"Can you hold it?"
Wang Qian laughed arrogantly, raised his hand, and struck a fierce palm towards Zi Zhao Yan’s Heavenly Thunder Protection Barrier.
In an instant, a fierce Yin wind arose, and the wind blades with strong corrosive forces continuously tore at that layer of thunder screen.
At this rate, Zi Zhao Yan might not be able to hold on for long.
"Soul Painting Shadow!"
However, Zi Zhao Yan was evidently very patient, waiting until the exact mont the Heavenly Thunder Protection Barrier shattered, before activating the Xuanxin Purple Eyes and triggering the Soul Painting Shadow ability.
Just as Ling Feng had speculated, her virtualization allowed her to completely ignore Wang Qian’s Yin wind, as she floated lightly towards him.
Swoosh!
The shadow twisted and spun at high speed, brewing Thunder Power as it launched an attack towards Wang Qian at an incredibly tricky angle!
Crackle!
Arcs of electricity surged, ripping a long tear directly through the void!
The next mont, it appeared right in front of Wang Qian’s face without any warning!
A jade palm, just one foot away from Wang Qian’s chest!
At such a distance, let alone blocking it, there wouldn’t even be ti to react!
Below the stage, Lio Donglin wore a look of unwillingness, having been defeated by this very move before.
At this mont, seeing the Thunder Power accumulating in Zi Zhao Yan’s palm, cold sweat broke out on Lio Donglin’s forehead. If Zi Zhao Yan unleashed this move on him, he might not only fall unconscious but lose half his limb, not sothing as simple as passing out.
"Is it about to succeed!"
A triumphant smile appeared on Zi Zhao Yan’s face. If this palm hit Wang Qian’s chest, no matter how strong he was, he would definitely suffer serious injuries.
Sotis, strength is not everything; victory can also be achieved through wit and control of the battle.
However, in the next mont, the smile on Zi Zhao Yan’s face froze instantly.
"Too naive, Junior Sister Zi!"
Beside Wang Qian, there was a lingering trace of Yin wind!
And at the mont Zi Zhao Yan launched her attack, her virtualization would surely be dispelled.
And it was at that instant that Wang Qian suddenly launched an attack, with Yin wind entangling Zi Zhao Yan’s body, causing her to be thrown back by the swirling Yin wind in that split second!
"Pfft!"
Her Qi-blood boiled fiercely, and Zi Zhao Yan spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, barely landing on the ground, her figure swaying, struggling to stand firm.
The purple hem of her skirt was already torn by the wind blades, disintegrating into dust in the Yin wind, revealing a small section of her slender, snow-white leg.
A sharp burning pain thrumd from her calf, the corroding force of the Yin wind having already penetrated her skin, and if it wasn’t purged in ti, it could be catastrophic, risking the very loss of her legs.
"I... concede!"
Zi Zhao Yan bit her silver teeth, the gap in strength was too vast.
From start to finish, Wang Qian had not moved a single step!
He had rely employed one move, "Wind Rising from Nine Heavens," whereas she, exerting all her strength, still ended up defeated!
It’s not that she was too weak, but rather that Wang Qian was simply too strong!
As Yunluo Sacred Land’s Chief Disciple, Wang Qian’s strength was naturally formidable.
Everyone had focused their attention on Li Yanluo and Ao Jue, the second and third from the previous tournant, unaware that Wang Qian, too, was a hidden ace from the Yunluo Sacred Land.
As Zi Zhao Yan left the stage conceding, Wang Qian secured his tenth consecutive victory, though before stepping off, his gaze flickered towards Ling Feng.
Ling Feng pursed his lips, thinking silently to himself: This person, with deep scheming and subtle expressions, is a formidable opponent.
Returning to her seat, Zi Zhao Yan, with a touch of disarray, adjusted her skirt, covering the wound on her calf, cautiously channeling Elental Power to expel the invading Yin wind power.
Ling Feng casually passed an Elixir over, saying faintly, "Take it, it will aid in your recovery."
A flash of intrigue passed through Zi Zhao Yan’s eyes, "In a way, we are competitors. Are you truly giving an Elixir?"
Ling Feng shrugged, "If possible, I would hope to encounter you when you are at full strength."
"You truly are an interesting person."
Zi Zhao Yan took the Elixir, gave Ling Feng a deep look, and instead of feigning humility, directly swallowed it.
The Elixir was refined by Ling Feng with Burning Sky Dragon Fla Marrow, and the efficacy was undoubtedly superb. Soon, Zi Zhao Yan’s complexion recovered and her injuries were nearly healed.
...
The competition continued, and soon, Ling Feng completed his final match, achieving ten consecutive victories, steadily advancing to the second round.
As for Zi Zhao Yan and He Lingyun, they naturally had no trouble, though each had lost one match, their solid strength secured their positions.
The other nine arenas also gradually concluded their matches.
Noteworthy was one standout female contestant among the already exceptional Shi Haoxuan and Ye Ting, who surprisingly made quite a na for herself.
This girl, a rarely seen and seldom acting monster strength maiden, Yeu Linglong.
For Lin Mu’s promise, this little girl pushed her limits; every opponent she encountered was shockingly sent flying out of the arena with a single punch.
That Helian Xiao, unlucky as he was, encountered Yeu Linglong in the first round and could not avoid getting instantly defeated by a punch.
Everyone then realized that hidden within the East Spirit Immortal Pond was such a formidable "little monster."
So much so that Yeu Linglong’s title of "monster strength maiden" began to rival Ling Feng’s, threatening to overshadow him.
Half a day later, the elimination rounds officially ended.
Out of ten thousand, a thousand strong warriors erged, advancing to the second round.
At this mont, the Bronze Giant Gate vibrated with a resonating dragon roar.
This also signified the complete end of the first stage of the competition, and the Qi Fortune plundering battle among the remaining one thousand Heavenly Pride powerhouses was about to begin.
In this first round, the disciples of the Three Great Sacred Lands almost entirely advanced, leaving little room for suspense, except for so truly unfortunate ones who repeatedly faced top-level fighters from the Three Great Sacred Lands, resigning to their bad luck.
With the end of the first round, one thousand strong contenders were divided into ten groups, competing for the top hundred spots.
Buzz buzz!
The void trembled as a massive golden light circle rapidly spread above the Bronze Arena.
In previous battles, especially with powerhouses like Shi Haoxuan and Ye Ting, imnse might was displayed in every move, inevitably damaging the arenas.
Where the golden light passed, all ten arenas were restored, brand new.
Furthermore, the transparent barrier surrounding the arenas now bore special engravings, evidently so form of reinforcent.
Ling Feng was secretly astonished, this Sunset Chosen One, truly extraordinary, just the arenas alone were filled with unfathomable mysteries.
Such thods must surely be the handiwork of those Immortal Domain powerhouses.
Likewise, there was no extended rest, as the battle for the top hundred comnced promptly.
After the first round ended, everything was randomly reshuffled, with everyone’s groupings disrupted, starting afresh.
This ti, Ling Feng found himself in the sixth group, competing with another ninety-nine geniuses for the top hundred slots.
From this round onwards, due to the Qi Fortune contest, the competition was bound to be much more fierce than the first round.
Ling Feng surveyed the area, looking for familiar faces.
Perhaps fitting the adage, "Enemies often cross paths," Yuan Hua Ji and Wang Qian were surprisingly placed in the sa group as him again.
Ten spots out of a hundred; this round, each Martial Artist needed to participate in twenty matches, significantly increasing the odds of encountering these two.
However, Ling Feng remained unfazed; no matter who he faced, his resolve and conviction to claim the championship title could not be swayed.
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