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On the enormous Martial Arts Practice Field, there were a hundred high platforms lined up in a single line. From time to time, some people would climb up the platform, while others would fall down from it.

Numerous temporary chairs were placed below the stage, and almost all of the students and teachers of Cang Ling Academy were sitting there watching the competition.

"Did you see that, big fatty?" Don't just look at how fat you are, you're the successor to the top 100 families of Heavencraft City. "

A woman covered her mouth and whispered to the person beside her.

"So what? Isn't he still going to be beaten?" Look at the young valley master of the Flying Flower Valley, the eldest young master of the Yue Tang City is also here. The first place will definitely belong to them. "

The lady beside him curled her lips, disdain written all over her face. Hearing the conversation between the two, a man with acne all over his face said in a sour tone,

"For something like the first name, someone with our strength can only imagine. But where do you think our 'New King' is hiding? "

"Alright, alright. Shut up and watch the match in peace. "

Senior Brother Qin, who had once met Lu Ming, unhappily scolded a few of his disciples as he knocked on the chair.

He had personally seen Lu Ming display his might, and in his heart, he held the attitude of watching a joke towards these rumors. However, at this moment, the disciples under his instructor's name were also looking at him in such a manner. This made him unable to help but reprimand them a few times.

But, where did this Lu Ming go? The same question hovered in the minds of many people.

Lu Ming, who was rushing to the training grounds, looked at the stage in a daze. On the stage, he saw Lan Ying, Nangong Li, and even the Fatty Bai were standing on it. But after one battle after another, they still stood there on the platform, not coming down.

"Student, may I ask what is this Freshmen Tournament's rule?"

Lu Ming casually found a place to sit and politely asked the man beside him.

The man turned his gaze away from the stage and looked at Lu Ming suspiciously, "Did you sneak into our Cang Ling Academy without even knowing the rules?"

After the man's rough explanation, Lu Ming finally understood the rules of the Large Competition.

It turned out that the Large Competition this time was different from the previous competitions and had been changed to a challenge system. From platform one to one hundred, the ranking of strength was from high to low. Until the end of the competition, those still standing on the high platform were the top one hundred of the Large Competition.

"What our Cang Ling Academy wants is precisely to stand at the very end. History has always been written by the victors, and only the winners stand at the end. Even if it's a trick, you'll still be the winner! '

It was said that these were the exact words of a certain teacher when a student questioned this system. As for the reason, no one knew.

This was also the most widespread theory in the world of cultivation. For Immortal cultivators, what they cultivated was the Grand Dao of Longevity. What he wanted was not the glory of the moment, but how to get to the end.

In the history of a thousand years, countless geniuses flew past like meteors, then vanished without a trace. On the contrary, some unknown people walked to the end to obtain the Great Dao. Thus, this saying had a huge market in the cultivation world.

After listening to the man's excited repeat, Lu Ming fell into a bit of silence.

'History is written by the victor ', this was true, but the faint trace of retreat in these words made Lu Ming not agree.

Cultivators had to be fearless and fearless! Perhaps it was a path, but that was not Lu Ming's way. Lu Ming's path, was one of being carefree and fearless!

'But, this is a good opportunity for me. It'll save me a lot of trouble.

Lu Ming chuckled, he stood up and rushed towards the stage.

On platform number one, from the beginning of the match, no one dared to go up. Not only because there were too many people eyeing it, but also because of the weight of the 'first name'. After a few overconfident people had been ganged up on, no one dared to stand on top anymore.

Even Lan Ying and the other seeded participants were all fighting for the other high platforms, quietly waiting for the final moment. That was the moment when the true name would be decided.

But now, there was someone who dared to stand on top!

Quite a number of spectators in the martial arts practice field moved upon hearing the news. They all gathered around platform number 1, waiting for someone to take action and knock that 'overconfident' fellow off the platform.

A student who used to be in the same class as Lu Ming asked while pointing at the people on the stage. The few people beside him hurriedly looked over and shouted in disbelief:

"Really! It's really that 'Rookie King' who hasn't appeared for so long! "

The new King Lu Ming who had been hiding for a long time appeared! He had just arrived and he had already gone up to platform number 1!

These two pieces of information instantly engulfed the entire Martial Arts Practice Grounds. The crowd that was originally packed to the brim was now packed with spectators.

"Damn Lu Ming, you're finally willing to come back!"

Beautiful teacher had just finished hosting a competition, and upon hearing the news that Lu Ming had returned, she pursed her lips and smiled, but the obvious cold smile made the students beside them tremble in fear.

"Lu Ming, you're finally back. Just wait for my challenge!"

Nangong Li's sword sent the opposing challenger flying, his eyes full of fighting spirit.

"Lu Ming, just pray for yourself."

This was the thought that had emerged in the minds of many of the freshmen.

"Lu Ming, long time no see."

Lan Ying who was on stage number 2 had just finished meditating, and greeted Lu Ming who was beside him on stage. She knew that Lu Ming would definitely not be so afraid that he would not even dare to participate in the tournament.

"Hello, Sister Lan."

Lu Ming hurried to return the greeting. He was very grateful to the great beauty who helped him reconstruct his Immortal meridians.

"Go for it!"

Lan Ying smiled, her delicate face full of encouragement.

Before Lu Ming could respond, a man walked up the stage and stood in front of Lu Ming.

"Lu Ming, let me expose your true colors today!"