Chapter 57: Arena Combat
ctions.Shortly after, a cold voice echoed from within the cave dwelling: "You needn't worry about this. We still need to select another attendant. Let's recruit one from our clan.""Yes!" Nie Kuang and...The next day was sunny.
The vast Pánlóng Martial Field was teeming with people. The talent assessment and arena battles were in full swing.
Have you heard Yesterday, someone took the aptitude test and directly became a first-class outer disciple!
"Hiss~~~, are you talking about that talented genius with the Black Jiao Martial Spirit"
"Yes, it's him. His talent is monstrous, he's reached the ghost level!"
"Terrible! There are people beyond people!"
In the arena, there were various noises, some of awe and some of envy.
In the martial arts arena, beneath the eighth battle platform, stood a young man in black. His appearance was unremarkable, for he was none other than Wang Xuan in disguise.
He watched on the No. 8 battle stage, a young boy and a girl, intensely fighting each other.
Though there is a young female martial artist among them, her martial arts are vicious. She frequently releases all sorts of strange poisonous insects, practicing the sinister art of gu sorcery.
"Those who want to enter Yin Feng Valley through a fight wouldn't be soft-hearted." Wang Xuan explained to the bearded man beside him.
Mu Qingyue, disguised as a hideous man, was still startled by the words.
Before this, I've watched ten martial arts bouts. Only two ended with both participants alive, and seven ended with one survivor.
"Black wind, over there."
Mu Qingyue pointed at the No. 9 battle stage, and Wang Xuan turned his head to look.
Battle Station No. 9, two new fighters are entering the arena. One of them is a dandy in fine clothes, it's none other than Qin Ao.
Wang Xuan's eyes flashed a hint of coldness.
The opponent is arrogant. Yesterday, they had their elders backing them up, but if we were to meet on the battlefield today, even their elders wouldn't be able to interfere with the martial arts assessment.
This Panlong Martial Arts Field strictly forbids private fights.
Wang Xuan participated in the martial arts competition not only to test his skills against his peers, but also to gain a better understanding of his own strengths and weaknesses.
As for his appearance, the Huangquan Rebirth Technique is an invaluable secret technique, and it is also the only incantation he can cultivate below the True Dharma Realm. Among the numerous scriptures memorized in the ancestral realm, all of them have extremely high requirements and extremely stringent requirements for cultivation.
"First, disguise yourself for a while, wait until your cultivation level improves, and then go to seek revenge on those two clans."
Wang Xuan thought, letting out a sigh. He hadn't slept well last night after cuddling with a curvy, soft and slippery body. He wasn't made of stone, after all.
"Trash, die!"
At the ninth battle platform, Qin Ao thrust a claw into his opponent's chest with just a single strike. In mere dozen moves, Qin Ao vanquished his adversary.
Whoever dares to be an enemy of Qin Ao, I will make them suffer this fate.
Qin Ao sneered, throwing the young opponent off the battle platform, and his gaze contemptuously swept over the spectators below.
"Yikes! He's so ruthless!"
"Yeah, even the opponents have conceded defeat, yet he won't let up."
The spectators gasped in horror. Although the martial arts competition at Yin Feng Valley allowed for unrestricted combat, as long as one admitted defeat in time, taking a life was generally avoided.
Wang Xuen didn't watch Qin Ao's martial arts display, but instead looked at the No. 7 arena where a cold and gloomy young man with a sword stood.
Only five people were seen fighting against the cold and aloof young man.
In the Yinfeng Valley martial arts competition, if you defeat five opponents in a single round, you can directly enter the outer sect!
"To dare to challenge five people at once, you are too arrogant."
Let's go, blast him.
"Die."
On the battlefield, five figures raged with fury, their Warhammer souls and war spears blazing, while blades of energy lashed out at the sinister young man.
Wang Xuen calmly watched.
"Remember, Chen Mo is the one who killed you!"
A gloomy young man exuded killing intent, the murderous gleam in his eyes coalescing into a black 'death' character.
One strike to vanquish!
Wow~!
The sword shadow surged menacingly, overwhelmingly powerful. It shattered the attacks of five people. At that moment, the five people found themselves enveloped by the terrifying sword aura. They were struck with a bone-chilling fear, their minds and bodies freezing up. They couldn't even muster the courage to resist this single strike.
'Plop plop plop...'
In the next instant, all five warriors from the Hidden Realm, who were at the first or second level, were slain. Their eyes still held expressions of terror.
"Hiss~~~~, who is this person, they're so strong"
"Sword intent, I felt it, that was sword intent!"
"Amazing, at eighteen years old, I've actually become a real swordsman..."
The crowd gasped, those with sharp eyes could see the underlying meaning.
Wang Xuan's eyes moved slightly, it wasn't that he awakened a sword-type martial soul, or cultivated a sword technique. Even if he truly became a swordsman.
Actually, the true threshold for becoming a sword cultivator is to have sword intent.
