The surrounding sounds quieted down, and everyone was unsure what had happened.
"What kind of Spell is this? Immobilization?"
"It doesn’t look like it, and Senior Brother Ye Tian isn’t injured; his protective spiritual clothing is still intact."
On the Elder’s platform, the Elders whispered among themselves. Daoist Lijun looked at the bamboo slip in Sun Zhengfu’s hand and smiled slightly.
"The Disciples in my Sect are all quite interesting..."
"How strange."
Luo Xiaming sat beside Daoist Lijun: "The strange art this Disciple is using seems sowhat similar to the Dao Technique of Confucianism."
"Heh heh."
Daoist Lijun shook his head slightly: "The literary Qi on this child is not enough for him to cast Confucian Dao Technique."
"He’s only achieving this effect by borrowing that Confucian Daoist relic."
"Words becoming law, it’s not that simple."
Luo Xiaming nodded and said no more.
On the stage, Ye Tian’s expression changed, and he retreated.
He stabilized himself, his eyes filled with uncertainty and surprise.
However, he did not hesitate, rely snorted coldly, and swung his sword again.
"Playing tricks!"
This ti, his sword strike was even faster, his spiritual power transforming into several Sword Qi waves, blocking Sun Zhengfu’s left and right!
Sun Zhengfu took a deep breath, and his voice suddenly rose.
"Disperse."
To Ye Tian’s astonishnt, a strange feeling of fatigue ca over him.
His spiritual power felt insufficient, and his Sword Qi even began to show signs of collapsing!
"What kind of demonic art is this!?"
With his spiritual power dissipating and ridians regressing, Ye Tian grunted, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
Ye Tian’s face finally showed a hint of panic, but before he could react, Sun Zhengfu had already uttered the third word.
"Retreat."
Ye Tian felt a huge force pushing him forward. His feet moved uncontrollably, making him retreat several steps!
Finally, he stumbled and fell off the Sword Debate Platform.
The Elder in charge was stunned for a mont, then ca back to his senses and loudly announced: "Northeast Sword Debate Platform, Number Four Sun Zhengfu wins!"
The audience imdiately burst into an uproar.
"He won?!"
"Sun Zhengfu won against Ye Tian!"
Song Yan murmured in a low voice: "Senior Brother Sun really hid his strength well..."
On the stage, Sun Zhengfu’s face was pale, and the characters on the bamboo slip in his hand had beco extrely dim.
"I won..."
His previously tense mind and nerves suddenly relaxed.
A sharp pain spread from his heart all the way to his head, causing a dizzying sensation.
Sun Zhengfu collapsed to the ground, unconscious... With the end of Sun Zhengfu’s match, the first round of elimination was nearing its conclusion.
The voice of the Elder in charge resounded throughout Wipe Sword Peak: "The first round is over, and eleven Disciples have erged! After an hour of rest, the round-robin tournant will begin!"
In the spectator stands, the Cultivators discussed the half-day’s battles.
"This year’s decisive stage is truly filled with hidden Dragons and crouching tigers; it’s a pity we haven’t seen any strong matchups yet."
"How could we? The round-robin tournant is the main event. Li Yi, Yuwen Yao, Song Yan, and the others haven’t even fought each other yet."
On the Elder’s platform, the Elders were also chatting idly.
They still needed to discuss and select two Disciples who wouldn’t make it into the top ten but had perford well enough to be alternates.
Among the current top eleven, besides a few familiar faces, there were also several who had fought their way through.
Senior Brother Chen Chen, Song Yan had so interactions with him, but they weren’t very familiar.
This person’s fighting style primarily relied on Spiritual Artifacts and talismans.
As for Han Yuan and Zhao Xuan, Song Yan was completely unfamiliar with them.
All their matches started at the sa ti, and he hadn’t had much energy to pay attention to unfamiliar Cultivators before.
Afternoon.
