Mythical Cultivation

Wu Ming anxiously searched the field for familiar figures and soon spotted Huang Hao, Li Fei, and other friends standing nearby, chatting and laughing. He quickly walked over, greeted them, and then looked at Ishikawa, who looked slightly pale, with concern. "Ishikawa, how is your injury from yesterday? Will it affect today's competition?"

Ishikawa smiled and shook his head, indicating that he was fine, and said gratefully: "Thanks to the superb medical skills of the inner sect brothers, after last night's treatment, my injuries are no longer serious and will not have much impact on today's competition. Please rest assured!" After hearing this, Wu Ming and others finally felt relieved.

Before long, all the outer disciples arrived at the martial arts arena, and the previously noisy scene gradually quieted down. Just then, a tall, ghostly figure suddenly appeared before everyone, causing a slight commotion. It was none other than the Tenth Elder, the one in charge of this outer sect competition. His black robe fluttered in the wind, his face stern, his eyes sharp as an eagle's, making anyone afraid to look directly at him.

The Tenth Elder glanced around, nodded with satisfaction, then cleared his throat and spoke loudly, "Disciples, yesterday's first round of competition has concluded successfully. After a fierce battle, some outstanding disciples have successfully emerged and advanced to today's second round. I hope that you will continue to work hard, perform at your best, and bravely climb to the peak of martial arts..."

After these brief yet powerful words, the Tenth Elder said no more. He turned and walked straight to the platform, where he sat down calmly, looking completely composed. The subsequent matters were handed over to Deacon Wang Cheng.

The second round of competition quickly began, and time passed quickly. In the blink of an eye, it was Li Fei's turn to compete. However, fate did not seem to favor him, because the opponent standing before him was actually a powerful disciple from the previous session who had already reached the ninth level of Qi Refining.

From the very beginning of the match, the disparity between the two sides was clearly apparent. Although Li Fei tried his best and deployed all his skills to counterattack, he was ultimately unable to withstand the opponent's fierce offensive. After just a few rounds, he was helplessly defeated.

However, Li Fei's composure was remarkable. He was fully aware of the chasm between his strength and his opponent's, and understood that this defeat was no accident. Therefore, he didn't wallow in excessive despair. Instead, he silently vowed in his heart: he would redouble his efforts in training, improve his strength, and strive to avenge his previous defeat in future competitions.

Then, it was Zhao Xiaohai's turn. This time, Zhao Xiaohai's luck was slightly better. He faced another Qi Refining Level 8 disciple. Their cultivation was roughly equal, but in terms of actual combat power, Zhao Xiaohai was clearly superior.

At the referee's command, a fierce battle erupted. Zhao Xiaohai's movements were agile and his moves were skillful, each one imbued with immense power. His opponent, on the other hand, seemed somewhat overwhelmed and gradually overpowered by Zhao Xiaohai. Ultimately, after a grueling battle, Zhao Xiaohai, with his superior skills and unwavering perseverance, triumphed over his opponent and secured victory.

Ishikawa's situation was different. Having luckily made it through the previous round, he suffered a crushing defeat this time. He faced a middle-aged disciple at the ninth level of Qi Refining, whose strength was far beyond Ishikawa's reach.

Shortly after the match began, the middle-aged disciple unleashed a barrage of ferocious attacks, like a hurricane. Although Ishikawa fought bravely, unleashing his full potential, even exerting 120% of his usual strength, the vast disparity in their cultivation left him powerless, like an ant trying to shake a tree. After just a few moves, Ishikawa was forced to concede defeat and left the arena, filled with resentment.

Although the battle scene of Li Fei and the others attracted more spectators than the first round, there were only a few dozen people. Compared with those disciples who had long been famous in the sect, their popularity was far behind.

You know, whenever those famous disciples had a competition, the scene could be described as a sea of ​​people, with hundreds or even thousands of people coming to watch and cheer. In contrast, the arena on Li Fei and others' side seemed particularly deserted.

However, when it was Huang Hao's turn, the situation took a dramatic turn. This wasn't due to Huang Hao's own fame, but rather to his opponent's impressive credentials. This opponent, Zuo Junyi, was no unknown figure; he had risen to prominence from the previous class. Consequently, as soon as Zuo Junyi took the stage, hundreds of disciples gathered in the audience, all eager to catch a glimpse of his prowess.

Everyone turned their gazes to the unfamiliar Huang Hao, only to find that few recognized him. Aside from a few disciples from the same class as Wu Ming, most held no expectations of him. For a moment, the audience erupted in a clamor, whispering about this drastically different contest, speculating on how many breaths it would take Zuo Junyi to easily defeat Huang Hao.

However, to everyone's surprise, the ensuing outcome was completely unexpected! In less than a hundred breaths, Zuo Junyi, who had been considered a sure winner, was defeated, and in a jaw-dropping manner! In the end, Huang Hao successfully won the match, and this outcome undoubtedly shocked the audience.

"No way! Zuo Junyi actually lost?" There was a burst of exclamations from the crowd, as if they couldn't believe what they saw.

"Who is this Huang Hao? I've never heard of his name before. How could he have such a terrifying cultivation level of the ninth level of Qi Refining? And looking at the competition just now, he was obviously suppressing Zuo Junyi the whole time!" someone asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"Could this be a fake match? Otherwise, with Zuo Junyi's strength, how could he lose to such an unknown guy?"

Questions rose one after another, and the entire scene suddenly became noisy. Hundreds of disciples who had been scattered in various corners of the arena gathered together, whispering and discussing. Even some spectators in other nearby arenas were attracted by the commotion and gathered around curiously to see what was going on.