C31

Dawn always arrived extremely quickly. In the blink of an eye, morning arrived.

Yang Li's identity token had sent out another message. When he opened his eyes, he discovered that it was a notification from the Large Competition.

"All disciples that have participated in the competition, quickly head to the battling grounds. Those that have not arrived at the time are deemed to have given up!"

Yang Li stood up and walked towards the martial stage. There were less people going to the martial stage today, and some of the disciples that were eliminated had already begun their closed doors cultivation.

It was just a matter of time before they arrived. One of the people next to Yin He asked: "Are all three hundred disciples present?"

When the person heard this, he closed his eyes and nodded.

Yin Fang immediately stood up and said, "All three hundred participating disciples are present. Now, announce the competition method!"

"Three hundred disciples are divided into ten groups, with thirty people in each group! The group battles one by one. The top 10 winners will be the top 100 in the Large Competition! That is to say, each of you will have to experience 29 battles! Does everyone understand! "

"Understood!" The participating disciple replied in unison.

"Alright, the new grouping information is in your tokens and should be sent to your own arena area without delay!" After a quarter of an hour, the Large Competition will officially begin! "

"Yes sir!"

The disciples in the arena all rushed to their respective arenas. Compared to yesterday, there were thousands more seats on the arenas, and the participating disciples also divided the arenas and fruits that contained spirit energy for the participating disciples to eat.

Yin Fang had been standing the entire time, and after seeing that all of the disciples had basically arrived, he raised his voice and said, "The battle information has been distributed according to the number of each disciple, and is sent to each disciple's identity plate. Please remember the battle information in your own identity plate, if you delay the match, if you do not participate, you will be directly eliminated!"

"Every person has to fight ten matches every day. The contestants who win by zero every day will be directly eliminated from the competition!"

After Yang Li heard this, he looked at his identity plate: Group D, Number 4, fourth match, against Group D, Number 27: Feng Yang. It's a blue word disciple. "

Group D's strength was quite strong and there were several purple and gold word disciples, Lin Lang. As for the blue and grey word disciples, they were simply not within Yang Li's consideration.

Even to the extent that he only took a look at the ranking in the last competition and did not pay too much attention to it.

His only opponent was Lin Lang.

"Next, all of the disciples who have participated in the first round, get on the stage quickly. The Large Competition shall officially begin!"

Following Yin Fang's order, the participating disciples all displayed their movement techniques, some were like phantoms, some were leaping, and some were walking leisurely towards the arena. Immediately, the entire martial arena was filled with cheers.

The first match of Group D was between a Purple Character disciple and a Gray Character disciple. The Gray Character disciple had conceded after sending out a few symbolic spirit techniques. There was a sudden hiss, but he didn't seem to mind and directly left the stage.

Seeing this scene, Yang Li's evaluation of him was actually a little higher, because he knew that fighting forcefully against an opponent would only cause him to consume his spirit energy faster. He might as well save some spirit energy and use it to fight against an opponent that was on par with him and win over his ranking.

The second battle was between two Gray Character Disciples, both at the second level of the Blood Tempering stage. They fought back and forth for hundreds of moves, and from time to time, intense spirit energy fluctuations would erupt from the arena.

The third battle was between a Blue and Gray word disciple. The entire process of the Gray word disciple being suppressed was not worth watching at all.

However, when the disciples below saw this competition, the discussion became even more heated.

"Mo Xue was only ranked 67th last time right? But according to the strength that he has displayed, he is completely comparable to the purple word disciple! "

"Moreover, this Mo Xue has advanced at an extremely fast speed. Last time, he was only at the early stage of the second level of the Blood Tempering Stage. Now, he is already at the middle stage of the third level."

"That's right, that's right, and this is only a normal fight. He definitely has more cards up his sleeves, so he might even be able to compete with the golden word disciple this time."

"Not only does he have a trump card, he also has a 'Purple' disciple. Moreover, there are only ten spots for the 'Gold' disciple. How could he be so easy to get his hands on? Just continue watching."

As the disciples' voices gradually weakened, the last trump card that erupted from the arena, the grey robed disciple, was easily broken through by Mo Xue. He was then blasted off the arena with a single strike, and the battle was completely over.

Just then, Yang Li's identity badge fluctuated, and a message came: "Group D, Number 4, Yang Li, against Group D, Number 27, Feng Yang, please quickly rush to the fighting arena to participate in the competition, if you are not there for a quarter of an hour, you will be deemed to have given up."

After Yang Li felt the aura, he slowly walked up the arena. As for Feng Yang, he used his movement technique and floated up to the arena like a cool breeze.

Seeing the way the two of them were going on stage, the disciples in the arena, who had originally wanted to take advantage of the match to see Feng Yang's strength, shook their heads in disappointment.

The contrast between the two was extremely clear. If all the disciples in the combat preparation area thought this way, then the disciples below didn't think much of Yang Li.

"I feel like this Yang Li is definitely going to lose. His manner of appearance is so terrible." A disciple said confidently.

"I think so too. A gray disciple and a blue disciple. Not to mention that Feng Yang was ranked 58th in the previous competition. This competition is going to be a crushing victory again."

"Don't just look at the way they appeared. Their spirit energy levels are powerful enough. If a martial practitioner at the first level of the Blood Tempering Stage were to fight a martial practitioner at the third level of the Blood Tempering Stage, they would probably admit defeat."

"That's right, even rank 67 like Mo Xue is so strong. Even if Feng Yang's improvement isn't as big as his, but he must have improved. He might even be stronger than Mo Xue!"

"The results haven't come out yet and no one knows. What if this Yang Li is the dark horse? "I think it's better to just watch. The name Yang Li was really popular a while ago."

