Chapter 93: The Great Comparison (Part 1)

  All the disciples below listened to the middle-aged man on the highest platform, and their faces were filled with excitement. Last year, only the first place had the opportunity to receive the creation pill, and unexpectedly this year, the top ten all received the creation pill. The champion was rewarded with ten pills, while last year's champion, Qian Kun, only received one creation pill. None of the other disciples had ever obtained it before. The reward for the Yuanlingdan champion also increased by one million compared to last year. This year's rewards are so generous, it seems that Danxuanmen has invested heavily. Even true martial realm disciples may not necessarily obtain the creation pill.

  The disciples on the stage were all discussing and speculating, some had already begun to rub their fists and palms. These rewards were enough to drive these people crazy, of course, including Chen Xuan. Chen Xuan didn't show as much excitement, but hearing them say that this creation pill was indeed a good thing, he also wanted to think of a way to get one for himself. With his current strength, it wasn't a big problem to enter the top ten, and those who could threaten him were probably just the top three or four people in front of him. Chen Xuan didn't care about martial arts techniques.

  Now that I have a Seven Kills Sword comparable to the Heavenly Grade, and I've only learned three moves so far, with four more left to learn. Not to mention the killer move Starlight Burst, none of which are inferior to the Heavenly Grade. It's not bad to obtain some more Yuanling Dan either. Every time I break through in the future, I'll need a large amount of Yuanling Dan. The martial skills can be left for my family to use, and I'll also prepare some Yuanling Dan to give to them. By then, everyone in the family will have increased their strength, and I'll feel more at ease when I'm outside. Chen Xuan thought to himself.

  The middle-aged man on the high platform looked at all the disciples' performances, paused for a moment, and then spoke again.

  "Now I will distribute the numbers for this competition, each person can only take one, and there is a number on each token, which corresponds to yourself. The second round will be re-distributed again until the end of the competition."

  As soon as he finished speaking, more than 2,000 small tokens flew out of the middle-aged man's hands and flew towards all the disciples. Each token was controlled with incredible precision, as if it had a mind of its own and flew into the hands of each disciple. Chen Xuan also saw a token flying towards him and reached out to take it down. What kind of control power could achieve such precise distribution? Even if he used his full strength to mobilize his soul's power, he couldn't do it. His soul was already very powerful, but compared to the middle-aged man, it was like a strong man comparing strength with a child - there was no comparison to be made. Chen Xuan took a look at the number on his token: 500, an integer. So his opponent would be 1000. In just a few breaths' time, all the disciples had received a token in their hands.

  Just as all the disciples received their token numbers, hundreds of arenas in the middle of the square rose up with a beam of light, illuminating each arena within a light screen, possibly to protect the venue from damage. On the edge of each arena stood a supervising judge responsible for recording the contestants' records.

  "Alright, the match is about to begin. Number one and two thousand four hundred will go to platform one, number two and two thousand three hundred ninety-nine will go to platform two,"... The man on the high platform quickly called out the numbers one by one, and the disciples on the high platform all rushed

  Floating down from the high platform, they all walked beyond their own arena. In this round, Chen Xuan didn't get on the stage. Every round has 100 matches, and Chen Xuan estimated that he would have to wait until the fifth round. Each of his disciples handed over the token to the supervisor when they stepped onto the arena, taking it back as the next selection number.

  On the hundred or so arenas, two people stood on each one, some had already started exchanging blows. This time, the disciples who came to participate in the competition didn't have any outstanding features, they were all at the later stages of their spiritual martial arts training. On each arena, fists and feet flew back and forth, various spiritual instruments danced up and down, some disciples were defeated without even going through a few rounds, while others fought evenly matched battles that were hard to separate. However, it didn't matter, as the competition also had a time limit, set at half an hour, if they couldn't determine a winner, the side with the most abundant remaining spiritual energy would win, this was also done for fairness sake.

  Below, Chen Xuan felt that there was nothing to see, and thought that watching a group of children fighting was the same as his current strength had already surpassed the spiritual martial realm by a lot. Seeing some late-stage spiritual martial arts competitions again, the whole field was full of flaws, and only higher-level opponents were attractive to Chen Xuan. Such battles could absorb a lot of experience from Chen Xuan. It seemed that the host intentionally arranged for the late-stage spiritual martial artists to compete together this time. There wasn't even one strong player, let alone Dafeng's senior brother. Maybe it was intentional.

