Mythical Cultivation

This sudden scene instantly captured the attention of numerous disciples, who flocked to Arena No. 12 like a tide. Some were Zhao Wuji's close friends, gathered to cheer him on; others were friends of his opponents, eager to see just how badly injured their companions were. For a moment, the entire scene became incredibly lively.

As time ticked by, Wu Ming finally spotted a familiar figure among the crowd, slowly walking up to the stage. Upon closer inspection, it was Huang Hao! Furthermore, he was ascending stage number nineteen.

Seeing this, Wu Ming walked towards Arena No. 19 without hesitation. After Li Fei and the other three noticed Wu Ming's actions, they hurriedly followed him and headed in that direction together.

However, when they arrived at Arena 19, they were surprised to find that there were not many spectators gathered. After all, Huang Hao had only been a disciple of the sect for a short ten years. His reputation and strength were not yet widely recognized, so naturally, he did not attract much attention. Moreover, his opponent was not a powerful and renowned expert, which made the match seem rather dull and lacked sufficient appeal. As a result, few people came to watch.

Despite this, Wu Ming immediately spotted Mei Lingshuang and Zhao Xiaohai standing below the ring. Clearly, they had been waiting there for quite some time. As Wu Ming, Li Fei, and the others approached, they exchanged a smile and exchanged greetings.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the ring was already extremely tense, as the thrilling duel between the two had already begun! Huang Hao's opponent was a middle-aged disciple named Lin Chuan. The referee of the ring had just solemnly confirmed the identities of both parties.

After exchanging greetings with Huang Hao, Lin Chuan unhesitatingly summoned his cherished magical instruments—his flying sword and protective magical instruments. He then expertly unleashed the Qingyun Sword Technique. In an instant, the flying sword shone brightly, splitting into dozens of incredibly sharp sword beams that slashed towards Huang Hao like a torrential downpour.

At the same time, without ceasing his movements, he muttered something, and unexpectedly summoned a green vine. It stretched out rapidly like a spirit snake, wrapping itself around Huang Hao's feet. Clearly, Lin Chuan intended to use this green vine to pin Huang Hao firmly in place, preventing him from dodging the dozens of deadly sword beams that followed.

Yet, facing such a ferocious attack, Huang Hao remained calm and composed, showing no sign of panic. He didn't even move, standing still, as if oblivious to the danger before him. Just as the green vines were about to wrap around his feet, a startling scene occurred: Huang Hao quickly formed a magical seal with his right hand, and with a low shout, a thick, solid earthen wall instantly rose from the ground, towering before him like an impenetrable fortress. A continuous clang clang sounded as dozens of sword beams from Lin Chuan slashed against the wall, stirring up a cloud of dust. As the wall slowly dissipated, everyone looked closely and saw that Huang Hao was completely unharmed, without a single scratch on his body.

Lin Chuan, standing across from him, was taken aback by this scene. He knew he was facing a formidable foe, but he didn't let this deter him or give up easily. After all, the battle wasn't over yet, and the outcome was still uncertain. So, Lin Chuan took a deep breath, adjusted his mindset, and mustered his energy again, preparing for a more intense clash with Huang Hao.

However, would Huang Hao give Lin Chuan even a moment to breathe? The moment the earthen wall vanished into thin air, Huang Hao's flying sword, like a flash of lightning piercing the night sky, hurtled towards Lin Chuan with lightning speed. The speed was astonishing!

By the time Lin Chuan finally realized the danger was coming and wanted to fly to adjust his position, it was too late. Because at this time, Huang Hao's flying sword had already approached him like a ghost.

Instantly, a crisp "crack" sound was heard, and the magical weapon that Lin Chuan had originally used for self-defense was chopped off and fell to the side without any resistance. At the same time, the flying sword cut a deep and hideous wound on his chest, so deep that the bone was visible.

Suddenly, scarlet blood gushed out from the horrific wound like a flood, splattering everywhere. This scene was truly shocking and horrifying!

Fortunately, after Huang Hao's flying sword succeeded in hitting him, he did not continue to attack. Otherwise, Lin Chuan would not even have the chance to shout out the word "surrender".

"I surrender!" Lin Chuan's face was filled with fear. He was well aware of the huge gap in strength between him and Huang Hao. Although his own cultivation had also reached the eighth level of Qi Refining, compared to this opponent, the difference was simply worlds apart.

In Lin Chuan's eyes, the seemingly young disciple Huang Hao was definitely strong enough to easily advance into the top 100 of this competition. Therefore, he felt that his voluntary surrender was not too embarrassing.

"Well, Huang Hao has won this competition." The deacon at Arena 19 looked at Huang Hao's youthful face and recalled his information. He knew he was a recent inductee. Just ten years after his induction, he had already reached the ninth level of Qi Refining, on par with the second and third generation disciples. The deacon knew Huang Hao would easily make it into the top 100, even competing with other disciples for the top spots. However, Huang Hao possessed such prowess at such a young age; his future achievements were surely considerable. The deacon at Arena 19 pondered silently.

After he finished his loud announcement, everyone's eyes turned to the arena. The inner sect disciple in charge of that arena flashed and swiftly reached Lin Chuan's side. He carefully helped him off the stage and led him to a designated area for healing. This was the crucial responsibility of the inner sect disciples on every arena: ensuring that injured disciples received timely and effective treatment.

At the same time, Huang Hao, upon hearing the referee declare him the winner, lightly tapped his foot and leaped off the stage like a flash of lightning. Unfortunately, despite the impressive skills displayed by the two of them in this fierce duel, Huang Hao and Lin Chuan's reputation within their sects was so low that few paid much attention to the arena.