The Legend of the Netherworld

On the ring, the atmosphere was in full swing. Huyan Gaolang from the Zen Hall mobilized all his strength, and his fists turned into huge shadows like golden bells, smashing hard at Ye Ting from the Star Pavilion.

Ye Ting's face was solemn, and she prayed silently in her heart: "I must hold on!"

She resisted with all her might, but the immense force still sent her flying. Her body slammed into the barrier like a rag doll, making a dull thud that seemed to shake even the air.

The cheers from the surrounding audience rose one after another, and the atmosphere was instantly pushed to a climax. The excited disciples stood up and applauded, as if they had become part of the battle at this moment.

Lin Xiao took advantage of the excitement, but he felt a little nervous. He quickly left the stands, carrying two large bags of fairy jade, and ran towards the back mountain. The sunlight shone through the treetops onto him, and his shadow stretched on the ground, making him look a little lonely.

The headmaster's gaze followed closely until Lin Xiao's figure completely disappeared from his sight. His brows furrowed slightly, and he secretly thought about Lin Xiao's potential and future.

Lin Xiao quickly returned to the back mountain and headed straight for the dirty Taoist's favorite cave. Sunlight streamed through the cracks on the stone platform, creating a crisscross of light and shadow, as if telling a story of the past.

He sat cross-legged, carefully placing the two bags of fairy jade in front of him, and whispered to himself, "After the battle with Gongsun Minghui, his realm has significantly improved, his energy has become more abundant, and it seems that he will break through at any time."

Closing his eyes, Lin Xiao's thoughts began to swirl, recalling every move and every style when fighting with Gongsun Minghui. The strength in his body surged like a river, as if responding to his desire for power.

He waved his hand, and twenty pieces of fairy jade floated out like stars, turned into green light, and quickly entered his body.

Instantly, he felt a surge of spiritual energy from all around him. The air was filled with fresh spiritual energy, with a slight chill. Lin Xiao's lips curled up, and he felt excited: "The time for a breakthrough has finally come!"

He used the "Boundless Sea of ​​Mind" technique, allowing himself to absorb the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, as if he had become the center of the earth.

At the same time, on the ring, Lin Jiao stood at the forefront of the battle, and her opponent was Li Yao from Tianji Pavilion.

Lin Qing comforted her calmly, "Li Yao is only at the Dingmao level 3, and her strength is almost the same as Dong Ling from the Chanyi Hall. You should be able to handle it easily."

"Thank you for the reminder, senior brother. I will try my best." Lin Jiao's voice was firm and calm, like a snow-covered mountain, and then she jumped onto the stage.

Li Yao was in the center of the arena, smiling slightly, as if she was looking forward to the fight. "Please give it your all, Senior Sister Lin Jiao. I want to test your true strength on behalf of Senior Brother Zhang Ning."

Lin Jiao's expression was cold, her eyes like knives, and she responded indifferently: "Even if you don't say it, I will go all out. This is my fighting attitude."

Li Yao's eyes flashed, and she couldn't wait to mobilize her strength to perform the "Seven Star Thunder Formation".

Instantly, seven stars appeared on the stage, and lightning struck like the roar of the gods. As the lightning flashed, the audience gasped in surprise, rising to their feet in excitement, as if they were about to witness this grand event firsthand.

Lin Jiao didn't hesitate. Her flaming wings spread out like blazing flames, and she charged at Li Yao with a scorching aura. As she approached Li Yao, a flaming sickle appeared in her hand, slicing through the air and instantly knocking Li Yao to the ground.

"Ah!" Li Yao was powerless to fight back and fell heavily, blood spurting out. Her heart was filled with resentment and shock. Lin Jiao pointed at her coldly, her tone as cold as ice: "You lose."

"Why are you completely unaffected by my formation?" Li Yao looked confused, with astonishment and unwillingness in her eyes, as if everything was beyond her expectations.

"When you reach my level, you will naturally understand." Lin Jiao answered softly, and the flint in her hand immediately turned invisible. She turned around gracefully and returned to the stands.

At this time, Elder Xingchen slowly walked to the front of the stands and announced, "Lin Jiao wins. The next match is between Cheng Ruoxi from Xuanzhen Pavilion and Yao Jingxuan from Baicao Garden."

In the stands, the disciples were talking among themselves, the atmosphere was like a scorching summer day, as if sparks could ignite at any moment.

Yu Fei frowned slightly, his eyes revealing shock and admiration. He raised his voice slightly, "Except for Senior Brother Gongsun Minghui, who was eliminated by Lin Xiao yesterday, the remaining Senior Brothers Lin Jiao, Zhang Ning, and Li Qing seem more and more abnormal the more you look at them. They are simply invincible."

