Chapter 133: This Guy’s Luck is Incredible, the Final Battle is Approaching!
The second stage ended. Thirty-three remained, with Tai Xuan Sect holding nineteen spots, a clear advantage. Thus, without needing to consider the three extra participants, Wanxiang Pavilion ruled on the spot that Tai Xuan Sect had met the second condition.
The next crucial point was the fight for the top position.
“Tai Xuan Sect is really strong, maintaining such an advantage despite the alliance of the other two sects!”
“Indeed, although luck played a part, avoiding many internal battles, strength was key.”
“It’s surprising how much stronger Tai Xuan Sect’s geniuses have become in just a few months, while the other two sects seem stagnant.”
“It looks like Tai Xuan Sect will definitely advance this time!”
“Our Tianling Prefecture is about to have a first-rate grand sect!”
In the stands, discussions buzzed with excitement, as if they could already see Wanxiang Pavilion announcing the results.
Tai Xuan Sect disciples cheered in joy.
“With Senior Brother Han Luoyu, there’s no need to worry about the top spot!”
“Exactly, go Senior Brother Han!”
On the high platform, sect leaders smiled as Yuan Cang announced the end.
The first step was completed, at least.
“Next, we might face each other. Senior Brother Lin, if I meet you, I’ll just surrender,” one disciple joked.
“Sure, I’ll save my energy then,” Lin replied, laughing.
The disciples felt relaxed and confident, thinking victory was assured.
Meng Changqing, however, glanced towards Flame Sun Valley, noticing their unexpected calmness.
“It seems they have another plan,” he mused.
“Not bad for someone I made a bet with! You’ve come this far!” Mo Xiaoyu’s eyes sparkled with battle intent as she looked at Meng Changqing. “With the second condition met, I hope we face each other next!”
“Eager to be my friend?” Meng Changqing teased.
“You!” Mo Xiaoyu pouted. “I’m going to win and make you call me Senior Sister!”
As the fourth stage began, Meng Changqing got a bye.
“Looks like we won’t meet. But you better win, or I’ll outrank you,” Meng Changqing taunted.
“You bad guy!” Mo Xiaoyu fumed, clenching her small fists.
But soon her attention shifted — her opponent was Duanmu Longque!
Their battle was fierce as expected, but Mo Xiaoyu’s lower cultivation level and less refined true essence made her techniques less powerful. She lost after a hundred moves, a commendable performance considering no one else lasted more than five moves against Duanmu Longque. She even put him in danger several times.
Returning, Mo Xiaoyu ran to Mo Shukuang and cried quietly.
Seeing this, Meng Changqing decided to delay his promise.
No rush — his current strength was enough for the Three Sect Martial Arts Tournament. He didn’t need the innate sword body urgently.
Surprisingly, Meng Changqing received byes in both the fifth and sixth stages, causing Mo Xiaoyu, watching through her tears, to cry out in frustration.
“This guy’s luck is incredible! He’s in the top three!” a Meng family member exclaimed. “Actually, he’s guaranteed second!”
Indeed, with Han Luoyu and Duanmu Longque drawn to fight, Meng Changqing was assured of second place.
“His luck is unbelievable, reaching second without a fight!” The crowd marveled, though they felt his strength was strong but not top-tier, probably around tenth.
Now, he was unexpectedly second!
“Yes, this luck is incredible, three byes in a row, unheard of!”
“Well, it doesn’t matter. We’re here to see Han Luoyu and Duanmu Longque. The others aren’t important!”
“Exactly!”
Everyone nodded, turning their attention away from Meng Changqing.