Feng Qingxue wanted to find Lin Xuan, but she ran out of ti. The newcor tournant had begun.
The tournant was divided into four divisions. First, internal competitions would be held within each of the four pavilions to determine their respective champions. Then, these four champions would fight in a final battle to decide the one and only Newcor King. The Star Pavilion, Sunlight Pavilion, Purple Mist Pavilion, and Wangyue Pavilion—the four major pavilions of the Heavenly Dao Academy—all comnced their newcor competitions at the sa ti.
One by one, combat arenas rose from the ground, their surfaces shimring with the light of magical arrays. Countless new disciples gathered around them, their faces filled with excited anticipation.
「Wangyue Pavilion.」
It was equally bustling with activity, as all its new disciples had arrived. They too were gathered around several arenas, but none of them harbored any thoughts of competing for first place. This was because two figures stood at the forefront: Zhang Yang and Zhao Jie.
Both were one-star Martial Generals. With them present, no one else stood a chance of winning. Those two could sweep through everyone else.
Lin Xuan had also arrived and was standing among the crowd. He had heard that many newcors had broken through to beco one-star Martial Generals, but he didn’t care in the slightest. Back when he was a Ninth Grade Martial Artist, he could already defeat a one-star Martial General, much less now that he was also a one-star Martial General. He could even easily defeat a two-star Martial General.
A re one-star Martial General is no different from an ant in my eyes. I can kill them instantly.
Therefore, Lin Xuan was completely relaxed. This newcor tournant is just a warm-up.
Zhang Yang and Zhao Jie noticed Lin Xuan as well. The two sneered at him. "Kid, just you wait. When we et in the arena, we won’t let you off."
They both made their threats, fully intending to teach Lin Xuan a harsh lesson. The others who overheard the exchange were in an uproar.
"This Lin Xuan is in a pitiful spot."
"Sigh, who told him to be so arrogant and offend those two?"
"I’ll admit Lin Xuan’s talent is strong. He defeated Zhang Yang and Zhao Jie before, but he’s a Forsaken One. He can’t break through."
"Now Zhang Yang and Zhao Jie are Martial Generals, while he’s still a Ninth Grade Martial Artist."
"He’s surely not their match now."
"That’s for sure. Zhang Yang and Zhao Jie are the hot contenders for first place. One of them might even beco the Newcor King."
"How can Lin Xuan possibly compare?"
"He’s already been left completely behind."
"He’s not their match at all."
Hearing these remarks, Lin Xuan simply stated, "Sorry, but first place is mine. And so is the title of Newcor King."
What?
At his words, everyone was stunned.
Has this guy lost his mind? You? You want to be number one? You want to be the Newcor King? You’re a Forsaken One, so dream on! This isn’t like it was at the start of the term when everyone was a Martial Artist. Now, the top geniuses have already beco Martial Generals! What do you have to fight a Martial General with?
Everyone thought Lin Xuan was utterly foolish, naive, and had no idea of his own limitations.
Zhang Yang and Zhao Jie also sneered, thinking this Lin Xuan had no idea how powerful a Martial General truly was. They could now annihilate him with a single move.
"Alright, quiet down! The competition is starting," Elder Feng announced coldly, shooting Lin Xuan a harsh glare. He had no goodwill toward Lin Xuan. This kid wants to be number one? In his dreams. Even if he consud the Celestial Spirit Fruit, he still wouldn’t be able to break through.
Soon, the competition started. It adopted a round-robin format where each disciple would fight every other new disciple one by one. A win earned one point, while a loss deducted one. The final rankings would be determined by the total points, with the highest score taking first place. Besides Elder Feng, other elders also served as judges.
Soon, figures began moving onto the arenas, and the matches comnced.
These new disciples had grown much stronger after several months of cultivation, and their attacks were powerful from the very first move. One after another, figures erupted with energy on the arenas, unleashing their strongest Ultimate Skills against their opponents. The battles were incredibly intense and evenly matched. It seed it would take dozens, if not hundreds, of moves to determine a winner. After all, these were all geniuses, and the gap between most of them wasn’t large.