"They're the best in our academy. It's normal for them to be a little abnormal," Minghu said, his lips curled up slightly, his expression filled with admiration. "In this competition, there will definitely be a strongest person who will make it out."

"I'm still more optimistic about Brother Li Qing. I really want to see his competition today." A supporter of Li Qing's eyes flickered, as if he was expecting a visual feast.

"I want to see Senior Brother Zhang Ning's!" Another supporter of Zhang Ning immediately retorted, his face full of excitement.

The debate between the two sides' supporters instantly ignited the entire stands. The voices rose and fell, passionate and exciting, like an invisible contest.

Lin Jiao returned to her seat from the ring, a faint smile on her face. Her aura was like a gentle breeze, attracting the attention of those around her.

Liu Yi couldn't help but walk forward, his face full of curiosity, his voice slightly nervous: "Sister Lin Jiao, what realm are you at now? It seems that other people who fight you are killed instantly."

Lin Jiao smiled slightly, with a mysterious light flashing in her eyes, and said softly: "You will know soon." Her words were like a foreshadowing, making people more expectant, and a surge of curiosity in their hearts.

On the stage, following Cheng Ruoxi's victory, Elder Chanxin stepped forward and thundered, "Cheng Ruoxi wins. The next match will be between Zhang Ning from the Tianji Pavilion and Chu Xiaofeng from the Xuanzhen Pavilion."

As soon as the words fell, the crowd erupted in excitement. Although everyone knew this would be a one-hit show, they were still filled with anticipation for the excitement to unfold. Excitement and nervousness intertwined, the air seemed to vibrate, and even the breeze carried a sense of urgency.

Zhang Ning and Chu Xiaofeng walked onto the stage, saluted each other, and their eyes revealed their determination to fight.

The aura around Zhang Ning was like the calm before the storm, as if a sleeping beast was about to awaken. He circulated the energy in his body, formed seals with his hands, and prepared to cast a spell. The air around him seemed to become thicker because of his pressure.

At this moment, Chu Xiaofeng raised his hand and said in an almost unbelievable trembling voice: "I give up." His trembling voice was like fallen leaves in the autumn wind, full of fear, as if he was forced to make the most difficult decision.

There was an uproar at the scene, and shock came like a tide. This was the first time that someone surrendered without making a single move.

The disciples sighed incessantly, and some even mocked loudly: "Coward, coward, you don't even dare to make a move, you have spent all these years in the academy in vain!" The mocking voices fell like raindrops, and more eyes were focused on Chu Xiaofeng, as if he had become the target of public criticism.

Elder Xuantian, sitting in the elders' stand, had a gloomy expression on his face. Anger swirled around him like a raging fire. He gripped the armrest tightly, his voice low and filled with anger: "Such a coward is actually my disciple. It's truly a disgrace to our sect."

His voice was like a thunderclap, shocking everyone present. Even the disciples around him held their breath and felt a tightness in their hearts.

He waved his hand, and a bubble suddenly emerged from his palm, enveloping Chu Xiaofeng. He then took him back into his sleeve pocket and said coldly, "Reflect on yourself in there. I'll let you out when you've figured it out."

The disciples in the stands were shocked by this scene at first, but then they all applauded in agreement. This move was very pleasing to the people. Many people had satisfied smiles on their faces, and they admired Elder Xuantian even more in their hearts. They all whispered about what had just happened.

The headmaster stood in front of the stands and announced, "Zhang Ning wins. The next match is between Li Qing from the Zen Hall and Xia Fenghua from the Star Pavilion."

His voice was loud and powerful, which seemed to inject new expectations into the upcoming game. The disciples around him looked at him with eager eyes, expecting the new battle to begin.

After Elder Xuantian's punishment, the atmosphere on the ring gradually returned to its previous warmth. Everyone seemed to have reached a tacit understanding. No one dared to surrender easily anymore, and their attention was refocused on the competition that was about to begin.

Everyone knew that Chu Xiaofeng's previous experience had deeply alerted them. This time, when Li Qing appeared, it would definitely be an unparalleled feast of instant kills.

Xia Fenghua from Xingchen Pavilion was already standing in the center of the arena, with a look of determination between his brows.

Li Qing jumped lightly, like a nimble bird of prey, and easily jumped into the ring. The aura of the Jiayin Seventh Realm he exuded was like an invisible oppression, which made people feel awe.

Xia Fenghua saluted Li Qing, and Li Qing nodded slightly, indicating that they could start at any time.