Like Su Xiaoshi, he is immersed in the comprehension of sword intent.
On the high dais, the elders of Yin Feng Valley nodded slightly in approval at Chen Mo's swordsmanship. This year's disciple recruitment indeed yielded some promising seedlings.
Chen Mo sheathed his sword behind him and said coldly, "You trash, you want to join the Yin Feng Valley You're courting death."
Mu Qingyue heard with surprise: "These people are so crazy."
"Sword cultivators are even more often unrestrained and flamboyant," Wang Xuan smiled and explained.
As he was speaking, he looked up in surprise toward the talent testing area in the plaza.
Suddenly, there was an uproar and the crowd surged, filled with a variety of exclamations.
A gigantic fox phantom soared out from a soul-testing pillar, dashing across the sky. Its beastly form shed countless white light spots, making the entire square strangely beautiful.
And the fox's Martial Soul was even more beautiful, its fur as white as snow, with seven long tails growing from its rear. Its beastly eyes were exceptionally spiritual, and the aura it emanated was astonishing, radiating circles of white light.
"A half-step King-level Martial Soul!"
"Her martial soul... is actually a Xuan Yin Holy Fox!"
And, the person is also too handsome!!
The crowd was stunned, gazing at the young woman in goose-yellow robes standing beneath the soul-testing pillar. Many young men were filled with excitement and admiration.
She was about fourteen years old, with delicate features like a painting. Her skin was as white as snow, her long hair cascaded down her shoulders, and she possessed an air of elegance like orchids. She was a true beauty that could captivate the nation and bring ruin to it.
She placed a pale, slender hand on the soul-testing pillar. Her delicate features were contorted with fear, and as she realized everyone was staring at her, she quickly withdrew her hand.
And with it, the beautiful white fox martial spirit in the sky also disappeared.
The elders of Yin Feng Gu all stood up.
"The Xuan Yin Holy Fox Martial Spirit, finally a monster appeared!"
"Haha, little girl, you can become an inner disciple of our Yin Feng Valley by joining us!"
"Yes, and the strong might take you as a disciple."
The elders of Yin Feng Valley chuckled.
It has been many years since a King-level martial soul appeared. Although it is only half a step away from the King level, it is second only to the Four Heavenly Pride.
Lin Miaoyi's small face was a little dazed. She didn't expect that she was actually a half-step king-level martial soul. She had heard of the Four Heavenly Talents, and they were only at the king-level martial soul level.
"Thank you, elders," Lin Miaoyi hurriedly bowed to the VIP stand.
"Well, just wait a moment. Someone will come to take you into the valley."
The elders smiled kindly and sat down again.
Lin Miaoyi joyfully hopped off the testing platform and skipped to a tall, lanky boy in gray clothes, saying with glee, "Brother Zhou Yu, Xiao Yi passed the test!"
The grey-clothed youth's face was tense with sweat, and he exclaimed in surprise, "I didn't expect Sister Yier to be so capable. I don't even know..."
"Zhou Yu gege, you can do it too." Lin Miao Yi mischievously winked.
Seeing the two of them being so intimate, the surrounding young men were so depressed they wanted to vomit blood. They looked at the grey-clothed youth with envy and jealousy.
And upon the viewing platform, the elders of the Yin Feng sect's smiles suddenly vanished.
In a corner of the square, under a tree, there stood a figure in fine attire, with a venomous gleam in their eyes.
"Does Hao Shao have his eyes on her We can catch her."
"Hee hee, indeed a beauty. Judging by her clothes, she's either an independent cultivator or from a small clan."
Don't say she has no background, even if she comes from a big family, as long as Hao Shao takes a liking to her, don't even think about running away.
“...”
A group of men and women in fine clothes fawned over the young man behind.
The young man in fine clothes had a sinister smile on his face: “Do I need you to catch me No rush, it's rare to find such a top-notch one. I want to train her into a female slave.”
The elegantly dressed young man gave a sinister smile. None of his prey ever resisted him; they all willingly climbed into bed and undressed themselves...
......
Wang Xuan retracted his gaze.
If that young girl could enter the inner sect through the talent test, he should be able to as well.
However, his talent is very likely to be known by both clans. Once he releases the Heavenly Dao Pupil Martial Spirit, perhaps both clans will discover him.
Besides, the Dao Xing pupil and Shi Ying sword rely on the Wordless Heavenly Book, which are his absorbed sub-soul weapons. The Dao Xing pupil may not necessarily be able to test out a top-grade level.
“That girl is indeed very beautiful and likable. I am quite satisfied.” Mu Qingyue smiled faintly.
Wang Xuan didn't hear Mu Qingyue's words because Yin Fenggu, the deacon in charge of Station 10, spoke loudly at the same time: "The next battle, Number 890 Yang Chong against Number 108 Black Wind!"shocked beyond words, her heart trembling. The other party's combat power wasn't just like it was during the previous gambling matchGazing at the young man's figure, Mu Ling'er's beautiful eyes were f...