God Destroying Pearl

After a night of deep rest, the movement of the stars seemed to inject endless energy and inspiration into Song Yun.

At dawn, the first ray of sunlight filtered through the window, gently brushing across his resolute face, giving him a faint golden glow.

Song Yun slowly opened his eyes, with unprecedented brightness and determination flashing in his eyes, indicating that today he will face the upcoming ultimate challenge with a more energetic state of mind.

He knew very well that the sect's newcomer competition was not only a test of strength, but also a test of mind and will.

Every disciple who can rank among the top ten is a leader in the sect. Some of them are gifted, while others are diligent. Each of them has their own persistence and pursuit of martial arts. They gather here just to compete for the supreme glory.

As the sun rose higher, the sect square became bustling with people and the atmosphere became increasingly tense and heated.

Song Yun stood in the crowd, looking at the towering arena, feeling both anticipation and anxiety.

He knew that today's competition would be more intense and every opponent should not be underestimated.

But at the same time, he also understood that this was his best chance to prove himself and a stage for him to show everyone his strength and determination.

As a steady and majestic sound of footsteps slowly approached, the noise in the sect square seemed to be gently calmed by an invisible force. Everyone quieted down at the same time, and their eyes were all cast on the figure that was gradually appearing - the sect leader, a middle-aged man wearing a flowing cloud robe, with a resolute and majestic face.

The head of the sect stood on the high platform, his eyes as sharp as torches, scanning every disciple below. His deep eyes contained both expectation and testing.

He spoke slowly, his voice was deep and clear, penetrating every inch of air and reaching everyone's heart: "Today is the day of the final battle of our sect's newcomer competition. You are all the future of our sect. I hope you can show your strength and style in this battle."

After saying this, the sect leader waved his sleeves lightly, and several exquisite jade slips flew out from his sleeves and landed steadily on a special jade plate in the center of the square, emitting a faint light, which caused everyone to exclaim in amazement.

"Today's competition will be conducted by drawing lots." The headmaster's voice sounded again, "The ten of you will each step forward and draw a jade slip with a number inside. Those with the same number will form a group and compete in the first round. The winners will advance to the next round and five winners will be decided. Then the challenge system will be conducted. The five people will be numbered from 1 to 5. Each person has three challenge opportunities. Before each challenge, you will randomly draw a number and compete with the disciple with that number. In the end, you will be ranked according to the number of victories, and the one with the most victories will be the first."

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the square instantly became more tense and exciting.

After drawing lots, Song Yun drew number 1.

As the last disciple finished drawing lots, the ten disciples quickly dispersed to their respective competition platforms.

"Now, the first group of the first round of duels officially begins!" The leader's voice sounded again, stirring everyone's heartstrings like a war drum.

Song Yun's opponent was a disciple named Wang Mang who had both civil and wood spiritual roots.

The sun shone obliquely on the sect's martial arts arena, and the golden light and the noise from the surrounding audience seats intertwined into a tense and warm picture.

On the martial arts arena, the situation was turbulent and the duel between Song Yun and Wang Mang attracted everyone's attention.

Wang Mang, as an outstanding disciple with both civil and wood spiritual roots, his skills are so exquisite that they are breathtaking.

Song Yun, on the other hand, was well-known in the sect for his superb swordsmanship. The clash between the two was undoubtedly a feast for the eyes and the soul.

With the referee's command, the competition officially began.

Wang Mang did not hesitate at all. He quickly formed seals with his hands. The ground suddenly shook violently, as if the earth was furious. Several sharp earth spirits broke through the ground, whistling in the air and heading straight for Song Yun.

Song Yun's body was agile and his sword skills were as fast as a dragon. With the flash of sword light, he knocked away those earth spirit spikes one by one. However, he was secretly alert in his heart, knowing that this was only the prelude to Wang Mang's offensive.

After several rounds of confrontation, neither Song Yun nor Wang Mang could do anything to the other.

Seeing that the Earth Spirit Thorns had failed to work, Wang Mang sneered and changed his hand gestures again. The soil around the arena suddenly surged, and countless vines grew rapidly like living things. They intertwined and entangled, instantly weaving into a huge wooden cage, trapping Song Yun tightly inside. The magic consumed a huge amount of spiritual energy.

This wooden cage is not only extremely strong, but also contains the binding force of wood spiritual energy, making it difficult for Song Yun to break out of the cage in a short period of time even if his swordsmanship is very high.

Song Yun was trapped in a wooden cage, surrounded by dense vines. He felt unprecedented pressure. He knew that he could not break the wooden cage in the short term by relying solely on swordsmanship, so he decided to use spatial means.

Time seemed to slow down at this moment. Song Yun took a deep breath and gathered the power of space in his palm.

As he shouted softly, a dazzling light burst out from his palm, and a powerful force spread out in all directions with him as the center.

The space seemed to be torn apart at this moment, and countless tiny cracks appeared around the wooden cage, devouring the surrounding vines and spiritual power like hungry beasts.

With the help of this force, Song Yun shuttled between the cracks like a ghost and broke free from the wooden cage in an instant.

When he stood on the arena again, his entire aura had undergone a drastic change, as if he had been reborn.

Deafening cheers and applause broke out from the audience, they were all shocked by Song Yun's shocking move.

The wooden cage technique was broken, and Wang Mang was attacked by spiritual power. His face turned pale and he looked at the scene in disbelief.

He never expected that Song Yun could master such advanced space magic and use it to reverse the situation of the battle.

However, the game was not over yet.

Song Yun took advantage of the situation and pursued him, his sword skills became more fierce, and each of his swords was aimed directly at Wang Mang's vital points.

Although Wang Mang was unwilling to be outdone, he gradually felt overwhelmed by Song Yun's overwhelming attack.

Finally, in a fierce confrontation, Song Yun's sword penetrated Wang Mang's defense and landed steadily on his shoulder.

Upon seeing this, the referee immediately announced the result of the match: "Song Yun wins!"

At this moment, a long-lost smile appeared on Song Yun's face.