C31 (1/2)
Dawn always arrived extremely quickly. In the blink of an eye, morning arrived.
Yang Li's identity token had sent out another message. When he opened his eyes, he discovered that it was a notification from the Large Competition.
”All disciples that have participated in the competition, quickly head to the battling grounds. Those that have not arrived at the time are deemed to have given up!”
Yang Li stood up and walked towards the martial stage. There were less people going to the martial stage today, and some of the disciples that were eliminated had already begun their closed doors cultivation.
It was just a matter of time before they arrived. One of the people next to Yin He asked: ”Are all three hundred disciples present?”
When the person heard this, he closed his eyes and nodded.
Yin Fang immediately stood up and said, ”All three hundred participating disciples are present. Now, announce the competition method!”
”Three hundred disciples are divided into ten groups, with thirty people in each group! The group battles one by one. The top 10 winners will be the top 100 in the Large Competition! That is to say, each of you will have to experience 29 battles! Does everyone understand! ”
”Understood!” The participating disciple replied in unison.
”Alright, the new grouping information is in your tokens and should be sent to your own arena area without delay!” After a quarter of an hour, the Large Competition will officially begin! ”
”Yes sir!”
The disciples in the arena all rushed to their respective arenas. Compared to yesterday, there were thousands more seats on the arenas, and the participating disciples also divided the arenas and fruits that contained spirit energy for the participating disciples to eat.
Yin Fang had been standing the entire time, and after seeing that all of the disciples had basically arrived, he raised his voice and said, ”The battle information has been distributed according to the number of each disciple, and is sent to each disciple's identity plate. Please remember the battle information in your own identity plate, if you delay the match, if you do not participate, you will be directly eliminated!”
”Every person has to fight ten matches every day. The contestants who win by zero every day will be directly eliminated from the competition!”
After Yang Li heard this, he looked at his identity plate: Group D, Number 4, fourth match, against Group D, Number 27: Feng Yang. It's a blue word disciple. ”
Group D's strength was quite strong and there were several purple and gold word disciples, Lin Lang. As for the blue and grey word disciples, they were simply not within Yang Li's consideration.
Even to the extent that he only took a look at the ranking in the last competition and did not pay too much attention to it.
His only opponent was Lin Lang.
”Next, all of the disciples who have participated in the first round, get on the stage quickly. The Large Competition shall officially begin!”
Following Yin Fang's order, the participating disciples all displayed their movement techniques, some were like phantoms, some were leaping, and some were walking leisurely towards the arena. Immediately, the entire martial arena was filled with cheers.
The first match of Group D was between a Purple Character disciple and a Gray Character disciple. The Gray Character disciple had conceded after sending out a few symbolic spirit techniques. There was a sudden hiss, but he didn't seem to mind and directly left the stage.
Seeing this scene, Yang Li's evaluation of him was actually a little higher, because he knew that fighting forcefully against an opponent would only cause him to consume his spirit energy faster. He might as well save some spirit energy and use it to fight against an opponent that was on par with him and win over his ranking.
The second battle was between two Gray Character Disciples, both at the second level of the Blood Tempering stage. They fought back and forth for hundreds of moves, and from time to time, intense spirit energy fluctuations would erupt from the arena.
The third battle was between a Blue and Gray word disciple. The entire process of the Gray word disciple being suppressed was not worth watching at all.
However, when the disciples below saw this competition, the discussion became even more heated.
”Mo Xue was only ranked 67th last time right? But according to the strength that he has displayed, he is completely comparable to the purple word disciple! ”
”Moreover, this Mo Xue has advanced at an extremely fast speed. Last time, he was only at the early stage of the second level of the Blood Tempering Stage. Now, he is already at the middle stage of the third level.”
”That's right, that's right, and this is only a normal fight. He definitely has more cards up his sleeves, so he might even be able to compete with the golden word disciple this time.”
”Not only does he have a trump card, he also has a 'Purple' disciple. Moreover, there are only ten spots for the 'Gold' disciple. How could he be so easy to get his hands on? Just continue watching.”
As the disciples' voices gradually weakened, the last trump card that erupted from the arena, the grey robed disciple, was easily broken through by Mo Xue. He was then blasted off the arena with a single strike, and the battle was completely over.
Just then, Yang Li's identity badge fluctuated, and a message came: ”Group D, Number 4, Yang Li, against Group D, Number 27, Feng Yang, please quickly rush to the fighting arena to participate in the competition, if you are not there for a quarter of an hour, you will be deemed to have given up.”
After Yang Li felt the aura, he slowly walked up the arena. As for Feng Yang, he used his movement technique and floated up to the arena like a cool breeze.
Seeing the way the two of them were going on stage, the disciples in the arena, who had originally wanted to take advantage of the match to see Feng Yang's strength, shook their heads in disappointment.
The contrast between the two was extremely clear. If all the disciples in the combat preparation area thought this way, then the disciples below didn't think much of Yang Li.
”I feel like this Yang Li is definitely going to lose. His manner of appearance is so terrible.” A disciple said confidently.
”I think so too. A gray disciple and a blue disciple. Not to mention that Feng Yang was ranked 58th in the previous competition. This competition is going to be a crushing victory again.”
”Don't just look at the way they appeared. Their spirit energy levels are powerful enough. If a martial practitioner at the first level of the Blood Tempering Stage were to fight a martial practitioner at the third level of the Blood Tempering Stage, they would probably admit defeat.”
”That's right, even rank 67 like Mo Xue is so strong. Even if Feng Yang's improvement isn't as big as his, but he must have improved. He might even be stronger than Mo Xue!”
”The results haven't come out yet and no one knows. What if this Yang Li is the dark horse? ”I think it's better to just watch. The name Yang Li was really popular a while ago.”
”I've heard about the matter you mentioned, but can a Qi Accumulating Realm battle be compared to a Blood Tempering Realm martial artist? It's hard to even reach a single level higher in the Blood Tempering Realm, let alone two levels higher. ”