Wipe Sword Peak beca lively again, with discussions even louder than during the morning’s matches.
Besides Song Yan, Lin Qing, Xiang Zhaoling, and Sun Zhengfu were also receiving much attention.
"I never would have thought that Junior Sister Xiang Zhaoling, who looks so young, would have such formidable strength."
"Mainly, I can’t tell what her fighting style is..."
"Next, Song Yan and Li Yi are finally going to face off."
"It’s not looking good. I admit Senior Brother Song Yan’s sword-controlling Spell is exceptionally brilliant, but defeating Senior Brother Li Yi would be quite difficult."
"Indeed, up until now, has Senior Brother Li Yi truly showcased his real strength?"
"Not to ntion Li Yi, even against Senior Sister Yuwen Yao, the outco is probably hard to predict."
"There’s nothing that can be done. Compared to these two, Senior Brother Song Yan’s Realm is simply too low."
"Have any of you placed bets at the gambling den? Whether it’s against Li Yi or Yuwen Yao, Senior Brother Song Yan’s odds are very high. If you have any spare Spirit Stones, you can place a bet."
"What if Song Yan wins..."
"Ah? Where is it?"
"Over in the West Spectator Area."
"Let’s go, let’s go, let’s check it out."
On the central Sword Debate Platform, the Elder in charge slowly walked forward.
He channeled his spiritual power and announced loudly: "Now, the finals begin!"
The rules had been explained before: the eleven qualified Disciples would fight in a round-robin format, with each Disciple fighting the other ten once.
A point system would be used: two points for a win, one point for a draw, and zero points for a loss.
One Disciple would still be eliminated in the round-robin tournant, and the final rankings of the top ten Disciples would be determined.
"Central Platform, Yuwen Yao against Song Yan."
"Northwest, Zhao Xuan against Lin Qing."
"Northeast, Chen Chen against Han Yuan."
"Southeast, Senior Brother Kong You against Xiang Zhaoling."
"Southwest, Li Yi against Shao Sichao."
A commotion erupted all around.
In the round-robin tournant, all Disciples would eventually face each other, but no one expected two popular contenders to et so soon.
Sun Zhengfu was lucky, getting a bye for now, which gave him more ti to recover.
Indeed, using the Confucian Daoist secret treasure had severely depleted his Origin Qi, and it was uncertain if he would have enough strength to compete further.
It was highly probable that he would be eliminated.
However, he had no regrets.
Five matches began simultaneously, but most eyes were focused on the central Sword Debate Platform.
Song Yan slowly walked onto the stage. Across from him, Senior Sister Yuwen Yao was already standing there, a small flask of wine tucked at her waist.
Song Yan had paid attention to Senior Sister Yuwen Yao in previous matches.
She didn’t use Spiritual Artifacts or talismans, purely employing a powerful hand seal technique to fight.
But watching was one thing; he would only know her true depth by facing her in person.
On the Sword Debate Platform, Yuwen Yao’s face was flushed, clearly indicating she had been drinking before coming up.
However, the alcohol hadn’t dulled her; instead, her eyes were exceptionally bright.
"Junior Brother Song, Junior Sister Qingqing always talks about you, saying how amazing you are. Today, I’ll finally get to see it for myself."
She held up three fingers: "It’s just starting now, so let’s not fight to the death and let others gain an advantage for free."
"Ordinary Cultivators can’t withstand one of my palms. If you can withstand my three strongest palms, then you win. How about it?"
"This..."
Song Yan looked at the Elder in charge beside him.
The Elder had his hands behind his back and said nothing, indicating that as long as both parties agreed, this was permissible.
He nodded: "Alright."
Yuwen Yao chuckled inwardly: "I can only unleash three ultimate palms myself. After that, I’ll need to consu Spirit Pills and spiritual wine to recover."
"This Junior Brother is so easy to trick."
The response to the Sect Sword Wipe section has been better than I expected... but it’s ending soon.
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