"In the competition, lethal moves are not allowed. Otherwise, the punishment would be confinement for a year at the least, expulsion from the Yunyang Sect at the worst, or even direct execution for the most severe cases," one of the three protectors on the left side said, his words carrying a clear warning. After all, those who could enter the Dragon Ranking were all among the best in the Yunyang Sect, and disciples of the various elders. Any mistake could be a loss to the Yunyang Sect.
There's a difference between direct disciples and ordinary disciples. The Yunyang Sect can afford to lose a few ordinary disciples; only through such losses can strong individuals be forged. However, direct disciples have already been acknowledged by the Yunyang Sect and have met all its requirements, and thus, cannot be lost so easily.
"Lin'er, Xie Ping is Elder Wu's disciple, and Jiang Shang is Elder Sun's disciple. Both of them are probably at the edge of the Dragon Ranking. Do you think you can handle them?" Li Wushuang asked Li Lin beside her. As she finished speaking, Li Wushuang herself smiled wryly. Li Lin had even contended with the demonic Hong Lian, so entering the top forty of the Dragon Ranking probably wouldn't be too difficult.
"There shouldn't be a problem," Li Lin replied with a light smile. One was at the first level of Martial Soul, and the other at the second. He should have no problem dealing with them.
Watching the direct disciples present, Li Lin smiled lightly. Probably only those in the top thirty of the Dragon Ranking could pose a threat to him.
"Lin'er, then you can go later and register with those three protectors responsible for the Dragon Ranking. You can arrange to challenge the disciples at the edge of the top fifty of the Dragon Ranking at the beginning of next month. Entering the Dragon Ranking will get you a lot more cultivation resources," Li Wushuang said.
"Registering now means waiting until next month to compete. Isn't there a faster way?" Li Lin asked lightly.
"There is. You can directly challenge a strong contender in the Dragon Ranking. As long as the other party agrees, if you win, you'll naturally enter the Dragon Ranking. However, ordinary Dragon Ranking disciples can completely ignore you," Li Wushuang explained lightly.
At that moment, the scene changed. Jiang Shang, the young man in white, held a yellow long spear in his hand. Streams of earthy yellow true qi rapidly surged out from within him, and the long spear was immediately enveloped in a faint yellow glow, its aura rapidly climbing.
Jiang Shang took the initiative to attack, knowing he had to seize the advantage to have any chance of winning given the difference in strength levels.
The long spear generated a strong wind, breaking through a stream of air and causing a "whooshing" sound of wind breaking, as a yellow energy directly rushed towards Xie Ping.
"You're still not good enough to challenge me," Xie Ping said lightly, his body instantly dodging with a flash, and a blue light condensed in his hand. A water column the size of a thumb condensed and shot down like an arrow, leaving a shallow ripple trace in the air.
"Bang!"
The two forces dispersed upon contact, and the two figures intertwined again.
As the two exchanged blows, many disciples around them started discussing. Both were among the best of the younger generation. Their powerful true qi filled the arena, with the sound of air bursting continuously heard.
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Li Lin observed the two, finding Xie Ping obviously stronger. The combination of true qi and speed was highly refined, surprising Li Lin. Both Xie Ping and Jiang Shang were displaying strength beyond their cultivation levels, a feat not easily achieved.
This meant that in terms of cultivation, they were much stronger than their peers at the same level.
"Lin'er, who do you think will win between these two?" Du Gu Bing Lan asked with a smile.
"Xie Ping should win within ten moves. Jiang Shang is strong, but there's a difference in levels. Against an ordinary second-level Martial Soul, he would have no problem, but Xie Ping is not an ordinary second-level Martial Soul," Li Lin replied after a pause.
"Is that so?" Du Gu Bing Lan continued to watch the arena.
The battle reached a heated stage. After several moves, Jiang Shang's spear, with a powerful spear light, rushed towards Xie Ping, tearing through the air with a howling sound.
"Bawang Spear." With a shout, Jiang Shang's yellow light surged, forming a huge vortex on the spear light, cracking the ground's stone slabs under the pressure.
Facing Jiang Shang's fierce attack, Xie Ping's expression fluctuated. His hand seals changed, summoning a blue long sword, smiling slightly as he unleashed a sword technique.
"Thousand Waves Sword Technique."
With a shout, Xie Ping's sword thrust forward, spreading dozens of sword beams that transformed into waves, one pushing the other, swiftly enveloping Jiang Shang.
"Jiang Shang has lost," Li Lin declared. Both displayed powerful mid-tier Yellow techniques, but Jiang Shang was slightly weaker. More importantly, Xie Ping was superior in reaction and combat experience.
The audience held their breath as the decisive move was made.
In an instant, the sword light overwhelmed Jiang Shang's spear light, breaking it apart.
"Bang, bang..."
The explosive true qi caused a sonic boom in the air.
"You've lost."
As the true qi spread, Xie Ping's voice rang out loudly, his figure seizing the opportunity to strike Jiang Shang's shoulder with a palm, overwhelming him with powerful true qi.
"Crack, crack!" Jiang Shang's protective aura cracked and then shattered.
"Pfft!"
Jiang Shang's face turned pale as blood spurted from his mouth, his body sliding from the arena to the outside.
"Xie Ping wins, maintaining the fiftieth position in the Dragon Ranking." A protector announced the result. "The second match, Xiong Lanlan versus Li Wushuang."
As the protector finished speaking, a figure leaped onto the arena. This figure, a woman in a white long dress, though not stunningly beautiful, had a refreshing appearance and an air of valor. Of course, she was somewhat inferior to women like Li Wushuang.
"Lin'er, I'm going up," Li Wushuang said with a light smile, her figure surrounded by a green glow, leaping into the air and gracefully landing in the arena.
In the center of the arena, two figures stood opposite each other. Li Wushuang, in a pale red palace dress, her beautiful face surrounded by a faint true qi.
"It's Xiong Lanlan versus Li Wushuang."
"Two beauties competing, this will be a feast for the eyes."
"Li Wushuang is ranked forty-second in the Dragon Ranking, and Xiong Lanlan is forty-first. This match is going to be close."
"Xiong Lanlan is at the third level of Martial Soul, while Li Wushuang is only at the first. It seems difficult for Li Wushuang to win."
"What do you know? A few months ago, didn't Li Wushuang, at the first level of Martial Soul, defeat the former forty-second rank?"
"Li Wushuang's strength is mysterious, and with her tricky wood-based techniques, Xiong Lanlan might have met her match." The disciples around them whispered, their interest in the match between the two women naturally higher.
Li Lin frowned slightly, not fully aware of Li Wushuang's strength level, and concerned for her against Xiong Lanlan, who was at the third level of Martial Soul.
The two figures in the arena, unaffected by the whispers around them, prepared for battle. Xiong Lanlan's hand flicked, summoning a blue long sword, while Li Wushuang held a green long sword, the 'Qingyue Sword' Li Lin had bought for her, its blade shimmering with flowing light.
At that moment, Li Wushuang and Xiong Lanlan, with a shout, burst forth with formidable momentum. Their fast movements created afterimages, their collision sending ripples through the air.
"This match is on a higher level than the previous one," the direct disciples around them thought, feeling the oppressive aura.
"Lin'er, how do you see this match?" Du Gu Bing Lan asked again, looking towards Li Lin.
"I'm not sure yet," Li Lin responded, watching the arena closely.
In an instant, the two charged at each other, their speed like lightning, colliding fiercely in the center of the arena.