessary pressure must be given, and they must not be allowed to develop a mentality that it doesn’t matter if they lose.
We must win, we must prevail, even if it means risking our lives! "We must win! We must win!" All the disciples shouted again, even the newcomers shouted with their blood boiling!
Meng Changjin smiled with satisfaction: "Don't worry, as long as you don't get beaten to death, just fight to the death. I have prepared various healing pills for everyone. This is a good opportunity, don't waste it."
"The master is mighty!" Wu Shaoqi shouted loudly.
As soon as Wu Shaoqi said this, the situation suddenly stagnated.
Then...
"The master is mighty! The master is mighty..." After a pause, the others also waved their hands and shouted loudly.
Meng Changjin glanced at Wu Shaoqi, curled his lips, and raised his hand to press it down.
The cheers gradually died down, and everyone looked at Meng Changjin.
"Okay, everyone go and get ready, do your best, and hone yourselves." After Meng Changjin finished speaking, he ignored everyone, waved his hand, and left.
The two elders and several peak masters stayed behind, mainly to answer questions for the disciples and explain the rules more clearly.
Most of these people have never participated in a competition, so naturally they don’t know the rules very well.
Meng Changjin didn't know about the subsequent situation and didn't care about it.
Anyway, she has said what she should say, and the rest depends on tomorrow's performance. There is no point in saying more.
Around the Wan Huang Sect's flying boat, several nearby sects were also planning how to fight on their respective flying boats. When they heard the loud shouts coming from the Wan Huang Sect's flying boat, all of them had a stunned look on their faces.
Everyone was discussing things seriously, but then someone came out shouting slogans and rushed in. It was like a mantis shrimp mixed in with a bunch of crayfish. It was so conspicuous.
"Is the Wanhuang Sect crazy? They think they can win by just shouting slogans?"
This was what everyone who heard the news from the Wanhuang Sect had in mind. They all thought that the Wanhuang Sect was just too idle. Wouldn't it be better to discuss how to compete the next day? However, some people speculated that the Wanhuang Sect was doing this on purpose, pretending to be mysterious and confusing the audience.
Meng Changjin didn't know and didn't want to know what others thought about the Wanhuang Sect. It was useless to guess. Everything would be clear once he got on the competition stage.
The next day, the sun was shining brightly in the morning.
Disciples from various sects, wearing clothes of various styles and colors, came out from the flying boats or the built houses.
There are ten arenas, and each one is packed with people.
The sixth arena is where Meng Changjin and the others from the Wanhuang Sect will perform today.
The people on the sixth stage need to wait, and they will choose the competition mode soon.
However, he had already made up his mind to let his disciples gain experience, so there should be no need for Meng Changjin.
Blending into the crowd, Meng Changjin walked towards the third stage.
The first match here is a battle between a sect ranked in the twenties and a sect ranked in the teens.
The top ten did not meet each other, and the same was true for the top twenty. However, when the top twenty met a sect ranked in the twenties, there didn’t seem to be anything wrong.
Even if you want to do something shady, it can't be too obvious. You have to make some people seem more real.
Those ranked from fifty to eleven will all be rivals of the Wanhuang Sect.
Meng Changjin was also planning to challenge the top ten, but in the first round of the competition, the opponents from the top ten sects were all relatively weak, and there was a serious mismatch in strength, so it was hard to see what could be seen.
So instead of watching the battles between the top ten sects, it is better to watch these more evenly matched matches. The strength of both sides is not far apart, and both want to win, so they will definitely use at least 70% to 80% of their real strength.
Obviously, many people have thought of what Meng Changjin thought of.
When Meng Changjin arrived at the third stage, he saw many familiar faces.
They were all the heads and elders of the sects who were originally ranked 20th, 30th or 40th in the hall a few days ago.
These people were quite surprised to see Meng Changjin.
After all, why did they gather here? To watch the battle between the two sects.
Did they think they might face off against both sides? But to their surprise, Meng Changjin also came.
Yes, Meng Changjin's Wanhuang Sect ranked around fifty in the competition ten years ago. Even if the Wanhuang Sect had improved rapidly in the past ten years, it would have improved from around fifty to around forty at best. If it was even stronger, around thirty would have been good enough. In that case, Meng Changjin should focus on the competitions of the sects that were ranked in the thirties or forties last time.
But she didn't, and came here instead.
These people come to watch the competition on the stage to judge the specific strength of the two sides on the stage, but they are also judging the strength of the people who come to watch the competition below the stage.
Meng Changjin's sudden appearance made everyone wonder whether they should include her in the calculation.
Meng Changjin pretended to be completely unaware. Seeing the speculative looks from everyone, he grinned, "Haha, everyone is looking at me like this, I'm quite panicked. I just came here to watch the fun. Don't worry about me."
The many sect leaders who were looking at Meng Changjin, after hearing what Meng Changjin said, restrained their serious doubts, nodded at Meng Changjin, and then looked away.
They put away their suspicion, but that didn't mean they thought Meng Changjin posed no threat. In fact, the moment they looked away, they felt a little more reassured.
If we were not sure about Meng Changjin's ambition at the beginning, we are sure of it now.
Among these people, not many would think that Meng Changjin is overestimating his own abilities.
Since they dare to fight, they must be certain about it. Who doesn't have a few trump cards these days? If they think Meng Changjin is a waste and someone who is not worthy of their fear based on the ranking in the competition ten years ago, then they are the waste. Not only waste, but also idiots!
