Among the crowd on the Guardian’s side, a dissatisfied snort was heard.
Obviously, these two will get quite the beating when they return.
All three matches were fought rapidly, even though they were friendship battles, everyone fought as fiercely as possible. Anyway, the referee is responsible if anyone accidentally dies—not .
The fourth match started imdiately.
The person who ca out from the Wei Wo Zheng Sect was still formidable; Dongfang Sansan glanced back only once, playing with a light yellow piece of wood in his palm.
Yan Nan appeared to be indifferent to the Marquis-level battles, yet was subtly paying attention.
In contrast, Dongfang Sansan seed to be paying close attention but was actually indifferent.
On the surface, their expressions seed similar, but upon closer inspection, the two were in stark contrast.
The next seven battles passed, with the Guardians winning three and losing four; the fights were fierce and exciting.
But all the dominating overlords were yawning.
For them, watching this level of battle was simply torture.
However, for the onlooking crowd, it was... too thrilling! Too intense! Too spectacular!
The fighters participating in the Marquis-level battles all exhibited combat power equivalent to ordinary King-level fourth and fifth grades, and so even showed strength comparable to King-level seventh or eighth grades.
Looking at their battle experience, combat power, and considering their background and age; everyone reached the sa conclusion: these young fellows are destined for a very bright future.
As long as they don’t perish prematurely, their future is assuredly prominent.
Finally, it was the eighth match, and Chen Gu slightly straightened his posture.
Yan Nan appeared completely disinterested.
Dongfang Sansan seed sowhat interested however.
The Wei Wo Zheng Sect’s mber participating in this match was nad Mu Feng, hailing from the Weiwo Orthodox Southeast Headquarters.
His background was very detailed: where he was born, who his master was, what positions he had held, and having joined the Cultivating Gu to Beco a God Plan just last year. His current cultivation is Ninth Grade Marquis Level.
His weapon is a sword.
When this person ca out to fight, his combat power was domineering and overwhelming. With only three moves, he completely subdued his opponent of the sa Ninth Grade Marquis Level from the Guardian’s side, making the outco clear.
"This Mu Feng is quite impressive... and he’s from the Southeast division."
Dongfang Sansan chuckled and said to Yan Nan, "Such talent, yet during the Cultivating Gu to Beco a God Plan, he was unknown? It seems your sect truly has abundant talent."
Yan Nan’s eyes flashed, and he calmly said, "I don’t concern myself with the juniors of our subordinate sects. Besides... their strength is too low. They’ve yet to mature, giving them attention isn’t very useful. Besides, there are too many storms in future growth. Let’s see if he can break through to the Monarch Level first."
"With such strength, such combat power, and at such a young age, it’s not considered low at all."
Dongfang Sansan said with a smile, "And it can be seen that this Mu Feng isn’t pursuing rash advancent, but constantly consolidating his foundation. His combat experience is extrely rich, a quite promising rising star."
Yan Nan gave a slight smile, "Let’s see if he can take the championship."
Dongfang Sansan sighed and said, "The others aren’t his match. We’ve lost the Marquis-level battle."
Yan Nan said, "Kids need to co out, hone themselves, see the world, and experience the winds and rains."
"Vice Sect Master Yan speaks wisely."
Dongfang Sansan chuckled, stopped watching the scene, picked up a teacup, took a sip, and said, "This ti, few of the geniuses from the Cultivating Gu to Beco a God Plan have appeared."
Yan Nan snorted and said, "Dongfang, what ideas are you hiding? All nine participants from our sect ca from the Cultivating Gu to Beco a God Plan—few? Where do you get that idea?"
"But surely there are even more talented ones, such as... Yan Beihan."
Dongfang Sansan said, "Why hasn’t Miss Beihan appeared?"
Yan Nan replied, "She has already broken through to the Martial Emperor level, and isn’t participating in this friendship battle."
"I see."
Dongfang Sansan suddenly understood, "Vice Sect Master Yan, you have a good granddaughter."
Yan Nan spoke calmly, with hidden aning, "It’s not just my family; most of the top geniuses from the Cultivating Gu to Beco a God Plan have already broken through to the Martial Emperor level."
"Is that so? Your sect truly has extraordinary people from a land of outstanding talents."
Dongfang Sansan smiled slightly, appearing completely indifferent, as if he didn’t catch Yan Nan’s implication.
Their conversation seed ordinary to outsiders, talking about trivial matters, like two old n basking in the sun, chatting casually.
But only they knew how much thought was contained within.
Yan Nan probed, Dongfang Sansan probed, both knew clearly in their hearts.
Neither currently wanted to speculate on the victory or defeat of each other’s probes.
The first round of Marquis-level battles finally ended with the Wei Wo Zheng Sect winning.
The Guardians won three and lost six. The remaining three faced off against the other six in the second round, leaving just one thereafter. The first battle of the third round, and they were defeated.
Becoming the fourth place.
The Wei Wo Zheng Sect had three left, and after alternating battles, the first place was decided, unsurprisingly, it was Mu Feng from the Weiwo Orthodox Southeast Headquarters.
The sword was venomous and ruthless, crisp and decisive, with combat experience so rich it was appalling, and even until the end of the fight, it was apparent his strength wasn’t fully unleashed!
Everyone anticipated this outco, so there was no surprise at all.
After all, Mu Feng’s strength was far superior to others.
Moreover, Mu Feng’s fighting style sowhat reminded people of soone: Yemo!
Similarly unstoppable, equally magnificent and dignified, with a chilling killing aura.
Looking at "Mu Feng", even the onlookers wore solemn expressions, everyone knew, claiming first in such a setting ant sothing significant.
This guy certainly caught the eyes of the higher-ups.
"This Mu Feng, quite impressive, I need to archive this." Dongfang Sansan’s gaze turned serious.
"Oh?" Yan Nan said indifferently, "Perhaps, you needn’t archive him, as you already have his records."
Dongfang Sansan gave him a sideways glance, "Are you trying to tell that this Mu Feng is the champion of the Cultivating Gu to Beco a God Plan, Yemo?"
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