God Destroying Pearl

The participating disciples walked towards their respective arenas, ready to face the upcoming challenges.

In the audience seats, cheers and applause were heard one after another. The entire sect seemed to be infected by the warm atmosphere and immersed in joy.

The first round was the preliminary round, and each pair of contestants was led to their respective arenas. The arenas were already surrounded by disciples and elders who were watching the competition, their eyes full of anticipation and curiosity.

Song Yun stood on his own stage, facing his opponent, a fellow disciple who was at the seventh level of Qi Refining and had a sturdy build and sharp eyes.

Song Yun decided not to use thunder and space methods first, but to practice his swordsmanship first.

After the two men saluted each other, they quickly entered combat mode.

At first, both of them seemed very cautious, testing each other's strengths and weaknesses with flexible movements and clever steps.

However, as time went on, both sides gradually became familiar with each other's rhythm, and the battle became more and more intense.

Song Yun suddenly appeared beside his opponent like a ghost, and swung his sword, aiming directly at his opponent's vital points.

However, the opponent reacted extremely quickly, dodged the attack by turning sideways, and counterattacked.

As the swords flashed, the figures of the two people on the ring intertwined into a series of thrilling scenes.

The audience around was deeply attracted by this wonderful battle, and cheers and applause rang out one after another.

Song Yun felt the pressure and encouragement coming from all sides. He took a deep breath and tried to concentrate his mind.

He knew that in order to win the game, he had to find his opponent's weakness and deliver a fatal blow.

After a fierce confrontation, Song Yun finally discovered a small mistake made by his opponent.

He seized the opportunity and leaped up again. This time his swordsmanship was even more fierce, and each sword contained tremendous spiritual power.

The opponent was obviously thrown off balance by the sudden attack and retreated repeatedly, trying to steady his position.

But Song Yun did not give him any chance to breathe. He pursued the victory and finally killed him with one sword, winning the match.

Following the referee's announcement, thunderous applause and cheers broke out from the audience.

Song Yun smiled and bowed to his opponent, then turned and walked towards the rest area, ready to face the next challenge.

In the next few games, Song Yun's swordsmanship became more sophisticated in constant actual combat, and every time he struck out his sword, it contained his deep understanding and perception of martial arts.

One particularly eye-catching duel was against an opponent who was good at changing his body movements.

This opponent was as elusive as a shadow in the wind, but Song Yun showed amazing insight and predictive ability.

He seemed to know his opponent's movements in advance, and was always able to intercept his opponent's attacks at critical moments and look for opportunities to counterattack.

The two men fought back and forth with swords flashing like weaving. The disciples in the audience were dazzled and marveled at Song Yun's outstanding performance.

In this battle, Song Yun not only demonstrated his swordsmanship skills, but also his wisdom and courage.

He understood that he could not defeat this opponent by relying on strength alone, and he had to find the opponent's weakness in order to win with one blow.

So, he patiently dealt with his opponent, constantly testing and observing, and finally in a fierce confrontation, he captured the subtle pattern of his opponent's body movements, and decisively used the first level of the Qingfeng sword technique: Qingfeng sword energy.

I saw a clear and sharp sword energy that directly penetrated the opponent's defense and won this crucial victory.

As the competition progressed, Song Yun's understanding of swordsmanship became more and more profound, and Song Yun's reputation grew.

Song Yun not only won the respect and admiration of his fellow disciples, but also attracted the attention of many elders.

After two days of fierce competition, the sect newcomer competition gradually entered a white-hot stage.

Every match is an extreme test of the contestants' strength, will and wisdom. Song Yun, a fledgling disciple, has overcome all obstacles and stood out with his indomitable spirit and increasingly improved swordsmanship.

In each confrontation, Song Yun continued to demonstrate his growth and transformation.

Not only did Song Yun's swordsmanship become increasingly sophisticated, but more importantly, he learned how to think calmly in battle, how to keep a clear head under pressure, and how to find the opponent's flaws.

Every time Song Yun drew his sword, it was more steady and powerful, and every time he dodged was just right, as if he had become one with the sword in his hand, becoming one of the rare strong men on the battlefield.

Finally, after two days of intense and exciting competition, Song Yun successfully qualified for the final 10-person finals of the sect rookie competition with his unremitting efforts and outstanding performance.

Not surprisingly, Song Yun saw that Li Yan, who had top-grade fire spiritual roots, and Lin Haoran, who had top-grade wind spiritual roots, had entered the finals.

"Everyone, please be quiet."

The master's voice echoed in the vast martial arts field, deep and full of majesty. His every word was like the morning bell and evening drum, striking in the heart of every contestant.

As he finished speaking, the originally noisy place gradually quieted down, and all eyes were focused on the sect leader, with their hearts filled with anticipation, but also a bit of nervousness and uneasiness.

"Well, after two days of fierce competition, the top ten of the sect's newcomer competition has finally been decided." The sect leader continued, his eyes revealing approval and expectations for the younger generation.

"Each of you is the hope for the sect's future and the bearer of the sect's glory. No matter what the outcome, you have already proven your strength and potential."

His words were like a gentle spring breeze, making everyone present feel warm and encouraged.

Those disciples who were just excited and upset about victory or defeat, now restrained their emotions, with a more determined light flashing in their eyes.

"Today, what you need to do is to have a good rest and recharge your batteries." The headmaster said earnestly, "Tomorrow's competition will be a stage for you to truly demonstrate your strength and style. There is no absolute strength or weakness, only unremitting efforts and struggle. I believe that as long as you keep your original intention and move forward courageously, you will be able to achieve your ideal results."

Having said this, the headmaster paused for a moment, and glanced at the ten finalists one by one, as if he wanted to imprint their faces deeply in his heart.

"Remember, no matter who wins or loses, you are the pride of the sect. And the sect will always be your strongest backing."

As the headmaster finished his words, the entire martial arts arena erupted in thunderous applause and cheers again.

The disciples bowed to the headmaster to express their gratitude, and then, led by their fellow disciples, left the training ground in an orderly manner, preparing for the upcoming final competition.