Meng Changjin didn't care how they judged her in their hearts. It was not a bad thing to be an old silver coin, but she didn't know much about these sects. She really couldn't compete with them by conspiracy and calculation.
Since that doesn't work, then just rely on your own strength.
No one paid attention to Meng Changjin anymore, and Meng Changjin also shifted his attention to the ring.
The first match on the third stage was a battle between two sects that everyone had gathered to watch.
The referee was someone from the Monks' Alliance. Meng Changjin took a look and saw that he was a monk in the middle stage of the eighth level.
Do all the arenas have this configuration, or is it just this one?
Meng Changjin wasn't quite sure, so he planned to watch the competition here first and then go to other arenas to take a look.
If all ten arenas were referees run by such monks, the overall strength of the Monks' Alliance would be a bit scary.
Even if there is only one such person, together with Yun Che who is at the ninth level, there should be many other cultivators at the seventh level. The strength of the cultivator alliance should not be underestimated.
"Rules: No intentional killing. If one party admits defeat, the other party cannot attack again. If there is a foul, the party will never be allowed to participate in the Hundred Sects Parallel Competition again."
On the stage, the referee of the eighth level spoke out the rules in a loud voice.
After saying that, he looked at the sect that drew two number three balls.
Both sides took out small balls and threw them up. The small balls collided with each other, and a transparent shield covered the ring.
Meng Changjin was amazed and said, "What a good trick."
Unfortunately, the ball has been given to the elders of the Wanhuang Sect, and it will be needed in the competition on the sixth arena later, otherwise Meng Changjin would have taken it out and studied it long ago.
She originally thought that this small ball was just a tool for drawing lots, but she didn't expect it to have other uses.
As I recall, in the competition ten years ago, the shields and other things were placed on the stage in a standard manner.
So when he got the ball, Meng Changjin didn't think about studying it.
Meng Changjin scanned the surroundings with his spiritual sense and saw that many people had taken out their small balls. They seemed to be shocked by the method of the Monks Alliance.
Meng Changjin felt itchy and wanted to get a small ball in his hand to study it, but after thinking about it, he silently gave up the idea.
Because the game has begun.
Her purpose of coming to the third arena was not to study the small ball. To put it bluntly, there was no point in studying the small ball, but the competition on the stage was over and done with.
Both sects chose disciples to compete, and the mode of the competition was to defend the ring.
Each side sends out ten disciples, arranged in order, and the winner continues. Whichever side loses all its people first wins.
Of these two sects, one is a light and agile way, emphasizing speed and agility, while the other is completely the opposite, taking the path of physical strength. No matter how exquisite your moves are, I can break them with my own strength! Both sides quickly arranged the order for their disciples to go on stage, and many people walked around and talked in low voices.
Meng Changjin's spiritual awareness was powerful, so he was perfect at listening to the corners.
In just a short while, I heard a lot of information.
However, she could see some of this information at a glance, such as both sides chose to let the strongest person take the lead, and the people who supported them were also strong.
They probably all wanted to let the first person defeat the opponent directly, but to be on the safe side, they also left some fellow disciples with good strength to support them in case of any accidents.
The competition was about to begin, and soon, the two people on the stage started fighting.
One side has a strong body and is full of strength.
One party's movements were erratic, light and agile.
It’s hard to tell who’s winning for the time being.
Neither side is weak, and both sides know their own strengths and weaknesses.
Meng Changjin pinched his chin and fell into deep thought.
Pure physical body and pure speed, this is a bit too biased.
However, the Wanhuang Sect is actually similar, mainly relying on a combined attack strategy.
It can be said that if Meng Changjin had not taken out the Soul Refining Technique to allow the disciples of Wanhuang Sect to cultivate their spiritual consciousness, the strength of the disciples of Wanhuang Sect would have been greatly reduced when fighting alone.
Many people know this information, and it seems that the characteristics of some sects are all pre-set.
Thinking of this, Meng Changjin's mouth corners suddenly raised. Yes, isn't it the same as the setting? According to the plot provided by Xiao Si, aren't these all set?
Without thinking any more, Meng Changjin turned his attention back to the stage.
There is a transparent shield around the ring, so there is no such thing as losing if you are knocked down from the ring.
Because, it can’t fall.
When Meng Changjin looked at the stage again, the balance between the two sides on the stage was gradually broken.
Although the female cultivator who took the agile route relied on her speed to attack the opponent several times, she had not been able to defeat the opponent. The spiritual energy consumed by her footwork was not to be underestimated. She had to wait for another minute. If she still could not win within this minute, then she might not be the opponent's opponent at all if she slowed down.
Obviously, the female cultivator on the ring was also aware of this problem. She gritted her teeth and began to explode.
Unfortunately, the outburst was useless. Although the outburst pushed the male cultivator who was cultivating his physical body back more than ten steps, it did not defeat him, and the female cultivator was no longer able to launch such an outburst again.
If the female cultivator explodes at the beginning, and attacks two or three times, and quickly resolves the battle, her chances of winning will be greater.
But she chose to use a small effort to achieve a great result, but failed to move the opponent. In fact, this was already a doomed outcome.
Unless, unless some magic weapon is used now, or some elixir that can restore spiritual power instantly, otherwise, failure is inevitable.
"Give up."
And obviously, the female cultivator's sect was not prepared to let her use these, or perhaps they didn't have them.
Meng Changjin felt that it should be the former. After all, they were a sect ranked in the top 20, so it was impossible for them to be completely unprepared.
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