  The first round of the competition ended quickly, and the winning side returned to their high platform once again. The losing side was eliminated, meaning that at least one ordinary disciple would be eliminated today. The second round of the competition began immediately after, with Lian Shanjun selecting four disciples to go down and compete.

  "Shi Men Zhu, this year your Dan Xuan Gate has produced quite a few good disciples. Any one of them will have a boundless future," said the man sitting on the highest platform to a man in his thirties;

  "Huang brother, can you see which disciple is more outstanding this year? I don't know what predictions Huang brother has for this competition, and who will finally get the championship," said Shi Zhongshan, the master of Danxuan Gate.

  "I still think highly of Qian Kun, I think his current strength is already close to the True Martial Realm. At that time, your Dan Xuan Gate will have another core disciple, right?" - Huang Cheng, Lord of Huang City

  The master of Dan Xuan Gate smiled mysteriously and didn't respond.

  The second round of the competition was much more intense than the first, with several disciples being carried out in the end, all of whom were injured. The winning disciples also had several injuries, and it seemed to be a narrow victory. The second round ended quickly as well.

  It wasn't until the third round that a disciple of Half-Step True Martial appeared. This time, it wasn't Dafeng's senior brother, but his strength was also not to be underestimated.

  Chen Xuan also paid attention to the match below, the tenth arena attracted Chen Xuan's gaze. The two opponents, one holding a long sword with a strong sword intent emanating from his body, while the other held a long sword in his left hand, but the scabbard was extremely thin, likely a soft sword. Both were skilled swordsmen, and Chen Xuan was drawn to them by the sword intent they emitted. Not only did it attract Chen Xuan's gaze, but most of the onlookers' attention was focused on this arena.

  "Isn't that Left-Handed Sword Deng Chao? The one opposite him seems to be Fast Sword Sheng Gang. How did they end up fighting each other? Deng Chao's left-handed sword moves like a ghost, unpredictable and hard to grasp the trajectory of his sword. And Sheng Gang is famous for his fast sword, it's said that his sword is so fast it's unbelievable. Once he killed someone, the opponent didn't even see him draw his sword, their head had already flown off, and they died without knowing how Sheng Gang's sword was drawn. The two people on the field both have intense fighting spirit in their eyes;"

  Deng Chao slowly drew out his sword with his left hand, slender and long, the long sword pointing to the sky. "Today, let's see who has the faster sword. I know you've had a rare encounter and obtained this 'Fast Sword' technique, while my Phantom Sword is also focused on speed. Today, we'll settle this once and for all," Deng Chao said as he drew out his long sword.

  "I've been wanting to have a battle with you for a long time, your Ghost Sword was also obtained through a rare encounter, right? Besides the Great Master of various peaks, only you are worthy of my sword," said Sheng Gang.

  "Draw your sword," Deng Chao said;

  "When it's time to draw swords, I will draw swords", come on then!

  "Then I won't be polite," Deng Chao's long sword disappeared like a ghost, and even his figure followed, as if dissolving into the air.

  "Your Netherworld Swordsmanship can conceal your figure, but the aura on you is still present. Your strength isn't enough to be soundless and traceless."

  Sheng Gang's hand suddenly appeared with a long sword, stabbing towards his left side. A metallic collision sound occurred, and Deng Chao revealed himself from the air.

  "Not bad, I didn't think you'd find the hidden shadow so quickly," Deng Chao said as he walked out of thin air.

  "What a pity that you can't wield the Phantom Sword Technique to its true potential, your strength is too low. Let me show you my Quick Sword Style,"

  Sheng Gang's long sword transformed into a long rainbow, and with the speed of lightning, it swiftly arrived at Deng Chao's chest. Fast, unable to be described by the word "fast", in half a breath, the long sword reached Deng Chao's chest. Chen Xuan on the high platform was also attracted by this sword, his own Wind Slasher specialized in speed, but he didn't expect Sheng Gang's Speed Sword to be so fast. In that instant, the ghostly sword of Deng Chao transformed into a ghostly talisman, welcoming Sheng Gang's fatal blow. The intense collision sound caused both parties to retreat over ten steps, but this time, Deng Chao was clearly at a disadvantage. He retreated over twenty steps before stabilizing himself.

  "Your swift swordsmanship is indeed powerful, but wanting to defeat me with just speed is still impossible," Deng Chao shouted and his figure vanished, this time even his aura disappeared cleanly.