Chapter 31: Momentum Like Breaking Bamboo (Part 1)
Xuantian's scabbard was pressed against Fan Hong's heart, if Xuantian had a sword in his hand, this one sword would be enough to pierce Fan Hong's heart, and he would die with one blow.
Fan Hong conceded defeat, Xuan Tian sheathed his sword and said: "Elder Fan Hong, thank you for yielding."
Fan Hong let out a sigh, his eyes regaining their focus. "Huang Tian, your swordsmanship is mysterious and unpredictable, with techniques as cunning as those of the demonic sword Li Yi Chang. Among all the outer sect disciples, I've only seen such skills from him. With your abilities, you definitely have a chance to enter the top ten and compete with Li Yi Chang. Losing to you wouldn't be unjust...not unjust at all..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Fan Hong's gloomy expression disappeared, and he jumped down from the stage directly, leaving it.
The disciples under the stage exploded again.
Xuantian thrust out a sword and forced Fan Hong to retreat two steps. In just fifteen swords, he forced Fan Hong from the center of the arena to the edge of the arena.
The sixteenth move, Fan Hong retreated with no way to retreat, and forcibly blocked Xuan Tian's sword. As a result, he was stabbed in the heart by Xuan Tian's sword and defeated at his hands.
The 10th rank of the Martial Path, with only 32 outer door disciples in total. Each and every one of them is a giant among the outer door disciples, possessing extraordinary strength and being an existence that other outer door disciples look up to.
However, he was defeated by Xuan Tian with just sixteen moves, and what's more, Xuan Tian's sword had not even left its scabbard, using only about half of his strength!
How can this result not shock all of you disciples?
Half of his strength, this is just a guess among the disciples, Xuan Tian's whole person is like a deep sea, how much strength he really showed, others can't see it, only he himself knows.
Not only the ordinary outer disciples, but also the elite disciples who had cultivated to the seventh, eighth and ninth levels, even the top disciples who had cultivated to the tenth level, all showed a look of shock on their faces, with eyes that were filled with incredulity.
Defeated Fan Hong did not have the slightest hint of despair or resentment, it can be seen that in this battle, he was defeated by Xuan Tian with a willing heart and without feeling ashamed.
Because, with his peers among the giant disciples, encountering Xuan Tian would only result in the same outcome. It's not that Fan Hong's strength was too low, but rather Xuan Tian's strength was too high.
Far away!
In Zhang Long's eyes, an excited light flashed, his fighting spirit soared, and he silently recited in his heart: "Indeed, it's getting more and more interesting. This kid really has some skills. Huang Tian, you can last a few more rounds, but in the end, fall into my hands and let me finish you off personally."
Bai Zhanhe's eyes widened in surprise as he gazed at Xuan Tian from afar, his heart racing with astonishment. "This kid has actually succeeded in cultivating the Pre-Heavenly Technique! This is the most difficult technique to cultivate among all the Yellow Stage techniques. Even Chu Feng, my senior brother, gave up after a period of time. Could it be that our Tianjian Sect will produce another genius who can cultivate the Pre-Heavenly Technique to the Great Completion realm after Ling Zu? Unfortunately, he's already almost 15 years old and his cultivation is only at the 8th level of the Martial Path, which is still far behind Chu Feng. Compared to Ling Zu, it's even more distant. But to be able to cultivate the Pre-Heavenly Technique, he's truly a freak."
Yang Dingjun gazed at Xuan Tian from afar, his face a somber mask, with a hint of fiery anger burning in his eyes. By his side stood numerous elite disciples of the 9th rank, and even some giant-like disciples of the 10th rank.
Yang Dingjun said to the several tenth-level cultivation giant disciples beside him: "In the fifth round, you must draw Huang Tian for me. Whoever encounters him, beat him hard for me, don't be afraid of hurting him, no matter how badly he is injured, I will take responsibility for it. Beat him into a cripple, break his dog legs, and shatter all the bones in his body!"
"Yes, Senior Yang." Six or seven top-notch disciples nodded in unison.
Yang Dingjun gritted his teeth, clenched his fists until they cracked, and said in a cold voice: "It's best if I draw him quickly, I will brutally kill him in front of everyone!"
On the mountain peak opposite to the outer gate square, there is a thatched pavilion built in the direction facing the square. From the pavilion, you can see the outer gate square on the opposite mountain peak at a distance.
In the thatched cottage, a girl of about fifteen years old sat together with an old man with white whiskers and white hair.
The two people's gazes were both cast towards the mountain peak opposite, above the Outer Gate Plaza.
The girl had long legs, skin as white as jade, and a delicate face. She was exactly the Ling Xingyue, an inner disciple of the Tianjian Sect whom Xuanyuan had met in the Yin Wind Mountains.
"Grandfather, how is Huang Tian? He has the cultivation of an 8th rank martial artist, yet he has the power to defeat a 10th rank martial artist. Although that 10th rank disciple's strength wasn't particularly high, for an 8th rank martial artist, it was like a towering peak that could only be looked up to. Huang Tian was able to transcend two ranks and defeat him; such talent is rarely seen, even among inner sect disciples."
Ling Xingyue's gaze was withdrawn from the square on the opposite mountain peak and fell on the old man in front of her.
The old man with white hair raised his right hand and stroked his beard, saying: "Xīng Yuè, you said he used how much of his real strength?"
Ling Xingyue said: "He hasn't even drawn his sword, he should have used at least 50% of his strength, or at the very least 40%!"
The old man with white hair shook his head and smiled without saying a word.