"I've heard about the matter you mentioned, but can a Qi Accumulating Realm battle be compared to a Blood Tempering Realm martial artist? It's hard to even reach a single level higher in the Blood Tempering Realm, let alone two levels higher. "

Yang Li didn't mind the discussion he heard below, and Feng Yang was also very calm. He didn't even look at Yang Li as he lowered his head to think about his own matters.

Seeing the two people on stage, the referee announced, "The match begins!"

Feng Yang lifted his head and lazily said, "Junior brother, should you admit defeat or should I beat you down?"

"Senior's words are a bit too much. We haven't fought yet, how do you know that I will lose?" Yang Li smiled and replied to Feng Yang.

Hearing Yang Li's words, a hint of disdain flashed in Feng Yang's eyes as he said: "Junior brother, you must be careful. Senior brother, if your attacks are too heavy, please take responsibility. However, bullying the little is not appropriate. Junior brother, you can make the first move."

"Alright senior apprentice-brother, then junior apprentice-brother won't be polite." When Yang Li heard Feng Yang's words, his smile became even wider. Feng Yang's first few words had been completely ignored by him. He had never thought that he would be defeated.

As he finished speaking, Yang Li took out the supine phoenix spear and casually said, "Senior Apprentice Brother, be careful. Junior Apprentice Brother is about to make his move."

"Okay okay, I understand. Junior, quickly help out." Although Feng Yang still had a lazy look, the spiritual energy in his body quietly revolved.

Yang Li smiled faintly again as a blurry shadow appeared and appeared behind Feng Yang. The spear that contained a powerful Spiritual Energy pierced towards the center of Feng Yang's back suddenly with a violent aura.

Feeling the strength of Yang Li's attack, Feng Yang was immediately shocked. He hurriedly formed a thick barrier, barely able to block this attack and was forced back several steps.

Feng Yang squinted his eyes and held onto the sword hilt hanging on his waist. He said with a deep voice: "Junior brother has hidden it very deeply. Then, Senior brother, I will see your skills again!" Snow Wind Sword Technique, One Sword Soaked Winter Snow! "

Feng Yang suddenly pulled out his sword, and the sword was filled with a biting cold aura, like winter, cold and bone-piercing. A ray of silver white light seemed to slowly chop towards Yang Li, and suddenly pierced through.

The disciples below were in an uproar. Yang Li actually didn't resist in the slightest and thought that Yang Li had been killed.

"This fool, he actually wasn't able to block it!" This is great, someone has died! " A disciple said with a sigh.

"Wait, look behind Feng Yang!" A disciple with extremely good eyesight discovered Yang Li.

"What Feng Yang's spirit technique pierced through is his afterimage!" When the other disciple saw this, he was even more shocked.

And it was exactly as they said. Feng Yang also felt it. What he pierced was only an afterimage. At that time, above him, there was a sudden feeling of danger. Feng Yang's entire body quivered and he directly raised his sword without any hesitation.

However, a roaring fire dragon, like a spirit that had been angered by a mortal, emerged from the front of his body with a tyrannical aura, ferociously smashing into his body.

"Flame God Spear Art, Rising Flame Dragon!"

Feng Yang felt the aura of Yang Li's spirit technique and felt an irresistible sense of powerlessness, but he still didn't give up.

"Snow Wind Sword Technique, Sword Melting the Snow Wind!"

Feng Yang immediately used his most powerful technique in an attempt to break through the attack. The sword flashed with a cold light, giving off a chilling aura. The chill shot out in all directions as if it wanted to freeze everything it saw and slowly welcome Yang Li's attack.

However, the results that followed left everyone astonished.

Feng Yang's spirit technique was swallowed up by Yang Li's fire dragon. The remaining momentum did not decrease at all as it ruthlessly slammed into Feng Yang's body. Feng Yang was sent flying several meters away and collapsed onto the ground.

Yang Li's figure followed closely behind, and just as Feng Yang landed on the ground, the spearhead of the crouching Phoenix Spear was pointed at his neck.

Feng Yang felt the aura on the spear in front of him and bitterly smiled. He sighed and said: "I was arrogant and underestimated my junior brother. I admit defeat."

Finished speaking, Feng Yang slowly closed his eyes and a desolate aura emanated from his body.

This match made him sad. After bitterly cultivating for a year, he lost to someone whose cultivation level was two levels lower than his. This made him extremely unwilling, but he could do nothing about it.

Hearing Feng Yang admit defeat, Yang Li put away his spear and turned his head to look at the referee. He calmly asked, "Elder, can you announce the result?"

As the referee heard Yang Li's words, he seemed to wake up from a dream and awkwardly nodded.

Then he walked to the center of the arena and announced loudly: "Group D, late stage fourth level of the Blood Tempering Stage Yang Li against the late stage twenty-seven of the third level of the Blood Tempering Stage Yang Li. The winner is Yang Li!"

This was a sign of the referee's approval towards Yang Li, as well as the referee's shock.

Two levels above his cultivation level, yet he defeated his opponent in two moves. Moreover, he only used one technique! It was an instant kill!

Below the arena, many disciples' mouths were wide open. Their eyes were filled with shock and disbelief. Everyone found it hard to believe, but the result was right there.

Only after the referee elder announced the result did many people awaken from their stupor.

Although this match was extremely intense, to the point where everyone had only used two moves, it was deeply engraved in their minds.

This match was even more exciting than they had imagined!

After Yang Li heard the results, he immediately turned around and walked down the arena, returning to the arena.

However, he secretly thought to himself, "I originally thought that I could defeat him without using any spirit techniques. Now that I think about it, I think that the blue-clothed disciple was too underestimating him."

"Forget it, let's continue training." Yang Li closed his eyes and continued with his cultivation, completely ignoring the gazes and discussions of others.