Chapter 107: The Final Match

  The murmurs of the crowd below did not reach Feng Ping, who was now thoroughly shocked. Among the inner disciples, there was actually someone who could rival him in lightness kung fu.

  "It's extremely urgent!"

  Feng Ping pointed out that the void was filled with finger hairs, and the finger hairs split the air, making a hissing sound that continued uninterrupted.

  Pffft...

  Ye Chen's figure was suddenly shattered and dispersed, turning out to be a residual shadow.

  "Your lightness skill is nothing more than this." Ye Chen's voice came from behind Feng Ping.

  Feng Ping's anger turned into rage, his body spinning like a whirlwind, with countless spear-like fingers shooting out in all directions, some of which pierced through the stone pillars at the edge of the platform.

  Ye Chen's eyes were sharp, his body flashed, and he darted between the countless sword lights. These sword lights weren't launched at the same time, some were ahead, some were behind, some were fast, and some were slow. Relying on his strong physical control and speed, Ye Chen inserted himself into the gaps, seeing the openings, and forcibly appeared five steps in front of Feng Ping.

  "How is it possible, can't even hit him like this."

  Including Xiao Ye and Zhou Ruo, all the inner disciples below the stage were stunned, their mouths slightly open.

  People with insight know that relying solely on speed is not enough to dodge all the spearheads, after all, the gap between each spearhead is very small, and some can be ignored. Moreover, these spearheads have not been arranged in order, they are disorderly, there is no way to find a pattern, wanting to pass through them requires top-notch eyesight, mental strength, physical strength, speed, reaction, and overall awareness.

  The elder on the seat smiled and said: "This child is not bad, there are not many people who can surpass Feng Ping in lightness."

  The two elders nodded, "Feng Ping's skills are not to be underestimated, but after all, they can't compare to the opponent's cunning and experience. In terms of proficiency, they also fall short by a notch."

  "Haha, three promising disciples have appeared one after another, what a blessing for the Flowing Cloud Sect!" The Third Elder couldn't help but burst out laughing.

  On stage, Ye Chen threw a punch and sent Feng Ping flying with a crisp and clean strike.

  "Yè chén shèng!" translates to "Leaf dust wins!"

  The lottery officer was stunned and shouted loudly.

  Ye Chen didn't get too cocky, his body slipped and he instantly fell beside Wu Zongming.

  Wu Zongming was thrilled and exclaimed: "That's amazing! Even Feng Ping Shixiong's lightness skills can't keep up with you!"

  "He still can't grasp the true essence of the wind, only having the speed of the wind. The wind is formless and shapeless, if Feng Ping could comprehend it, Ye Chen would naturally not be able to catch up with him in terms of lightness kung fu."

  Feng Ping walked down the stage in a daze, his lightness technique losing to someone else, which was a huge blow to him. After all, he had been so confident earlier, thinking he could easily defeat Ye Chen.

  The tenth round of matches ended.

  The lottery officer reports the accumulated score.

  "Seventh group, first place Ye Chen, 20 points; second place Feng Ping, 18 points, third place..."

  The top three teams in the group stage qualify for the final, and Feng Ping has not been eliminated.

  Soon, other groups also lined up their top three.

  Wu Zongming lost too many games and missed the final qualification, Zhang Haoran only lost one game and ranked second. As for Li Yun and Tie Feng, they both advanced as the first in their group.

  The game is more exciting, but also need to eat, now it's already noon.

  The old man stood up and announced that the final would be held in the afternoon.

  Liuyun Sect Inner Disciples' Canteen.

  "Who would have thought that among this generation of inner disciples, three powerful individuals would emerge: Li Yun, Tie Feng and Ye Chen."

  "Li Yun's swordsmanship is too powerful, I still haven't figured out how he defeated Dong Haohua Shixiong."

  "Tie Feng is not bad either, three legs and Song Fei Shixiong was solved, as stable as a mountain."

  "You say, apart from Ye Chen's exceptional lightness skills, how is he in other aspects?"

  "It's probably because of his exceptional lightness skill! However, in order to defeat him, one must be among the top six disciples within the inner sect's top ten."

  "Right, even if agility is strong, if attack power is not enough, it's impossible to defeat Li Kuang and the others."

  "Yes! Except for Feng Ping, Dong Haohua and Song Fei, the other seven didn't reveal their full strength, not even 70% of it. It's hard to win against them, every aspect can't be too weak."

  "Never mind, if I keep talking about it, I'll get so excited that I won't be able to eat. I really want to see the final match soon. At that time, all ten of the inner sect's top disciples will definitely go all out, and it will be the peak battle between the inner sect's disciples!"

  Afternoon hours.

  The Martial Arts Square was boiling again, several times more lively than in the morning.

  "On the central platform, the elder shouted: 'The final match will be divided into elimination and ranking matches. The elimination match will eliminate twenty people, leaving only ten. The ranking match will determine the ranking of the top ten disciples in this session...'"

  Below, Ye Chen listened clearly that the knockout tournament has a total of ten rounds, divided into three platforms, but each platform does not have fixed personnel, in other words, whoever is drawn will go up, and which platform it will be on is also possible.

  After passing the tenth round, the top ten scorers will become this generation's Top Ten Inner Disciples.

  After becoming one of the top ten disciples of the inner sect, there is still a ranking competition to be held. The ranking competition is the most complicated and requires many rounds, which will not be mentioned for now.

  "Now, the final match officially begins." The Great Elder mobilized his true energy and shouted loudly.

  Boom!

  The audience was in an uproar, with everyone cheering for their favorite inner disciple.

  "The first platform, Song Fei versus Jiang Hao!"

  "The second platform, Li Yun versus Wu Yuan!"

  "The third move, Meng Chong clashes with Feng Ping!"

  The matches on the first and second platforms were completely uneventful, but the third platform was somewhat exciting, after all this was a showdown between the top ten disciples of the previous generation, instantly triggering thunderous applause.

  Six people rushed onto the stage.

  As expected, Song Fei and Li Yun easily defeated their opponents, taking two points.

  And the battle on the third platform has yet to begin.

  Feng Ping looked at Meng Chong with an extremely serious expression. As one of the top ten disciples of the inner sect, there were two people he least wanted to meet, and they were Guijian Li Kuang and Xueying Dao Meng Chong.

  Li Kuang's swordsmanship was unpredictable and unbeatable, making it impossible to defend against him. Those who were slightly weaker had almost no chance of posing a threat to him. Meng Chong was even more terrifying, with an overwhelming advantage in all aspects, making it nearly hopeless to encounter him.

  Feng Ping still wanted to get past Meng Chong with a single move, after all, he was one of the top ten inner disciples, and being defeated by someone in a single move would be a blow to his pride.

  Meng Chong sneered: "Feng Ping, are you thinking of how to get past me with a single knife?"

  "Give up on this idea! Your strength is far inferior to mine."

  Step by step, he forced Feng Ping back, Meng Chong's right hand rested on the hilt of his knife.

  Spark!

  Feng Ping's scalp felt numb, and he hastily dodged to one side, his body disappearing in an instant.

  "It can't be escaped!"

  Almost no one saw how Meng Chong's sword came out, only seeing the blood-red sword edge flash by.

  The next moment, Feng Ping's figure appeared, with a narrow and long knife wound on his chest, extending all the way to his waist.

  Haha!

  He laughed loudly and then turned around and walked off the stage.