Chapter 411 - 409: Senior Brother Liu Sends His Regards
Chapter 411: Chapter 409: Senior Brother Liu Sends His Regards
“Quick, quick, the tournament is about to start, this time it’s to select the top ten.”
“I wonder who the top ten will be?”
“Definitely not you.”
“Nonsense, as if it’s you.”
As the bell sounded, all the Outer Disciples of Heavenly Sword City were frantically rushing toward Heavenly Sword Peak.
The site of the arena had once again been moved to the upper part of the mountain, at the peak.
The entire top of Heavenly Sword Peak had been sliced off with Great Divine Power, leaving a massive platform, vast and perfect for placing the arena.
“Ying Ju, long time no see, how come you’re suddenly so interested in the Outer Sect tournament?”
A True Disciple on the stands asked Ying Ju.
This True Disciple was dressed in a bright red robe. Although he was a man, wearing it gave him an unparalleled sense of nobility, making people feel shame in his presence.
“Wu Hong, aren’t you the same?”
Ying Ju smiled slightly, answering with a question instead.
The Heavenly Sword Sacred Land had hundreds of thousands of Outer Disciples, but only a few thousand Inner Sect Disciples, and even fewer True Disciples, barely a hundred.
Therefore, these True Disciples held extremely high status, even higher than most Elders. They are the true pillars of the Sect, as most Elders are Martial Artists whose potential has hit a plateau, while True Disciples are like nascent suns, full of boundless potential, and no one knows how far they can go.
Therefore, True Disciples called each other by their names or titles directly, and didn’t address each other as senior or junior brothers or sisters, although they were respectful to the five Saint Heirs as they should be.
The name of a Saint Heir was not just conferred by the Sect, but earned through sheer strength.
Saint Heirs are the face of the Sect, and they are the ones most likely to achieve Sealing King.
In this context, Sealing King doesn’t mean mundane royalty, but the King Realm in Martial Arts.
“I’m not like you; Senior Brother Wan sent me. What, still haven’t given up struggling? You really think Lou Yue can claim first in this tournament?” Wu Hong said with a half-smile.
“And how can you be so sure Sikong Yan will definitely take first place?”
“Sikong Yan has been trained by Senior Brother Wan, and he possesses powerful Mystical Artifacts, possibly more than just one. Though the others are good, compared to Sikong Yan, they don’t even come close. This tournament’s first place has to be him.” Wu Hong said leisurely.
“Mystical Artifacts? More than one?”
Ying Ju was slightly surprised: “Senior Brother Wan is determined to ensure Sikong Yan wins this tournament.”
“Initially, Senior Brother Wan was not concerned about such matters, but he didn’t expect the Sect to offer the Nirvana Fruit as the first prize, a treasure even True Disciples covet! Sikong Yan possesses the Nine Heavens Star Body and has achieved Second Grade with his Dan. With the help of the Nirvana Fruit, he can reconstruct his foundation, advancing his Xuandan to an Immortal Golden Core. Such potential is why Senior Brother Wan personally intervened.”
“So you really believe Sikong Yan will definitely win?”
“Obviously.”
“How about a bet?”
Wu Hong looked at Ying Ju, his lips twitching slightly as he saw the fervor in Ying Ju’s eyes.
Again?
Just how much does Ying Ju love to gamble?
“What, afraid now?”
As he spoke, Ying Ju took out a head-sized, silver-white stone from a Storage Bracelet.
“How about betting this Nine Orifice Wind God Iron?”
Wu Hong was momentarily shocked by Ying Ju’s grand gesture: “Nine Orifice Wind God Iron, this is a Wind God Treasure, and you’re willing to wager it? Aren’t you afraid Ying He will kill you?”
At the mention of his sister Ying He’s name, Ying Ju couldn’t help but shiver and instinctively looked around.
Seeing no one around, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and said loudly: “I found this myself, why should I fear her? Wu Hong, are you betting or not?”
Wu Hong looked greedily at the Nine Orifice Wind God Iron in Ying Ju’s hand.
This was a rare treasure, which could only be born in places of extreme yin and yang fusion.
Such extreme zones, under the influence of both extreme powers, constantly experienced spatial quakes and howling winds, with Primordial Qi resonating, creating a chance for such treasures as the Nine Orifice Wind God Iron to be born.
This iron contains Nine Apertures, with endless fortune within the Nine Heavens, able to emit Innate Wind, sweeping the Nine Heavens, it is the essence of wind in the heavens and earth, possessing boundless divine might.
Whether used to cultivate Martial Arts, comprehend the conception of wind, or even merged into a Lifebound Weapon, it’s a precious treasure.
“Alright, I bet.”
As he spoke, Wu Hong also took out a blood-red stone.
“How about using this Heavenly Destiny Crystal Stone as a wager?”
“Heavenly Destiny Crystal Stone? Where did you get this?” Ying Ju asked in surprise.
The Heavenly Destiny Crystal Stone was also a highly rare treasure, its only use being to nurture the spirituality of Lifebound Weapons and accelerate their growth, its value no less than that of the Nine Orifice Divine Wind Iron.
“Where I got it is none of your business. How about using this as a wager?”
“Bold, it’s a deal.” Ying Ju laughed heartily.
At this point, as the bell tolled, the battle for the top ten finally began.
Zhong Lin also heard his name and swiftly moved toward Arena No. 5.
A towering, muscular man was already standing on the arena. As Zhong Lin approached, an aura of wilderness and dominance rushed toward him.
Fist Intent!
Zhong Lin squinted his eyes slightly, sensing a vast Fist Intent from the man that was not weaker than his own.
But thinking about it, anyone who had come this far was naturally a master among masters.
“Zhong Lin, Senior Brother Liu asked me to greet you on his behalf.”
Suo Yu’s lips moved slightly, and a thin stream of words exploded in Zhong Lin’s ear.
The next moment, Suo Yu took a step forward.
Bang!
The airwaves surged, shaking the ground violently.
His body roared with power, and his Blood Qi surged like great rivers, stirring up fierce air currents that lifted the dust from the entire ground.
Fist Intent trembled, subtly locking layer upon layer of void.
“Spiritual Origin, Fist Intent, Blood Qi, impressive prowess.”
Zhong Lin thought, his feet moving slightly.
With Zhong Lin’s faint voice, a gas mass as large as a carriage wheel exploded from his mouth, causing tumultuous airflows to rise without end.
The two punched simultaneously, not dodging even slightly, meeting each other head-on.
Bang!
In a low rumbling sound like thunder, their Fist Seals collided fiercely.
Ripples spread from their sides, creating towering waves, and the surging Blood Qi scattered in all directions, even sending people a hundred zhang away flying like scarecrows blown by the wind.
“Retreat, retreat quickly.”
“Such powerful physical bodies, such domineering Fist Intent, if this weren’t the Heavenly Sword Sacred Land, I’d think they came from the Battle Domain.”
The crowd was in a disheveled panic, never expecting that the aftermath of just one move between the two would be so horrifying.
Boom boom boom!
In the blink of an eye, the two exchanged hundreds of moves.
Blood Qi surged, air currents roiled, and the sound of explosions was incessant. With their battle as the center, the ground in all directions cracked open, and trees were severed.