Of course, there were exceptions.
For example, when Zhang Yang took the stage, he dispatched his opponent in a single move. In all his subsequent matches, he continued to win with a single strike. Regardless of whether his opponent was an Eighth Grade or Ninth Grade Martial Artist, none could withstand his first attack.
The crowd gasped in awe. "He’s too strong! So this is the power of a one-star Martial General? It’s terrifying!"
"How boring. You’re all too weak," Zhang Yang stated disdainfully.
On another arena, when it was Zhao Jie’s turn, he also defeated his opponents in a single move. Disciple after disciple was defeated. Eventually, the other newcors began to concede the mont they were matched against Zhang Yang or Zhao Jie. After all, there was no sha in losing to them. Trying to fight for real would only lead to injury, which would affect their performance in later matches.
Aside from these two, there was one other person whose battles were also extrely fast, ending in a single move as well. This was, naturally, Lin Xuan. He was likewise defeating his opponents in one move, which shocked countless people.
Soon, soone remarked, "That’s to be expected. Lin Xuan is probably the strongest among the Ninth Grade Martial Artists."
"He should be able to place third in Wangyue Pavilion."
"But that will be his limit. He can’t possibly beco number one."
"First place will be either Zhang Yang or Zhao Jie."
The crowd discussed fervently.
Zhang Yang and Zhao Jie also noticed this. Currently, only the three of them remained undefeated. However, neither of them took Lin Xuan seriously. They believed their power was now far above his.
As the competition progressed, the gaps between the disciples beca clear. The Eighth Grade Martial Artists began to fall to the bottom of the rankings, while the competition among the Ninth Grade Martial Artists was incredibly fierce. Still, three individuals remained undefeated with the highest scores, tied for first place: Zhang Yang, Zhao Jie, and Lin Xuan.
These three were destined to be the top three. But finishing in the top three was aningless. Only the first-place winner of Wangyue Pavilion could advance to the final tournant and get a chance to compete for the title of Newcor King. Therefore, a battle between these three was inevitable.
Finally, one particular match caused the entire crowd to exclaim in shock. At that mont, the gazes of all the new disciples fell upon one battlefield. It was the match between Zhang Yang and Zhao Jie. Unexpectedly, the two of them were matched against each other earlier than anticipated. It seed a decisive battle was about to take place. Both were one-star Martial Generals.
Who was stronger? It was truly hard to say.
"I’ve never seen a fight between one-star Martial Generals before! This should be a real eye-opener!" the new disciples discussed excitedly.
On the arena stage, Zhang Yang and Zhao Jie stood facing each other. Their expressions were incredibly serious. They both knew this would be their toughest opponent yet. Without any hesitation, they went all out from the very start.
Zhang Yang executed two major swordsmanship techniques: the White Cloud Sword Technique and Gale Swordsmanship. With Elder Feng’s guidance, he had already cultivated both styles to the Great Success Realm. Combined with his one-star Martial General cultivation base, his Sword Qi was even more frigid and sharp. Beams of sword light swept out, so as swift as a gale, others as ethereal as clouds, hurtling toward Zhao Jie.
Zhao Jie did not use a swordsmanship technique. Instead, he executed a Palm Technique. He was more skilled in close-quarters combat that relied on his physique!
Their attacks collided, unleashing a thunderous boom that left the spectators dumbfounded.
"So strong... they’re really so strong!"
"A single casual strike from either of them could instantly defeat us."
This was a true battle between a dragon and a tiger. The new disciples exclaid in awe continuously.
Even the elders nodded slightly. "Not bad, not bad. This year’s new disciples are indeed very strong. They might genuinely have a shot at the Newcor King title." If Wangyue Pavilion could produce a Newcor King, it would be an imnse boost to their pavilion’s prestige and status.
Only Lin Xuan shook his head slightly. This is their level? Far too weak. I could finish either of them in a single move.
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