Xia Fenghua showed no fear, his gaze blazing, his heart resolute. He began to mobilize his inner strength, quickly forming seals and casting a spell. A single move, "Nature's Wrath Vines," roared out, and green vines erupted from the ground like a raging dragon, attempting to entangle Li Qing.

However, Li Qing did not intend to give him any chance. He left a residual shadow in place, used the "phantom body technique", and instantly came behind Xia Fenghua and kicked him suddenly.

At that moment, his figure was like a tiger pouncing, unstoppable.

Xia Fenghua was kicked away without any warning and hit the barrier on the opposite side heavily, making a dull sound.

Everyone thought the competition was over, but they didn't expect that Xia Fenghua would stand up again after the heavy blow. The blood flowing from the corner of his mouth was particularly dazzling under the white light of the ring, but he didn't care. He quickly formed seals and prepared to strengthen his previous moves.

However, Li Qing was not willing to be outdone. He found that vines were continuously growing out of the ground. He was secretly alert and quickly thought of a countermeasure.

He leaped forward, breaking free from his restraints in an instant, flew into the air, looked down at Xia Fenghua below, and said calmly: "It seems that I underestimated you."

Before he could finish his words, Xia Fenghua suddenly felt a chill, and saw a human-shaped lightning strike him down.

Li Qing had already appeared in front of him, and the rhythm of the entire battle was in his control with ease.

The disciples in the stands were stunned, their hearts filled with shock at Li Qing's strength. They exclaimed, "This is too terrifying! I didn't even see the moves, and he fell down!"

Minghu seemed a little annoyed. He said loudly: "Damn Chu Xiaofeng surrendered too quickly. If I could see him fight with Senior Brother Zhang Ning, I would be able to tell more clearly who is stronger between Senior Brother Li Qing and Senior Brother Zhang Ning." His words were full of regret.

"If I can't find the figure at all, the person is gone?" Liu Yi was also shocked and lost himself, and his voice was a little panicked.

Lin Jiao replied calmly: "When you reach that level, you will find that it is actually just like that. It doesn't seem very fast to me." Her tone was as calm as water, but revealed a hint of calm confidence.

Liu Yi, Wang Hao and others immediately cast helpless glances at her response, thinking to themselves that it seemed that Lin Jiao's understanding of combat had reached another level.

On the ring, Li Qing turned his back to Xia Fenghua and whispered, "You're a little clever, but in the face of true strength, all your tricks are in vain." His words were like the cold wind of winter, biting, direct, and merciless.

After saying this, Li Qing left the ring indifferently, his figure gradually walking away, while the supporters in the stands, especially the younger sisters, exclaimed: "So cool!"

"Li Qingsheng from Chanyi Hall, the next match is between He Weiqi from Sanyuan Palace and Jiang Jingchuan from Xuanzhen Pavilion." Elder Xuanzhen spoke, his expression relaxed and no longer filled with anger.

After this battle, he seemed to feel a little relieved.

In the following games, everyone watched with great interest, looking forward to new exciting performances.

At this time, Lin Xiao, who was in seclusion in the back mountain, was absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth like a mad gust of wind, and the strength in his body was surging.

At the end of today's competition, Ming Hu, the opening master, announced the latest championship odds to everyone after reviewing the day's competition. He said, "Brother Li Qing's odds are now 1:1.5, Brother Zhang Ning's odds are 1:1.8, and Sister Lin Jiao's odds are 1:2."

After hearing this, everyone started discussing, "How come Senior Brother Li Qing's odds have gone up, while Senior Brother Zhang Ning and Senior Sister Lin Jiao's odds have gone down? Looking at it today, Senior Brother Li Qing is still the strongest."

Yu Fei took the opportunity to say, "Don't worry about the odds. There are rarely upsets in this kind of competition. Just buy the one with the lowest odds. You can't go wrong."

At this time, Ming Hu continued loudly: "Everyone, I am going to announce a major event now. The current candidate for the "First Place in the Martial Arts Tournament" will join Lin Xiao, and his odds are one to five."

"What, Lin Xiao?" Everyone was shocked. A disciple at the Jiazi Eighth Realm could actually have odds, although Lin Xiao had luckily not been eliminated yet.

Someone looked incredulous and asked doubtfully, "Are you sure you didn't make a mistake? I, Mo Yuan, have no odds at the Dingmao Four Realms, but he has odds at the Jiazi Eighth Realm. Are you sure you're not mistaken?"

"There is absolutely no mistake. This is what I have considered carefully and also the results of the competitions these days. You can choose not to sell it, but its odds will always be there," Minghu said firmly.