107: The final competition

"I must become an Outer Sect Disciple!"

"It's not to prove how great I am, but because only by becoming an Outer Sect Disciple can I truly join the Wending Sect and step into the Immortal Gate!"

"I don't want to spend my whole life doing chores for others!"

"I don't want to be stepped on by others for the rest of my life!"

On the arena, a Utility Disciple struggled to crawl up. A smear of scarlet blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, but even though he stood up, he was still somewhat unsteady. Clearly, he was heavily injured; if he continued, his life might be in danger.

Yet his gaze was stubborn, and he still refused to admit defeat.

"Are you the only one with dreams?"

"Do you think others don't want to become Outer Sect Disciples?"

"Do you think others deserve to be Utility Disciples for their whole lives?"

"Even if you keep fighting, you can't possibly beat me. Why bother?"

Opposite him was another Utility Disciple whose strength was clearly much higher. After the match, his clothes were only slightly dirty.

Hearing such cliché words, he immediately became annoyed.

He retorted loudly.

"..."

The original Utility Disciple was momentarily stunned.

It was true; the underlying logic of this world was that whoever is stronger is in the right.

It wasn't that because someone had a dream, others should make way for them.

The reality was... his skills were inferior to his opponent's. Continuing would not change the result; it would only cause his Dao Heart to shatter.

Clang—!

The long sword in his hand fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.

He barely supported his swaying body and sighed, as if all his spirit had been drained, and whispered: "...I lose."

To the side, the manager responsible for this match immediately announced loudly: "The winner of this match, Yao Qing! Advances to the next round! Guo Chengping, eliminated!"

Hearing this, the Utility Disciple named Guo Chengping felt unwilling. A single tear silently fell. Finally, supported by other Disciples, he left the arena. An Alchemist from Miao Dan Valley immediately came forward to treat him.

"This Guo Chengping's will is quite firm!"

"Pity, his strength is too weak."

Lin Chen took in this entire scene.

At this moment, many matches were being staged simultaneously on numerous arenas. This was more interesting than singing and dancing; Lin Chen watched every match with great interest, but he did not intervene. After all, he was just a 'spectator,' and it was enough to just watch the show.

After watching several rounds, the competition among the Utility Disciples was the most intense, with sword light and fist shadows interlacing, and the roar of low-level techniques.

For those thirty-six spots to be promoted to the Outer Sect, these bottom-level Disciples erupted with astonishing combat power. Some won three consecutive matches with a hand of superb basic sword techniques, while others relied on a desperate ruthlessness to reverse the tide against strong enemies, drawing bursts of exclamations from the spectating Disciples.

The level of combat among Outer Sect Disciples, however, was significantly higher.

After a hundred years of Cultivation in the great dao spacetime pagoda, the Realm of most Outer Sect Disciples had already reached the Golden Core Realm.

The light of Magic Treasures began to shine, and various exquisite escape techniques, protection techniques, and offensive Talismans emerged in an endless stream. To advance to the Inner Sect and obtain better resources, these Disciples used every means at their disposal. The battles were more treacherous and varied, causing the Elders on the high platform to nod from time to time, recording potential talents.

The struggle among the Inner Sect Disciples was undoubtedly the focus of the entire venue.

Those who could become Inner Sect Disciples would not be lacking in talent, Comprehension Ability, Heart-Nature, or Dao Heart. When the Wending Sect originally opened its doors to recruit Disciples, hundreds of thousands came, and in the end, only these two hundred were accepted as Inner Sect Disciples.

Undoubtedly, they were the best of the best.

At this time, the weakest among the Inner Sect Disciples were in the Nascent Soul Realm, and there were many in the Soul Transformation Realm among them.

At their level, the combat scenes were both pleasing to the eye and extremely dangerous. The clashing of Magic Treasures triggered celestial phenomena, and the collision of Daoist techniques bloomed with brilliant light.

Every Inner Sect Disciple was the future backbone of the Sect. Their matches, of course, attracted the attention of more Disciples and Elders.

As the rounds of matches continued, in the end, only two figures remained standing in the center of the stage.

Everyone's eyes fell upon the two of them.

Lu Zhiming wore a green robe, his posture upright, his eyes deep and calm, carrying a sense of vicissitude and insight that did not match his age. He was in no hurry to strike, but instead cupped his hands with composure: "Junior Brother Ye, please."

