146: Chapter 146 Sect Leaders Expose Each Other's Weaknesses

"This is impossible!"

Beside Sect Master Li Qingyun, the Grand Elder in charge of the Scripture Pavilion whispered, his voice filled with uncontrollable trembling.

"The original copy of the 'Flowing Cloud Thirteen Swords' has always been enshrined in the forbidden grounds; no one except past Sect Masters is allowed to read it! Where did he learn it from?"

Sect Master Li Qingyun's expression flickered between light and shadow.

He looked down at the arena, at the young boy who was being tossed into the air by countless fellow disciples, a simple, silly grin on his face.

The wild joy in his heart had been replaced by a deeper sense of confusion and unease.

A genius?

This could no longer be explained by the word "genius"!

This was simply a monster!

Could it be... that the Grandmaster had manifested to pass down his skills in a dream?

Aside from this absurd reason, Sect Master Li Qingyun could not think of any other possibility.

Just as the upper echelons of the Heavenly Sword Sect were caught in a whirlpool of self-doubt, the seeded player duels of the Martial Arts Tournament continued.

The scene that followed completely turned into a... "clash of immortals."

"Next match! Blood Fiend Sect, Fang Hanhan!"

A young boy wearing black robes, with a handsome face but a gloomy temperament, walked onto the arena.

His opponent was an inner disciple from the Ten Thousand Beasts Villa, followed by an Iron-Backed Wolf over three meters tall, covered in cyan scales, exuding a fierce aura.

"Awoo!"

The Iron-Backed Wolf let out a roar, its fierce aura sweeping across the entire venue, causing many low-level disciples' legs to go weak.

Fang Hanhan merely glanced coldly at the demonic beast.

He extended a finger.

A wisp of demonic energy, darker than ink and purer than the abyss, swirled at his fingertip.

That demonic energy did not have the slightest trace of violence or chaos; instead, it carried a high-and-mighty, imperial majesty and purity.

The once fierce Iron-Backed Wolf, upon touching this wisp of demonic energy, let out a whimper, its massive body collapsing to the ground, trembling uncontrollably like a mouse encountering a cat.

Its master, the disciple from the Ten Thousand Beasts Villa, also felt his blood about to freeze and conceded on the spot.

On the high platform, the Sect Master of the Blood Fiend Sect, a gloomy old man shrouded in black robes, suddenly stood up from his seat.

He stared fixedly at the pure demonic energy at Fang Hanhan's fingertip, an unprecedented light erupting in his cloudy eyes.

"Saint Demonic Energy! This is the Saint Demonic Energy that legend says only the founding ancestor could refine!"

"My sect's 'Blood Scripture' has been on the wrong path for three hundred years! So this is the true orthodoxy! This is it!"

The old man looked like a madman, trembling all over with excitement.

He had cultivated for five hundred years and considered himself the number one person in the demonic path, but compared to that wisp from Fang Hanhan, the demonic energy he refined was simply the difference between sewage in a mud pit and a clear spring from the nine heavens!

Immediately after.

"Next match! Ten Thousand Beasts Villa, Shi Haohao!"

That nursing baby, who looked only seven or eight years old and was still drinking beast milk, walked onto the arena while yawning.

His opponent was a body-refining genius from the Vajra Sect, with tempered muscles and bones, claiming to be able to withstand magic artifacts.

That Vajra Sect disciple roared and unleashed the sect's ultimate technique, the "Great Vajra Fist." With one punch, the air itself exploded with sound.

Shi Haohao didn't even lift his eyelids.

He simply extended his chubby little hand and gave a light tap.

With a crisp "slap."

That Vajra Sect disciple, along with his fist, was slapped directly into the hard arena, unable to be pried out, leaving only a human-shaped crater in the shape of the character "big."

Shi Haohao smacked his lips, feeling a bit bored, and took the spirit assessment stele that he had bitten a corner off of from his bosom, crunching on it like a snack.

The Villa Master of the Ten Thousand Beasts Villa, a burly man as sturdy as a bear, was moved to tears.

