Chapter 104: The Great Comparison Part 12

  A loud and clear crowing sound came from the Misty Mountains, a new day was about to dawn, a new day meant a new beginning. The fiery red sun shone brightly over the entire Misty Mountains, the mist also slowly dispersed, and the Danxuan Gate appeared out of the mist. The entire mountain gate was majestic and towering, with countless courtyards and pavilions standing on each peak. On the large square in the middle of the peaks, some outer disciples were already practicing their martial skills. Chen Xuan also woke up from his meditation state at this time, simply washed and dressed, and walked out of the cave.

  Dozens of people rushed to the venue of yesterday's competition, with a significantly reduced number this time. By the time Chen Xuan and his group arrived, almost everyone was already there. It seemed that every disciple was confident in themselves and determined to win the championship.

  The strong men who came to watch still arrived as scheduled, the competition has been going on for two days, and Chen Xuan still can't see the true face of the strong man on the opposite high platform. The high platform seems to have some kind of formation set up, or everyone's strength has reached a level that these disciples can't understand, they can only see many people sitting on the high platform, and the conversation above is completely isolated from here. Chen Xuan also tried to scan with his divine sense, but as soon as he approached the surroundings of the high platform, he was bounced back, unable to penetrate inside.

  "Today's competition will be a draw, and on the first stage, there is a sign cage with 280 bamboo signs inside. Each one has a number, and the rules are that No. 1 competes against No. 280. Now it's up to your luck. Today's competition can only leave around 50 people, and tomorrow those 50 people will be narrowed down to 20. The final ranking of the 20 people will be decided on the last day. All disciples are now lining up to draw their own numbers from the first sign cage. There are no marks on the bamboo signs, they're all the same, so you don't have to worry that we'll cheat. Whether your opponent is strong or weak depends on your own luck. Today, only 30 stages are open, which means each time there will be 60 people competing. The current time is within one hour, and the time is quite sufficient."

  All the disciples, after hearing what the middle-aged man said, jumped off the high platform and walked towards the No. 1 arena. Chen Xuan did not choose to be too close to the front, but chose a position in the middle, however, there were also many who couldn't wait to walk to the very front, perhaps wanting to draw a good number.

  One by one, the disciples drew their lots and retreated, and in just over a dozen breaths, it was Chen Xuan's turn. Chen Xuan reached into the lot-drawing basket and pulled out a bamboo slip, number twenty. So close to the front, he would be going on stage in the first round. Chen Xuan looked at the bamboo slip in his hand and thought to himself:

  In the time it took to burn a stick of incense, all the disciples had drawn their bamboo slips and now none of them knew who their opponent was. It wasn't until they got to themselves that they found out. At the moment when everyone finished drawing their bamboo slips, the thirty platforms suddenly appeared with another light screen. This time, the area of the platform was also larger, almost three times the sum of the original platforms, compressing one hundred platforms into thirty platforms, which would also make it more convenient for the participating disciples to play out their skills.

  "I suppose you all know your numbers by now, so there's no need to announce them. The rest of the time is up to you. Number one will go straight to the first arena, number 280 will also go to the first arena, and so on. You all know your own arena numbers by now. Let the competition begin!" the middle-aged man shouted loudly.

  A disciple jumped onto the first arena, not knowing whether he had drawn No. 1 or No. 280. Another disciple also jumped onto the first arena, and someone else jumped onto the second arena. Chen Xuan walked all the way to the twentieth arena and jumped up, waiting for his opponent. After a few breaths, another person appeared on the twentieth arena, and it was unclear whether it was a coincidence or an intentional arrangement. This time, Chen Xuan's opponent turned out to be Ling Feng from Douling Peak.

  The enemy met face to face, and the eyes were exceptionally red. At the moment when Lingfeng jumped onto the stage, his eyes were filled with hatred. His own face had been lost by Chen Xuan, and this time, it seemed that heaven was giving him another chance to punish him well. Yesterday, the Peak Master had already issued an order: whoever defeated Chen Xuan would be able to obtain ten Cihua Dan, which was almost as good as the champion's reward. It was unknown why the Peak Master wanted to give such a big reward for intercepting Chen Xuan, but even without these rewards, Lingfeng still wanted to torture this kid well today. His Yuanshui sword had been damaged, and today he would use Chen Xuan's blood to repay him. At the moment when Lingfeng stepped onto the stage, he had already made many plans in his heart, thinking about how to torture Chen Xuan next.

