Chapter 77
“Xiao Qin seems to be from the outer sect?”
Qian Bufan had some impression of this young man.
“Yeah, he’s a rising star, perhaps he’s had some fortuitous encounter,” he replied.
“He has a good relationship with my disciple, Li Mo,” Xue Jing said with a smile, stroking his beard.
The elders nodded slightly.
Given Xiao Qin's performance, regardless of the outcome of this battle, he was already qualified to be a true disciple.
The fight in the arena continued.
Little Li, at this point, was no longer a novice in martial arts.
Thanks to his time spent between Bing Tuozi and Princess Jiang, along with his beautiful master who often boasted about how she had beaten this or that person when she drank too much, Li Mo had accumulated quite a bit of insight.
Watching the two figures clashing on stage, Li Mo shook his head slightly and said, “It won’t be easy for Old Xiao to win.”
Old Xiao was managing to hold his own against an opponent who was a whole realm above him, but this method was extremely taxing.
Xie Lanal clearly wasn’t a fool without combat experience; she had already noticed this and began to rely on her excellent footwork to evade.
Ying Bing withdrew her gaze and lowered her eyes to sip her tea. “Three breaths.”
As soon as she finished speaking, it was exactly three breaths.
Xiao Qin suddenly relaxed his stance, his face pale as he cupped his hands. “Senior Sister, I’ve lost.”
Xie Ailan halted, not even glancing at him, and silently walked off the stage to recuperate.
Qian Bufan’s deep voice echoed throughout the arena: “Xie Ailan wins!”
“Xiao Qin enters the loser's bracket! If he loses again in the next match, he will be eliminated.”
To ensure fairness, the Nine Peaks Martial Arts Competition didn’t eliminate a participant after just one loss; they had to lose twice in a row to ensure a relatively reasonable outcome.
Of course, if someone faced opponents far stronger than themselves consecutively, they could only consider themselves unlucky.
The excitement of the first match had already set the atmosphere ablaze.
Qian Bufan patted the bronze beast again, and from its mouth fell two waist tokens.
“Next battle.”
“Inner sect disciple Lu Bai, against…”
“Ruyi Peak, Lin Jiang!”
...
This was a match without much suspense.
If one had to describe this battle, it could only be said that it truly made everyone realize the gap between inner sect disciples and true disciples.
Lin Jiang’s spear moved like a dragon, his blood surging with vigor.
His opponent used the same technique, but in less than ten exchanges, Lin Jiang swept him off the stage with the shaft of his spear.
After bowing to his opponent, he didn’t look at the high platform but instead turned his gaze to where the disciples were seated.
Upon seeing that familiar figure, a smile broke out on his face.
“Old Lin has made great progress lately.”
Li Mo exchanged glances with him and smiled back.
Recently, he had occasionally run into Lin Jiang, and they had discussed martial arts together.
Little Li suddenly felt a bit sentimental.
Watching someone he had helped shine so brightly gave him a sense of achievement, like in a nurturing game?
“Lin Jiang wins!”
“Next match…”
...
An hour passed.
During this time, Murong Xiao also took the stage once, winning with a significant advantage and garnering much attention and praise.
“He must be the most outstanding genius of this generation, right?”
The arrogant youth from the Burning Jade Forest was eager to try his hand, looking as if he had found a worthy opponent. If not for the rules, he seemed ready to jump in for a fight.
“After the Nine Peaks Martial Arts Competition, you can seek him out for a spar,” said a middle-aged man in a scholar’s robe.
The Blood-Clad Young Master from the Red Whale Gang’s eyes sparkled with interest.
“The body of a Ming Jiao? The demonic nature is controlled so well?”
“His physique is pale gold, this sense of tranquility resembles Buddhist martial arts.”
“Interesting…”
Seeing his interest, the Lord of Ziyang lowered his voice and said, “Young Master, this child is a descendant of the Murong family; I expect he will return to the capital.”
“Understood.”
The Blood-Clad Young Master nodded lightly.
Strangely enough, as a disciple of the Red Whale Gang, his attitude towards a lord of a prefecture was surprisingly casual.
“Han He has taught a good disciple.”
“Murong Xiao is indeed exceptionally gifted, a fine candidate for body refinement. If he has good forging talent, our Qingyuan Sect will have another great craftsman.”
“His unique physique will only grow stronger as he reaches the Divine Vision realm; that’s when he will truly shine.”
Listening to his colleagues’ envy, Elder Han He’s bark-like face broke into a smile.
Murong Xiao was indeed the most likely candidate to take over his mantle.
He was quite lucky…
“Murong Xiao…”
“Isn’t he the one who follows my precious disciple around, always calling him Brother Li?”
A certain master of the Qunyu Peak’s voice broke in at an inopportune moment.
“Yeah, he does have a good relationship with my disciple,” Xue Jing replied with a smile.
As disciples of the Qingyuan Sect, the elders naturally preferred to see excellent disciples maintain harmonious relationships, so they could work together when issues arose.
The only one not feeling pleased was probably…
Creak.
Elder Han He’s smile froze, and with a sudden grip, he nearly crushed the armrest of his chair.
The best disciple of the Divine Weapon Peak was just a follower of that kid.
The divine weapons of the Divine Weapon Peak were also in that kid’s hands.
Why did he feel more and more irritated?
Wasn’t this also a kind of…
“Hmph, Master Shang Wu, you’re too early to be pleased.”
“I know you’ve ranked Qunyu Peak at the top, but I don’t know where you found the courage!”
As soon as he finished speaking, the gazes of the elders turned sharply towards Shang Wu, their expressions filled with confusion, as if to say:
‘We know you’re usually a bit scatterbrained, but this is too much, isn’t it?’
‘How dare you?’
‘My disciple is still just a child.’
In fact…
By the time Shang Wu remembered, Little Bing’er wasn’t a disciple of Qunyu Peak; she had gone through three phases.
First disbelief, then regret, and finally… giving up.
Since she couldn’t change the outcome, she might as well let it be…
Shang Wu took a sip of wine, seemingly indifferent, and said, “Because I believe in my precious disciple.”
The elders: “!”
Why was she so confident? This wasn’t like her at all.
Everyone knew Shang Wu valued wealth above all else; she wouldn’t act unless she was sure. How could she place such a heavy bet on her disciple?
Could it be… that the only seedling of Qunyu Peak truly had some astonishing backing?
Elder Han He fell into deep thought.
That kid wouldn’t…
Be able to use the divine weapon, would he?
...
The clashes between martial artists weren’t as flashy as one might think; when there’s a gap in strength, determining the victor is quite simple.
Moreover, this was a friendly sparring match, not a life-and-death struggle.
Soon, another match concluded.
Qian Bufan patted the bronze bull again: “Next match.”
“Luo Xia Peak, Xie Ailan, against…”
“Qingyuan Main Peak, Ying Bing!”
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