Ye Feng's blood and Qi were like a furnace, and the Extreme Yang Qi flowed naturally, causing the air around him to distort slightly.

His gaze was burning, and his Battle Intent soared to the sky: "Senior Brother Lu, do not hold back, otherwise my victory would be unfair!"

"Hahaha... you are quite confident!"

"Naturally! This time, I am determined to take the first place in the Inner Sect!"

Before his voice had even faded, Ye Feng was the first to act!

His figure was like lightning as he threw a punch. The Extreme Yang power condensed into a scorching golden fist-aura, blasting toward Lu Zhiming like a small sun!

Simple, direct, yet peerlessly overbearing!

A sharp light flashed in Lu Zhiming's eyes. His figure drifted back like willow catkins, and at the same time, he pointed his fingers like a sword. A highly condensed green Sword Qi arrived second but struck first, precisely hitting the weakest point of the fist-aura!

Boom!

The fist-aura and Sword Qi collided, whipping up an invisible storm.

The clothes of both men fluttered wildly in the wind.

"Nine Yang Formula!"

With a long roar, the Extreme Yang Immortal Blood within his body seemed to boil, and a blinding light erupted from his entire body as he closed in.

Ye Feng's offensive was grand and sweeping, and the scorching heat waves swept across the field, as if to melt the entire arena.

"Sword Inquiry Style!"

Lu Zhiming was unhurried as he executed a sword strike, neutralizing Ye Feng's offensive with ease.

This Move was precisely an extremely basic sword strike from the Wen Ding Sword Technique. Many Disciples knew it, but to achieve Lu Zhiming's level of unity between man and sword was almost impossible.

"Good!"

"Splendid!"

As soon as the two began to fight, it drew loud cheers from the crowd below.

Seeing this, the Elders also nodded frequently.

By now, all other matches had ended, and only the two of them were still competing. Therefore, the eyes of tens of thousands of people were fixed on them.

Amidst the cheers, the two had already engaged in a fierce struggle!

Ye Feng's offensive was fierce and violent. He possessed the Extreme Yang Immortal Body, which was most suited for a fierce path. Therefore, every Move was one of charging forward, his body like a meteorite or thunderbolt, smashing hard towards Lu Zhiming.

Meanwhile, Lu Zhiming was like someone strolling through a courtyard. His sword Moves were unpredictable, sometimes like continuous spring rain to neutralize the offensive, and sometimes like a sudden clap of thunder for a sharp counterattack.

He utilized the combat awareness and experience of a Great Emperor's Reincarnation to the fullest, always neutralizing Ye Feng's fierce attacks with the minimum cost and finding openings to counterattack.

The scene once fell into a stalemate, with golden light and green radiance interlacing and colliding, drawing constant gasps from below the stage. Even Yue Qingtian on the high platform nodded slightly: "These two are both extraordinary."

Several days later, the two had already exchanged over a thousand Moves.

They fought from sunset to sunrise, and from sunrise to sunset again. Every kind of Move had been exhausted, but neither could break the other's techniques, and they were unable to overcome one another.

Finally, both had reached the end of their strength.

Lu Zhiming's expression turned fierce. His hands rapidly formed seals as he executed an extremely profound sword strike from the Wen Ding Sword Technique.

Suddenly, a vast and ancient Sword Intent soared into the sky!

"Heaven-Slaying Style!"

A phantom of a giant green sword that seemed capable of splitting the heavens and earth condensed, carrying peerless sharpness as it slashed toward Ye Feng!

Ye Feng neither dodged nor avoided it, but roared toward the sky, his entire body erupting with brilliant light.

He—

Actually intended to resist this Sword Intent with his Physical Body!

He wanted to defeat Lu Zhiming head-on!

Seeing this scene, most of the Elders frowned. They knew very well that these two had fought to the point of true anger and were now directly risking their lives.

With this sword strike, no matter who won or lost, at least one person would be seriously injured, or even lose their life.

Of course, it was also possible that both would lose their lives.

"Sect Master..."

Xu Zhishan had now completely solidified his Divine Soul and refined a Physical Body to use temporarily.

Seeing Ye Feng encounter a life-and-death crisis, his heart immediately leapt into his throat.

But... the Sect Master had never spoken. Although he intended to intervene, he was afraid of angering the Sect Master.

Seeing that the vast Sword Intent was about to slash into Ye Feng, Lin Chen finally said lazily: "Enough, let it end here!"