jdhmnovel Chapter 44 I really held back; it's all his fault for being so weak.
Chapter 44 I really held back; it's all his fault for being so weak.
After most of the day of fierce competition
The competition between inner and outer disciples has come to an end.
After the first three rounds, fifty disciples successfully advanced.
Of these people, 45 were inner disciples and only 5 were outer disciples.
To some extent, this ranking also indirectly illustrates the correlation between talent and ability.
As for the five outer disciples who stood out...
Despite starting from a low point, they still made considerable progress through persistent efforts and other factors.
This also illustrates that initial talent does not determine a person's future achievements.
In the stands,
Several deacons are distributing rewards to the disciples who advanced to the first two rounds.
Rewards can be claimed cumulatively; the higher the round you complete, the more rewards you will receive.
All disciples who rank among the top 500 will receive 100 low-grade spirit stones.
The top 100 participants will be rewarded with a high-grade Xuan-level spiritual artifact.
These rewards were a huge boost to the disciples who advanced, making them feel that all their previous efforts and trials had been worthwhile.
The disciples who did not advance had mixed feelings, a mixture of envy and regret, wishing they could slap themselves.
The rewards are incredibly tempting! The rewards for the first two rounds are already so generous, not to mention the rewards for the third and fourth rounds.
The fighting spirit in many disciples was instantly ignited, and they secretly vowed to get the reward next time.
Sect Master Murong Yan observed the expressions on his disciples' faces and was extremely satisfied.
After all, that's the real purpose of the newcomer competition.
If the sect's fresh blood consists entirely of unambitious individuals, the Xuantian Sect is not far from its demise.
Not long after.
The fifty disciples who passed the third round of selection were also called up by the elders.
These somewhat immature boys and girls stood at the front with joy and excitement, enjoying the admiring gazes of the crowd below, feeling infinitely satisfied.
"You've stood here after passing so many tests, proving that your talent and hard work over the past three months haven't been wasted. That's really great!"
The Grand Elder of the Inner Affairs Hall smiled with satisfaction and personally distributed rewards to each disciple.
Seeing this, the audience was filled with envy and jealousy.
The top 500 disciples only received rewards from the stewards.
These fifty people received their awards personally from the Chief Elder of the Internal Affairs Hall, which certainly gave them a high level of prestige.
"This is a sixth-grade spiritual pill, the Qi Condensation Pill. When you reach the peak of the Blood Transformation Realm, taking this pill will give you a 90% chance of breaking through to the True Qi Realm."
The Grand Elder of the Inner Affairs Hall took out a bottle of pills and distributed them to each disciple.
And then they heard about the rewards and introduction for the third round.
The disciples below the stage went completely crazy, their eyes gleaming with greed.
For disciples with average talent, it might take a year and a half to break through from the Blood Refining Realm to the True Essence Realm through personal effort alone.
Disciples with less talent, such as those with mid-grade Yellow Rank talent, may not be able to break through to the next realm even after several years.
Therefore, the importance of this Qi Condensation Pill to most disciples is self-evident.
"Now, this elder will announce the rules for the fourth round of challenges..."
An inner sect elder began explaining the rules.
This round is the final, and it will be conducted in a challenge format.
Each of the ten true disciples occupies a single arena and accepts any challenge from fifty disciples. They are not allowed to refuse challenges and there is no limit to the number of challenges.
Among them, the true disciples must remain undefeated for half an hour to be considered victorious; otherwise, they will be fined three months' salary as punishment.
Those inner and outer disciples who attempt the challenge and manage to defeat a true disciple will receive an additional reward: a low-grade Heaven-rank cultivation technique and a year's salary.
"Each disciple has two chances to challenge. During the battle, neither side may use weapons, and neither side may maliciously injure the other. They should try to stop when the opponent is at a disadvantage."
The elder's expression was somewhat serious.
"Alright, enough with the chit-chat. Please welcome the ten true disciples to the arena. Let the challenge begin!"
As the words fell,
A thunderous applause erupted from the audience, and the cheers were deafening.
The disciples stared intently at the figures on the ten arenas in the center, their eyes fixed on them.
The Ten True Disciples were the most outstanding among their group of disciples, and everyone was very curious about how the True Disciples would perform in combat.
Soon, the ten true disciples stepped onto the arena.
Li Wudao stood on the sixth arena, his expression subtle, muttering to himself.
On a whim, he decided to become the sixth person to trick and kill Qi Xingyu, but he ended up at the sixth arena.
Could this be the will of Heaven?
While he was reminiscing, challengers began to take over the other arenas.
At this moment, on the viewing platform.
Ruan Fei and Sun Qian were snuggling together, their eyes fixed on Li Wudao.
"Qianqian, don't worry, I've already made arrangements. I have eight people in the finals, and the lowest level is late-stage Blood Refining Realm. This kid is bound to lose!"
Ruan Fei held Sun Qian's hand, looking confident of victory.
He already knew the rules of the finals, and Li Wudao had absolutely no chance of winning this final challenge.
"After today, his status as a true disciple will be meaningless, and the sect will re-evaluate him. That kid is finished!"
Ruan Fei smiled confidently, as if he could already see Li Wudao getting a good beating and becoming the laughing stock of the entire audience.
