Chapter 103: The Great Comparison (11)

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  Four figures stood on the platform, standing in the four directions of east, south, west and north, surrounding Sheng Gang in the middle. No matter which Chen Xuan Sheng Gang attacked, he would be attacked by the other three. Sheng Gang's hand holding the sword began to sweat coldly. "I won't lose, I, Sheng Gang, will definitely enter the top ten," Sheng Gang comforted himself.

  "What kind of body technique is this, that can actually split into multiple shadows without dispersing? Your strength has already surpassed the water level of Lingwu's peak, but your spiritual power is still at the water level of Lingqi's peak. What's going on?" Sheng Gang asked.

  "You're not even worthy of knowing my origins, what you said is right, my spiritual power has indeed surpassed the peak of Spiritual Martial Arts. You should just admit defeat and spare yourself the embarrassment later," one of the Chen Xuan's spoke up;

  "Want me to admit defeat? Haha," Sheng Gang laughed three times, then bring out your skills.

  Sheng Gang had just calmed his restless mind and began to stare at the four Chen Xuans in front of, behind, left, and right of him, searching for a weak point. Among these four people, only one was the real body. As long as he found that person's true form, he would still have a chance. Sheng Gang looked at the four people, trying to find any clues. Sheng Gang started to sweat nervously, "Can't wait any longer, Quick Sword Technique, get out!" The long sword in Sheng Gang's hand transformed into four swords that attacked the four Chen Xuans on the scene simultaneously. Sheng Gang wanted to attack all four people at once and see if he could find Chen Xuan's true body. The four swords attacked the four Chen Xuans simultaneously.

  "Looking for death? Then I'll fulfill your wish, give you the chance to admit defeat. If you don't want it, then I'll beat you until you do," four Chen Xuan's fists, all surpassing intermediate level, punched out at the same time, gathering together in mid-air and finally transforming into a gigantic fist the size of a house, smashing towards the central Sheng Gang. Chen Xuan intended to crush Sheng Gang to death with his fist;

  Sheng Gang's long sword slashed out countless swords on Chen Xuan's massive fist, but still couldn't stop the giant fist from falling. With a loud crash, the arena was smashed into a several-meter-deep pit by the huge fist, and Sheng Gang had already been knocked unconscious by Chen Xuan's punch, lying in the pit, his long sword also fell far away. "With this little strength, you still dare to challenge me? Consider yourself lucky that I didn't kill you," Chen Xuan said to Sheng Gang, who was lying in the pit.

  The referee next to him was already frightened and hid far away, Chen Xuan was too overbearing, directly knocking out Sheng Gang with his fists, without any fancy moves, just using brute force. The referee quickly declared Chen Xuan's victory, and Chen Xuan returned to the high platform, followed by the next round of competition.

  On the high platform, some disciples who were watching the match couldn't believe their eyes. Chen Xuan's shadow not only didn't disperse but also had an attacking effect. "What kind of martial skill is this? Some disciples can't understand it at all; Sheng Gang was defeated just like that, without even having the ability to resist," a disciple muttered to himself.

  "This is at least a top-grade Earth-level martial skill, only top-grade Earth-level skills can achieve this," said an older qualified disciple.

  The master of Douling Peak, who was sitting on the high platform, also narrowed his eyes, as if he had miscalculated something. "Could it be that Yi Sheng knew that Chen Xuan would definitely make it to the top ten and deliberately made a bet with me? If that's really the case, I'm afraid I'll be at a disadvantage this time. However, it's impossible for him to enter the top ten; if he can just hold on tomorrow, that would be good enough," Li Jinshan thought to himself.

  Some of the other elders also had a hint of a smile on their faces. "This young man is quite interesting," one of the elders said.

  "This year, Danxuan Gate has produced many excellent disciples. Danxuan Gate will surely shine again, and when that time comes, please take care of us small families," said the patriarch of a small family who was invited to watch the competition.

  "The head of the Wu family is being polite," said an elder politely, but not showing any politeness at all. He didn't put these small families in his eyes at all. It was the master's intention to invite them to watch this time, otherwise the heads of these small families wouldn't have the qualifications to come to Danxuanmen to watch the competition of the inner disciples; it seems that our Danxuanmen is going to make a big move this time.