Ling Xingyue exclaimed in surprise: "Grandfather, is Huang Tian's strength really that powerful, using only 30% of his power?"
The old man with white hair said: "I'm afraid even three-tenths of it hasn't been used."
"How is this possible!"
Ling Xingyue let out a cry of surprise: "If even San Cheng couldn't be used, then doesn't that mean he has the strength to surpass several top disciples in the tenth level of cultivation?"
The old man with white hair nodded and said, "Xingyue, did he really only use the Absolute Shadow Sword Technique at the moment of death out of instinct? Or did he slowly comprehend the Absolute Shadow Sword Technique and integrate it?"
Ling Xing Yue nodded and said: "Uh-huh!"
In the depths of the old man's eyes, a hint of puzzlement faintly appeared.
Ling Xingyue said: "Grandfather, Huang Tian saved my life and has great potential. Can he be considered as a key target for cultivation?"
The old man with white hair said, "A true eagle should soar in the vast sky. A flower in a greenhouse can never adapt to wind and rain. This child is not ordinary, he has his own path to follow. Not interfering with him may take him further than any arranged road."
Ling Xingyue's eyes widened slightly in surprise. This was the first time he had ever heard his grandfather praise someone so highly. Even Chu Feng, the number one disciple of the inner sect and a once-in-a-century genius of the Tianjian Sect, had only received a lukewarm "not bad" from his grandfather. Compared to this evaluation of Xuan Tian, it was worlds apart.
Ling Xingyue's mouth curled up slightly as she thought to herself: "Huang Tian, you really gave me face by introducing us to my grandfather, and it was indeed the right decision."
"Grandfather, since Xuantian has the strength to compete with those top-notch disciples from other sects, if they were to meet ahead of time, wouldn't someone be eliminated prematurely and not even make it into the top ten?"
The old man with white hair stroked his beard and said, "I will let him fight against disciples with increasingly higher strength. In each round of the competition, he will encounter opponents stronger than the previous one, allowing him to gradually reveal his true abilities."
As soon as he finished speaking, a pair of wings suddenly appeared behind the white-haired old man. These wings were entirely condensed from true energy and were in a semi-transparent state, stretching ten zhang long. He held Ling Xingyue's hand with one hand, flapped his true energy wings, and instantly shot up into the sky, flying towards the inner peak of the Tianjian Sect. They quickly disappeared from view.
Xuantian defeated Fan Hong and quickly left the arena, leaving the square. The fourth round was 127 to 64, after which the 65th to 127th places would be decided, but that would have to wait until tomorrow, when the fifth round would begin.
The fifth round is 64 advancing to 32, almost every match has a top-notch disciple with tenfold refinement participating, and the competition starting from the fifth round can be considered as entering ** period.
More than a dozen masters of foreign doors were sitting together on the building in front of the square.
From left to right, they are the owners of the first hall, second hall... tenth hall.
The gaze of the third hall master, withdrawn from Xuan Tian's departing figure, said: "This year, our third hall has produced a genius. With only an eighth-level cultivation in martial arts, he has a chance to enter the top ten. Our third hall not only has Gu Xi Yuan, but also another Huang Tian. Heh heh, this year's ranking competition, the third hall will at least occupy two positions."
The sixth hall master frowned slightly and said, "That's not necessarily true. Huang Tiancai's martial arts cultivation is at the eighth level of Wu Dao, do you really think he can enter the top ten? Even entering the top sixteen is uncertain!"
Fan Hongzheng is a disciple of the Sixth Hall, defeated by Xuan Tian, and the master of the Sixth Hall is filled with gloom.
The Seventh Hall Master and the Sixth Hall Master had a good relationship, and he said: "If the fifth round of Huang Tian is drawn by Bai Zhanhe, Yang Dingjun... and several other top disciples with tenfold cultivation base, the fifth round will be eliminated, and even the top 32 cannot advance."
The third master's face changed color for a moment, and then he smiled again, saying: "With so many people competing, it's not easy for them to draw Huang Tian. I believe Huang Tian will definitely rush into the top ten."
"Hum! That's not necessarily true!"
At this moment, a carrier pigeon flew into the building and landed on the master's hand.
The first master took a note from the foot of the homing pigeon, opened it and looked at it, his face slightly surprised, saying: "You don't have to fight anymore, the sect leader has already sent a message, arranging opponents for Huang Tian, with each round of competition, the opponent's strength gradually increasing."
The other nine hall masters were also shocked, and they exclaimed in surprise: "The outer door disciple ranking competition has never been taken seriously by the inner door before. Who is this Huang Tian that can attract the attention of the sect master?"
Several people looked at each other in dismay and turned their eyes to the first master.
The first master shrugged, looked puzzled and said: "I don't know either. Huang Tian has always been low-key, never showing off, I'm also surprised that the sect leader would pay attention to him!"
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The next day, the ranking of outer disciples was greatly cold, and the fifth round began.
Yang Dingtian really wanted to draw Xuantian's number, so he could beat him up quickly and feel relieved in his heart. Unfortunately, he drew the 51st ranked number of a Jiu Chong Xiuzhen disciple instead.
Du Wenke is under Yang Dingtian, the second strongest disciple after Liang Zhong. He remembers Yang Dingtian's words and wants to draw out Xuantian as soon as possible to replace Yang Dingtian and severely punish Xuantian.
Du Wenke reached into the box and grabbed out a token with the number 62 on it, which made him feel regretful that he hadn't drawn Xuantian.
"Elder Han pulled the token from Du Wenku's hand and shouted: 'Round 5, Match 11, No. 11 Du Wenku vs No. 467 Huang Tian, Arena 3!'"
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