Mythical Cultivation

Sadly, despite Mei Lingshuang's best efforts, she ultimately lost. This outcome was like a bucket of cold water poured over the hearts of her supporters, instantly causing an uproar. Some agitated disciples even began to curse Mei Lingshuang's opponent: "How could this guy be so cruel? He showed no mercy to our beautiful junior sister. He has no sense of sympathy. He's a complete blockhead!" Some even shouted for an apology from the opponent.

But at the same time, some more rational disciples expressed different opinions: "In fact, Mei Lingshuang's strength is just average. She is lucky to be among the top 100. It is almost impossible for her to go further with her current level." As soon as these words came out, they immediately triggered rebuttals and arguments from other disciples, and the audience was in chaos for a while.

Mei Lingshuang was naturally in a terrible mood at the moment. Having already lost the competition, she felt lost and frustrated, and now, hearing the accusations and questions from the audience, she felt even more furious. Her face was as gloomy as water. After glaring fiercely at the noisy crowd, she left the stage without hesitation and hurried away without looking back. Seeing this, Wu Ming and the others following behind her hurriedly quickened their pace to catch up.

"Don't take it too seriously! Victory and defeat are common in the military. Who hasn't experienced failure? There's no need to be so obsessed with the defeat in a competition." Wu Ming comforted softly while chasing.

"Yeah, look at me, I couldn't even make it into the top 100. Am I going to die? Besides, there are many brothers who have already entered the ninth level of Qi Refining, but they still didn't make it into the top 100. What should they do? We have only been practicing for a short ten years, and there is still a long way to go in the future!" Zhao Xiaohai gestured beside him and used himself as an example to enlighten Mei Lingshuang.

Wang Xiaohu and Li Fei also quickly echoed: "That's right, we have plenty of time to slowly improve our strength, there is no need to be so anxious."

Mei Lingshuang felt a warm surge of emotion as she listened to everyone's caring words, her previously heavy heart lightening slightly. She'd simply been momentarily baffled, but now, after some persuasion, she was gradually coming to understand the underlying reasoning. They were all equally gifted, and it had only taken her ten years to catch up to her senior brothers who had practiced for a full twenty years. She truly shouldn't be so self-pitying and pretentious.

"Okay, thank you so much for your comfort. I have completely figured it out now." Mei Lingshuang tried hard to force a smile on her face and said to the people around her.

Seeing that Mei Lingshuang's mood was no longer as gloomy and depressed as before, the others finally felt relieved. After all, the three of them had successfully entered the top 100, and now Huang Hao had successfully advanced, while Mei Lingshuang had not yet been able to advance. Therefore, everyone's attention was now focused on Wu Ming, wondering if he could achieve another success.

Unfortunately, Wu Ming's name was not on the highly anticipated fourth round of competition. This made the hopeful few feel somewhat disappointed, but they still decided to go to the competition venue to watch the other contestants' exciting competition.

As they watched the middle-aged brothers display their prowess on stage, a wave of admiration welled up in their hearts. These brothers, worthy of being disciples who had cultivated for a full twenty years, were truly exceptional! After careful observation, they were surprised to discover that most of them had cultivation levels far higher than their own. It seemed that their successful entry into the top 100 was, in part, due to a bit of luck. With this thought, Mei Lingshuang, who had been brooding over her failure to advance, finally felt relieved.

However, for Wu Ming, the pressure was growing heavier. Witnessing the formidable strength displayed by successive waves of disciples ahead of him, he knew that standing out in this fierce competition would be no easy task. Fortunately, Wu Ming possessed a strong mental fortitude. Despite the immense pressure, he remained confident that he could withstand it. After all, his goal from the outset had been simply to successfully enter the top 100 and obtain the invaluable Foundation Establishment Pill. As for how far he would ultimately advance, that would depend entirely on his performance.

As time passed, the fourth round of competition drew to a close. Finally, the long-awaited moment arrived—it was Wu Ming's turn to step onto the stage, filled with both challenges and opportunities! With determined steps, Wu Ming walked onto the stage alongside his opponent.

At this moment, the referee in the field shouted loudly: "Wu Ming, has Zhao Wuji entered the arena?" Then, Wu Ming and his opponent responded in unison: "Wu Ming, Zhao Wuji has entered the arena." The voice was loud and crisp, as if announcing to everyone that they were ready for the battle.

Indeed, the formidable opponent standing across from Wu Ming was none other than Zhao Wuji, renowned among the Outer Sect disciples! Zhao Wuji had already reached the pinnacle of the ninth level of Qi Refining several years ago, his fame known to all within the Outer Sect. If it weren't for the exorbitant price and scarcity of Foundation Establishment Pills, Zhao Wuji would have already reached the Foundation Establishment stage years ago. Why would he even bother participating in this Outer Sect competition?

At this moment, nearly two hundred people had gathered below the arena where the two men were standing. Only a handful of them had come to watch Wu Ming's match; the vast majority were there to feast their eyes on Zhao Wuji. After all, Zhao Wuji was a renowned figure, his reputation deeply ingrained in everyone's minds.

When Mei Lingshuang, Li Fei, and the others discovered that Wu Ming's opponent was Zhao Wuji, a renowned veteran disciple, they couldn't help but feel a pang of worry for him. They knew this competition would be incredibly difficult for Wu Ming, and his chances of winning were slim. But now that things had come to this, they could only silently pray that Wu Ming wouldn't be seriously injured.

Wu Ming himself had naturally heard of Zhao Wuji's reputation, and he knew full well that facing such a formidable opponent, his chances of victory were slim. However, he didn't give up easily. Instead, he felt a strong fighting spirit—he wanted to take this opportunity to test his own strength.

You should know that since the start of this competition, Wu Ming has not yet exerted his full strength. This duel with Zhao Wuji will allow him to show his true strength level without reservation.