Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter 109 Sect Competition

Shanzhongfang is the headquarters of the Crimson Flame Sect, where all its branches are located. Similarly, this year's sect competition is also being held here.

Long, golden clouds stretched across the horizon, and the pale red glow of dawn painted the east. Han Yi arrived at a square, greeted by the magnificent morning glow.

Han Yi arrived early. At that time, the square was empty except for ten high platforms, which were the venue for the competition.

Han Yi wasn't in a hurry; instead, he sat quietly in a corner and waited.

thump, thump, thump

As the time-telling drum sounded, more and more people began to gather…

"Brother Yi!"

As Han Yi was pondering his cultivation plan, a somewhat familiar voice interrupted his thoughts.

He turned his head and saw Wang Shan, who looked excited and agile, walking quickly toward him.

"Wang Shan, it's been so long..."

Han Yi smiled, feeling a pleasant surprise. He hadn't expected to see an old acquaintance here.

Before leaving the guard team, he sought out Wang Shan alone and taught him some training experience of the "Crushing Mountain Fist," and left Wang Shan the "Qi and Blood Powder" that he no longer needed.

It now seems that Wang Shan has listened to what he said and has seriously practiced.

In Han Yi's view, '18~22' floated above Wang Shan's head, estimating that he was also at the mid-stage of Bone Refining. No wonder he was able to stand out from the group of outer disciples.

The sect's recruitment competition consists of three rounds. The first and second rounds are held in various camps outside the sect, and the rules for the first and second rounds are even simpler...

The rules are called "Dominating All Directions," which sounds nice but is cruel. Simply put, it means that in a chaotic battle, the winner takes all and the opponent is forced to admit defeat. As long as no one is killed, any means can be used!

The Crimson Flame Sect has dozens of camps outside An Yan City, with a total of several thousand people. Naturally, they cannot fight one-on-one, as there is simply not enough time. Instead, they adopt a melee format in the arena, and the last one standing can advance to the second round.

The second round also uses a free-for-all rule, and only the final winner can advance to the third round and come to Anyan City to compete against each other on the arena.

Looking at the newly added scars on Wang Shan's originally youthful face, Han Yi sighed.

He knew that Wang Shan's journey into the third round of the competition would be fraught with hardship and difficulty.

"Yes, Brother Yi, it's been a long time. What happened at the camp..." Wang Shan couldn't hide his excitement as he enthusiastically recounted his experiences over the past few days to Han Yi.

"Oh, you mean Wang Meng, the new guy at the mining camp, and Manager Wang has been quite kind to you?"

Another familiar name entered his ears, and Han Yi recalled the laughing and joking scenes with Wang Meng, Li Feng, and Pan Sheng when he was in the Ninth Squad of the Guard Team.

"Yes, if it weren't for Steward Wang's kindness, I really wouldn't have had time to practice the 'Mountain Crushing Fist'..."

Wang Shan's face was full of gratitude towards Wang Meng.

Han Yi smiled and shook his head. This Wang Meng must have been paying attention to Wang Shan because of me. I never expected that Wang Meng, who was usually so quiet and honest, would become so shrewd after becoming a manager…

boom!

Suddenly, a fierce gust of wind from a punch came whistling from behind Han Yi. Although this punch was powerful and fierce, it made no attempt to hold back and seemed to be a test.

Before Han Yi could think any further, the muscles in his arms began to undulate like strong tree roots, and his blood and qi flowed rapidly to his limbs and bones, unleashing a powerful aura.

"Good punch!"

With a shout of approval, the fists clashed fiercely, each trying to outdo the other. Then, two hard, calloused fists collided violently!

Bang!

With that punch, Han Yi took a step back, while the person opposite him swayed and also took a step back.

"Hahaha, Han Yi, you haven't been slacking off lately, you actually managed to withstand half of my strength!"

Han Yi looked up in response and saw a tall, burly man in dark leather armor laughing heartily at him. The man's overall strength was estimated to be between 70 and 88. This attacker was no stranger; it was Instructor Lin, who had taught Han Yi the Yang Yuan Gong technique.

Although Instructor Lin's face was full of smiles, he secretly shook his slightly numb fist, while his heart was filled with turbulent surprise.

He was a late-stage Blood Refining martial artist; even at half his power, he possessed the strength of a late-stage Bone Refining martial artist. Unexpectedly, in just a few months, this little guy Han Yi had grown so rapidly…

"Hello, Instructor Lin!"

"All of this is thanks to Instructor Lin's guidance! If Instructor Lin hadn't brought me into the sect, I wouldn't have had the chance to join the Ninth Squad, let alone become an inner disciple, and naturally I wouldn't have my current cultivation level and combat strength!"

Han Yi bowed respectfully, and the sedan chair was carried by many people; after all, saying a few nice words was free.

"Hahaha, you're getting better and better at talking..." The smile on Instructor Lin's resolute face was as bright as a blooming chrysanthemum, and even his scars seemed to have softened a bit.

"Han Yi, it's been a long time!"

Behind him, another person stepped forward and waved to Han Yi.

"Li Tie, you've made it to the third round too..."

Han Yi smiled faintly and waved in response.

Han Yi wasn't surprised that Li Tie was able to get through the first two rounds of melee. Li Tie's strength was already far superior to others when he was in the camp. Moreover, by the time he left the guard camp, Li Tie had already broken through to the mid-stage of Bone Refinement.

"And the two of us..."

Meng Hu and Han Zhong also came over.

"I really envy Han Yi for being able to become an inner disciple directly. We still have to go through a third round of competition..."

"..." Han Yi didn't reply. Meng Hu, who used to speak arrogantly because he had a bodyguard, had now become sour and sarcastic...

"Instructor Lin, what are the rules for the third round?"

he asked.

"Hmm..."

“In previous years, the third round of the sect competition was conducted by drawing lots… If you were lucky, you might draw a weak opponent, or even get a bye and advance directly. If you were unlucky, you might draw a strong opponent, and then you would have to try again next year.”

"Furthermore, in previous years, the third round of the competition would usually see dozens of people advance, but only about ten new members would be recruited into the inner sect. However, I've heard that the rules for the third round have changed this year, but I can't say for sure what the specifics will be..."