He felt that faint, primordial aura from the depths of Shi Haohao's bloodline.

"Atavism! It's the bloodline atavism of a primordial remnant! The glory of my Ten Thousand Beasts Villa is about to be restored!"

The subsequent matches had completely lost all suspense.

The Saintess of the Water Moon Palace, "White Lotus," untainted by the mortal world, took a step, and lotuses bloomed beneath her feet. Her opponent fell directly into an illusion, kneeling to worship, and she won without a fight.

"Xiao Huohuo" of the Medicine God Valley didn't even strike; with just a thought, his opponent felt the pill toxins in his body erupt, his true energy reversed, and he fainted on the spot.

"Tang Sa" of the Heavenly Secret Pavilion, the moment his opponent moved, calculated the eighty-one changes that would follow, calmly writing them on a piece of paper. The opponent watched, his Dao heart collapsed, and he vomited blood and conceded.

...

One "monster" after another took the stage in turn.

The strength they displayed and the techniques they utilized all exceeded the existing systems of their respective sects.

Every move, every style, seemed more ancient, purer, and more... authentic!

The atmosphere of the martial arts arena went from initial shock to fanaticism, and now to numbness.

All the spectators, including those disciples, were speechless.

They just stared blankly at those boys and girls who looked like gods descended to earth, feeling that they and these geniuses were simply not the same species.

And on the high platform, the heads of the Seven Great Sects were completely caught in an unprecedented storm.

"Hahaha! Did you see that! My Vajra Sect's Long Aotian is the true Son of Heaven's Mandate! Becoming a saint through the physical body is just around the corner!" Great Elder Zhou Tong was beaming with red light, full of high spirits.

"Bullshit!" Sect Master Li Qingyun of the Heavenly Sword Sect immediately retorted. "My sect's Gou Dan has reached the pinnacle of the Sword Dao, reproducing ancient methods; he is the reincarnation of a Sword Immortal! That disciple of yours is nothing but a brute!"

"Shut up, all of you!"

The Blood Fiend Sect Master spoke gloomily. "What do you know? My sect's Fang Hanhan carries the Saint Demonic Energy; he is the true orthodoxy of the demonic path! You so-called righteous paths are all on the wrong track!"

"Pah! You old devil! My Ten Thousand Beasts Villa's Shi Haohao possesses a primordial bloodline; that is the true bearer of great fortune!"

"My Medicine God Valley's Xiao Huohuo is peerless in both alchemy and martial arts, with an unparalleled spirit; he could be the first of all ages!"

At first, they were just boasting and showing off.

But as they spoke, the tone changed.

Because each of them firmly believed that what their own disciples displayed was the most ancient and correct "orthodoxy."

This meant... that the heritage of other sects was flawed and had taken a detour!

"Li Qingyun! Your Heavenly Sword Sect has been guarding a broken sword manual for hundreds of years, and you can't even fully practice the Grandmaster's sword techniques. Do you still have the face to call yourself orthodox?"

"Zhou Tong! Your Vajra Sect only knows how to train brute force; you don't even understand the most basic energy application. What difference is there between you and a beast?"

"Gu He! Your Medicine God Valley only knows how to play with bottles and jars. If it weren't for medicinal pills extending your life, you would have long since turned into a handful of yellow dirt!"

The elders completely tore off their disguises, acting like market shrews, exposing each other's shortcomings and cursing loudly.

What they were arguing about was no longer the strength of their disciples.

It was the foundation of their sects that had been passed down for thousands of years!

This scene was even more absurd and ridiculous than the farce of the disciples in the afternoon.

Tens of thousands of spectators were dumbfounded.

"Immortals... so they can also curse in the streets?" a mortal martial artist muttered in a low voice.

Just at this moment, the referee's voice broke through this absurd scene.

"All seeded player duels have ended!"

"Tomorrow, the final battle will be held!"

"The two sides of the battle are—"

"Vajra Sect, Long Aotian!"

"Against!"

"Heavenly Sword Sect, Gou Dan!"