In an instant.
East River Sword gripped the long sword behind his back, Sword Qi like a rainbow, instantly erupting from behind.
"Slash!"
He clasped his hands together.
The massive Sword Qi erupted like ocean waves, countless strands of Sword Qi frantically surging within the crimson barrier.
White Shark crossed his hands in front of his chest, Sword Qi after Sword Qi slicing against his white Bone Blade, striking sparks.
"The Dongchuan Clan, famous for Swordsmanship, follows the path of the Ancient Cultivator, which is now nearly lost.
The cultivation techniques of Ancient Cultivators are very demanding.
Nowadays, to find a suitable heir to the Swordsmanship in the Dongchuan Star Family is not easy; East River Sword is almost the most outstanding of this generation, perfectly inheriting the essence of Dongchuan Swordsmanship.
Hence, his na is derived from the sword."
At this mont.
Seated on seven stone chairs, a man with a pallor and a sickly beauty to his skin said softly.
Though he spoke softly.
His words fell into the ears of everyone in the hall, every word crystal clear.
Is he explaining...
Baiyu silently grumbled in his heart.
The two in the arena rapidly clashed, instantly exchanging over a hundred rounds, Mad Shark’s hands like the hardest blades, continuously thrusting forward, launching a dense flurry of attacks like raindrops, with strands of Sword Qi either shattered or deflected.
East River Sword maneuvered flexibly, although at a disadvantage, he showed no signs of fatigue, his eyes bright as if searching for a chance to strike a decisive blow.
Suddenly.
East River Sword halted his steps.
"It’s about ti."
He grasped the hilt with his right hand, sheathed the sword with his left hand, gently unsheathed it.
Kachak!
A sharp Sword Qi flashed by.
White Shark’s courageously advancing body froze, with a squelching sound, from left shoulder to right waist, a piercing wound split open, countless blood spurted out, scattering and flowing all over the ground.
A bulky body fell.
East River Sword coldly glanced at the corpse on the ground, sheathed his sword, then smiled and looked at the referee: "Aren’t you announcing?"
"Oh, alright, alright."
The referee was stunned, seemingly not expecting the battle to reverse so quickly, and then reacted: "White Shark is eliminated! Mad Shark Clan’s next challenger!"
Two people from the Laine Clan quickly walked into the circle, dragging White Shark’s corpse out.
After winning this round, East River Sword could continue to stand on the ring, awaiting Mad Shark Clan’s next challenger.
This is a relay battle.
Not a best-three-out-of-five arena match.
Both sides send five people each, fighting until one side has no one left to compete, then a winner can be determined.
The result of such a system is generally extrely brutal.
Because no one holds back, fighting until the opponent has no power to fight, even to completely kill the opponent, that is everyone’s goal.
However.
East River Sword clearly had strength to continue, but he voluntarily stepped down.
"No rush, I’ll rest first, and give others a chance to shine." East River Sword smiled.
Next.
Mad Shark Clan and Dongchuan Clan each continued to send their clan mbers for fierce combat above.
Even Baiyu watching from below found it imnsely exciting.
Soon.
The contest between Dongchuan Clan and Mad Shark Clan announced its end, with East River Sword not reappearing since Mad Shark Clan, despite exerting all efforts, only defeated three from Dongchuan Clan, their fifth contestant died at the hands of Dongchuan Clan’s fourth.
Mad Shark Clan’s journey in the Forgotten Association ends here.
They are challengers.
Only allowed one chance.
Dongchuan Clan was picked with utmost selection, yet in the end still couldn’t claim victory.
"Dongchuan Clan wins, and for the next two days, Dongchuan Clan cannot be challenged by other clans."
The referee quickly declared the match result.
Then swiftly proceeded to start the next match.
The two fighting for life and death within the crimson barrier couldn’t hear outside voices, couldn’t see external movents.
But those outside.
Could clearly see everything happening inside.
After the battle between Mad Shark Clan and Dongchuan Clan, another challenger clan selected its target.
An entire day.
A total of four clans competed.
Two clans failed their challenge, two clans succeeded, the failure rate at fifty percent, and that was with careful preparation and so understanding of their opponents.
Slots in the Forgotten Association.
Indeed aren’t easy to obtain.
Notably, none of these four clans challenged Baiyu, as if he was forgotten in the corner.
"Today ended, tomorrow’s battles will be more intense, and so clan mbers were injured, even if they win, within only two days, it’s impossible to fully recover, you can ally with these clans."
Harley was advising Baiyu.
"Though it’s unlikely they’ll ally with you, but you must try."
Baiyu raised an eyebrow: "If we ally, will they send people to help in the arena match?"
"Yes, a clan can send at most one person. But correspondingly, you must also participate in their clan’s arena match."
"Does this comply with the rules? Does that an if a clan allies with seven clans occupying main seats, they can completely occupy edge seats?"
Baiyu thought if one could ally infinitely, then it wouldn’t concern these edge clans at all, each year seven clans could just send people to fight a match.
"Impossible, rules state that clans occupying main seats cannot in any form interfere in or assist edge-seat clans during the Forgotten Association fights.
Also.
Alliances have many strict terms.
Firstly, both parties’ mbers must be dissatisfied, aning unable to muster five people, just this one term makes it difficult for clans to et.
Because they always bring many people, it’s impossible not to gather five contestants."
Baiyu nodded.
Indeed so, today Dongchuan Clan won, but it wasn’t a unilateral crush, they still lost one person.
Yet Dongchuan Clan brought over twenty people this ti.
Until the next arena match.
They have a complete team of five again.
"I’ll give it a try, these things only depend on luck, if found great, but if not, it’s no big deal."
Baiyu smiled.
Harley sighed, but felt a pinch of luck inside.
The first day dodged like this, what if the second day, third day can also elude?
Everyone at the Forgotten Association mostly had already set their targets before coming to compete.
They seek stability, not casually changing laid-out plans, otherwise, they would have to redevelop tactics, gather information.
Soon.
After the patriarch of Laine Clan announced the day’s matches ended, everyone began to disperse, either returning to their lodgings or going to eat, practice.
The dinner prepared by the Laine Clan was extrely sumptuous.
Mostly consisting of rare ingredients containing high Spirituality, like deep-sea octopus, Starry Sky Demon Bird and the like.
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