  Chen Xuan was taken aback when he saw that his opponent was Ling Feng. He thought to himself, "I've had a lot of dealings with this guy since I entered the Dan Xuan Gate." Looking at Ling Feng's hateful gaze, Chen Xuan thought, "He must be here for revenge today." Chen Xuan wondered silently, "I destroyed his Yu Shui sword, I wonder if he has any other powerful artifacts to use this time."

  "You little beast, last time at Douling Peak you ran fast, today I'll see where you run to. Today I'm going to thoroughly trample you, this little mongrel, and let you know the consequences of offending me, Ling Feng. I will make you regret being born into this world."

  Chen Xuan's killing intent was revealed, this Ling Feng is really asking for death, daring to insult him. That day, he fought you to a draw and couldn't defeat you, but today his strength has increased several dozen times over, yet you still dare to provoke me, Chen Xuan thought to himself as he stood in place.

  "I'd like to see how you'll bully me, Ling Feng. You rely on your grandfather's protection and go around bullying men and women everywhere. Today, I'll help these disciples who have been bullied by you vent their anger," said Chen Xuan.

  "How dare you lecture me! Today, I'll smash your mouth and make you kneel down to beg for mercy. From now on, you won't be able to hold your head up high!" Ling Feng said with a loud guffaw.

  "Ignorance, foolishness," Chen Xuan said directly.

  "You little beast, accept your death! Ling Feng took out a top-grade spiritual artifact from his ring, another long sword. This is a top-grade spiritual artifact that my grandfather re-refined for me. Today, I will use this artifact to make you the first sacrifice, Ice Seal Thousand Miles!" Ling Feng shouted in a low voice, and the temperature around the arena suddenly dropped by over ten degrees, with a layer of frost appearing on the ground, its power increased by about two times compared to when he was at Douling Peak.

  No wonder Lingfeng came up and wanted to crush Chen Xuan, it seems that the improvement of his strength was also given by his grandfather's elixir, which allowed him to improve so much in such a short time. When Lingfeng made this move, Chen Xuan saw that Lingfeng's strength had increased greatly.

  "Even if your strength has increased a lot, wanting to defeat me with this bit of strength is wishful thinking," Chen Xuan said with a smile.

  Let you taste my Four Symbols Formation! As soon as I finished speaking, four Chen Xuans appeared on the stage, exactly the same, with identical voices and faces. They surrounded Ling Feng in the middle, forming a cycle of four directions. Chen Xuan also let out a low shout, and a huge millstone appeared, grinding towards Ling Feng in the middle. The sound of "zila zila" came from the stage, and some disciples who had not yet participated in the competition looked over.

  "How is it this move again, and four people are acting at the same time, with a power comparable to that of four late-stage Lingwu masters acting at the same time. It seems that this time, Lingfeng will be in a precarious situation," said one of the disciples looking towards the arena.

  "What a pity that this Lin Feng is not living up to his potential. With such a great grandfather providing him with unlimited elixirs, teaching him the best cultivation techniques, and training him in the most superior martial skills, he still only has the strength of a half-step True Martial artist. His realm might still be at the mid-stage of Spiritual Martial arts. It's all thanks to the elixirs that he was able to reach the half-step True Martial stage. Unfortunately, I don't have such a grandfather. If I had received the same treatment as Lin Feng, I'm afraid I would have already broken through to the True Martial realm."

  "This is fate, we don't have a good background, can only diligently cultivate, people's fates are different, this Ling Feng is also unlucky, how did he run into this jinx, I'd rather run into the Great Master of the 16th Peak than him, running into the Great Master of the 16th Peak would be an honorable defeat, but if we lose to a newly entered disciple like him, our face will be completely lost," said one of the older disciples.

  "My thoughts are the same, every time you fight, you find that Chen Xuan uses a different martial skill each time, and it's unknown how many skills he has. So far, no one has forced him to use his second move, always defeating with just one move. I don't know if Ling Feng can force Chen Xuan to use his strongest power, we also want to see what his trump card is," said another disciple.