  The third round of matches has ended, and all the senior brothers from the Sixteen Peaks have advanced to the next round. Even some of the stronger senior brothers didn't even fight back and directly admitted defeat. The four people from the Fourth Hall also emerged victorious, and there are still many Half-Step True Martial artists left. The remaining ones with the lowest strength are all at the Spiritual Martial Peak level, and those at the mid and late stages of Spiritual Martial have completely disappeared. There are also some old-timers who are still at the Spiritual Martial Peak level, and judging from their age, they are already over 30 years old. It seems that it will be very difficult for them to break through to True Martial in this lifetime. Perhaps they also want to take advantage of this opportunity to obtain the Creation Pill to increase their chances of breaking through to True Martial. As long as there is a glimmer of hope, these people will not give up. There are nearly 300 people left, and there are still three rounds of matches remaining.

  All the arenas have been cleaned up, and the middle-aged man comes out again, looking at the disciples on the high platform in their twenties: "There are still three rounds of competition next, but each round will only have 50 matches. I won't say much nonsense, after today's match tomorrow will be held in a draw, everyone will draw their own opponent, just look at your own luck. Now I'm issuing the last number card, the rules are the same as before, No. 1 vs. No. 300."

  A middle-aged man threw all the three hundred numbered plates in his hand to the remaining three hundred disciples, and each person received a number plate again. Chen Xuan stretched out his hand to catch the flying number plate, sixty-eight, which was his second appearance on stage. He didn't know who his opponent would be this time, but as long as it wasn't one of the top-ranked players, he could defeat them with one move. Chen Xuan was very confident now, and since killing two true martial artists, the power of the spiritual martial artist had begun to fade from his sight. His gaze looked even further away, and now the strong spiritual martial artists were hard to pose any threat to Chen Xuan. However, it did not rule out some super freaks. Although the spiritual martial artist was a very powerful existence in some small places, when placed among these large family clans and sects, they were all bottom-of-the-barrel existences. Only by reaching the true martial artist realm could one gain the right to speak.

  The Danxuan Gate has tens of millions of disciples, while the Lingwu Realm has around 5,000 to 6,000 disciples. As for the true transmission disciples, there are only over a thousand people. The Holy Son Chen Xuan is not very clear about this yet, but he has heard from others that the Holy Sons of Danxuan Gate will not exceed a hundred people. The gap between each realm is so great that every Holy Son can participate in the affairs of the sect and interfere with its internal politics. A single Holy Son can even establish a small family, but these are things that Chen Xuan cannot touch for now.

  The first round of the competition began soon, with only fifty arenas having matches. The venue was much more spacious than before. After half an hour of competition, all fifty matches ended, leaving less than fifty people to advance to the next round. Some contestants had a same-destroying style, ending up injuring each other and being unable to participate in tomorrow's match. The second round began again, with Chen Xuan participating this time on the middle arena. He handed his number plate to the judge and stepped onto the arena. His opponent also quickly arrived at the arena. This time, it was a Lingwu peak-level expert, not yet reaching the Half-Step True Martial level. As soon as he landed, he discovered that his opponent was Chen Xuan.

  "Senior brother, I admit defeat," the young man directly reported three words and laughed at himself, "Even Sheng Gang, who is only half a step away from true martial arts, was defeated by you. Am I not asking for trouble?"

  "Alright," Chen Xuan said with a hint of politeness, the judge announced the result, and Chen Xuan also entered tomorrow's draw match. Yesterday's and today's matches were just warm-ups to eliminate some low-level disciples, but they still had to participate. Tomorrow's match was the real big competition, when the remaining hundred or so people would have the qualification to compete for the championship.

  Today's competition has reached the late afternoon, with only one round left. After this round, the disciples who pass will enter tomorrow's competition. The last round of reporting has also been completed, and this time all the disciples did not give up or admit defeat. Chen Xuan saw that even Qian Kun's opponent did not give up on this match, perhaps with a hint of luck in his heart.

  The fifty rounds of competition ended without any suspense, and all sixteen masters from the first peak advanced to tomorrow's competition. The four disciples from the fourth peak also entered tomorrow's competition. Only a dozen or so disciples from Lian Shan Peak entered tomorrow's competition, with only a few being Ling Wu Dian Feng, while the others were half-step Zhen Wu. Dou Ling Peak still had thirty-odd disciples left, and Chong Hai Peak was roughly the same, with other peaks having ten to twenty-odd disciples left.

  "Today's match has come to an end, tomorrow at this time, the remaining disciples will participate in the final match," said the middle-aged man.

  After finishing, a group of people flew away, leaving behind more than 100 people;

  "We'd better go back too," someone said, and the dozen or so people left all turned around and headed back.

  Half a time of an hour later, Chen Xuan and his group all returned to their own caves, waiting for the arrival of tomorrow.