As the son of an inner sect elder, he knew that the sect's attitude towards its disciples was conditional.
True disciples are the future pillars of the sect, and each spot represents numerous benefits.
If Li Wudao is defeated by both inner and outer disciples in the newcomer competition, his value will plummet, causing dissatisfaction among the sect's higher-ups.
At that time, with his father's encouragement, it will be difficult for him to retain his status as Li Wudao's true successor.
In this way, the rest will be much easier to handle.
"Yes, thank you, Brother Fei. From now on, Qianqian is yours."
Sun Qian spoke in a coquettish voice, her eyes filled with amusement and anticipation as she looked at Li Wudao.
Even with her mid-stage Blood Refining Realm strength, she only made it to the second round.
Even though Li Wudao's talent has reached the Earth level, his cultivation level will definitely not improve much in just three months.
He might not even be as good as her.
"Li Wudao, how dare you, a piece of trash like you, humiliate me? Just wait and see, it will be time for you to pay the price!"
Sun Qian felt a surge of joy, and her eyes shone with delight.
During this time, the frail, sycophantic boy not only publicly divorced her with a letter written in blood, but also slapped her in front of everyone.
Her shameful actions had made her lose all face, and she had long hated Li Wudao to the core, wishing she could tear him apart.
Meanwhile, on arena number six.
A young man in his early twenties walked up.
He casually clasped his hands in greeting and said in a nonchalant tone, "I am a junior, please enlighten me, Senior Brother Li."
Li Wudao looked at him and felt something was off.
This young man looks rather mature; he doesn't seem like someone who has just joined the sect.
However, he didn't think much about it.
This person was only at the late stage of the Blood Transformation Realm, and faced no pressure whatsoever.
"Oh, it's Fang Chang. He broke through to the late stage of the Blood Transformation Realm a long time ago, and his realm is stable. He should be able to deal with Li Wudao with ease."
In the stands, Ruan Fei smiled in surprise.
Sun Qian's eyes lit up with surprise after hearing this.
If Li Wudao were defeated right away and slunk off the stage, it would be incredibly embarrassing.
.......
"Senior Brother Li, you should make the first move."
Fang Chang beckoned with his hand, his tone quite arrogant.
"interesting........"
Li Wudao was stunned for a moment, not expecting that he would be looked down upon.
Seeing the young man with his arms crossed, he was speechless.
To be honest, this kid is even better at pretending than him.
"That's fine."
Li Wudao nodded. He had one advantage: he was good at understanding people.
Since they've already said that, he couldn't very well refuse.
"Watch out, my fist hurts a little."
As he walked, he clenched his fists, feeling the strength of the force.
Now that he has reached the Blood Refining Realm, with a blood energy of 100,000 jin, he is truly afraid that he might accidentally blow up his opponent.
however,
Fang Chang scoffed at Li Wudao's well-intentioned reminder, and without even getting into a fighting stance, charged straight at him.
"What a hothead!"
Li Wudao remained silent, trying his best to suppress the power of blood and qi within his body.
Then, he raised his hand and lightly threw a punch.
Seeing the unremarkable attack, Fang Chang became even more disdainful and suddenly clenched his fist to counter.
His physical body is among the best in the Blood Transformation Realm. Dealing with a newbie like Li Wudao who has just entered the sect is a piece of cake.
The next instant, the two fists collided.
"what--"
A scream suddenly rang out as bones shattered.
Li Wudao's fist instantly broke Fang Chang's wrist, and its momentum continued as it slammed directly into the latter's chest.
Then, Fang Chang arched his body and shot backward like a cannonball, blood spurting from his mouth and forming a long trail of blood.
Amidst the horrified gazes of many disciples, a figure was forcefully blasted off the stage.
"This...how is this possible?!"
Ruan Fei and Sun Qian were stunned, rubbing their eyes in disbelief.
The former was alright, just short of breath;
The latter, however, had her pupils constricted, her pretty face was already as pale as paper, and her whole body was limp, as if all her strength had been drained away in an instant.
Li Wudao's punch nearly shattered her hopes.
"Holy crap! He was sent flying with a single punch?!"
"Hiss, that guy's arm is probably ruined after that punch."
"That's too brutal—"
The surrounding area fell into a deathly silence; pairs of eyes stared in disbelief, their scalps tingling with dread.
Goodness, this guy's ruthless!
They've seen enemies defeated in one move, but they've never seen one fall asleep in one move.
That punch sent him into a deep, baby-like sleep.
Such a change naturally attracted the attention of many high-ranking members of the sect, and after investigating, their expressions all changed drastically.
At this moment, Fang Chang fell to the ground below the arena and had already lost consciousness.
His chest was stained with blood, one arm was twisted beyond recognition, and his wrist was a bloody mess, with white bone fragments faintly visible.
The elder in charge of recording nearby looked at Li Wudao with a very complicated expression, unsure whether to judge him as having maliciously injured someone.
Not only this elder, but also the core high-ranking members watching the ceremony on the stage showed solemn expressions, staring intently at Li Wudao.
Being stared at by so many eyes,
Even with Li Wudao's good mentality, he was starting to struggle.
He sighed inwardly, his expression awkward.
In all honesty, he really did hold back just now, only using one-tenth of his strength.
Who knew Fang Chang was so easily defeated...