Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter 115 The Competition Ends

At this moment, Xiong Li had exhausted his old strength and had not yet generated new strength. All his power was poured into the iron hammer, and he had not yet had time to stop.

"This Xiong Li is doomed to lose!"

Han Yi made this conclusion after seeing Song Qing's ethereal and graceful movements.

Because Song Qing's sword strike not only employed some kind of martial art, but also likely used a matching movement technique.

scoff!

Although Xiong Li tried his best to raise the iron hammer to block, how could his hasty strength overcome Song Qing's all-out attack? Moreover, the long sword in Song Qing's hand was a treasure!

The 'Green Willow Sword' emitted a faint green light, and like a willow leaf, it pierced through the iron handle and stabbed into Xiong Li's dantian, causing blood to gush out immediately!

Bang!

The spiked hammerhead slammed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Xiong Li let out a pained scream that was unlike anything in human form. His dantian was destroyed, and his martial arts career was almost over.

The gap between them is too big!

Then, Song Qing suddenly drew his Green Willow Sword, and Xiong Li immediately fell to the ground. Without even looking at him, Song Qing flashed and appeared gracefully at the edge of the arena, bowing to Elder Song from afar.

"Wow, what a fast sword! What kind of swordsmanship is this?"

"That's a high-grade Yellow Rank sword technique, the Willow Leaf Sword Technique, and its matching movement technique, the Willow Catkin Movement Technique!"

"Just now, the treasure weapon 'Green Willow Sword' also seemed to activate its penetrating effect, shattering the iron hammer in two with a single strike!"

After a moment of silence, the disciples below the arena erupted in a clamor, all stunned by Song Qing's strength.

'Song Qing, that kid, has gotten so much stronger in combat!'

Han Yi was also taken aback. He knew that Xiong Li was no match for Song Qing, but he did not expect that Song Qing could win in one round, which surprised him.

Although there is a difference in strength between the two, it shouldn't be that they can be defeated in one blow. Could it be that the treasure 'Green Willow Sword' is really that miraculous?

boom!

Elder Li, sitting in the spectator stands, was so angry that his knuckles turned white, and he crushed a fine white jade teacup with his bare hands.

The deacons and disciples around him fell silent, not daring to utter a sound.

"Hahaha, Brother Li, why get so angry? You don't have any children yet, don't get so worked up and damage your health..." Elder Song laughed heartily, saying a few words that seemed to be comforting, but in reality, every word was a veiled insult, mocking Elder Li for not having any offspring.

Sizzle, sizzle

"snort…..."

Elder Li snorted coldly, used his strength to evaporate the water stains on his body, and summoned a steward.

"Among the outer sect members, who else can deal with Song Qing?"

"Reporting to the elder, besides Xiong Li, I'm afraid there is no other suitable candidate..."

The deacon turned ashen-faced and trembled violently.

"What a bunch of trash!"

Elder Li muttered a curse under his breath, but did not blame the steward. He knew his own situation and was also aware that among the outer disciples, there were few who could rival Song Qing.

"You, go and send someone to arrest Xiong Li..." Elder Li gestured to the steward with a gesture of slitting his throat. Xiong Li knew too much, and now he was a cripple, useless to keep.

"Yes, sir, I'll take care of it right away..."

The deacon's eyes hardened, and he cursed the useless Xiong Li in his heart.

The third round of competition continued, and no one dared to challenge Song Qing on his stage. On the other stage, shouts and cheers could be heard from time to time, making it extremely lively.

Song Qing leaned against the edge of the arena, secretly pleased. He had been training in the outer sect for so long, all for this moment of triumph and glory!

At that moment, his eyebrow twitched, and he suddenly saw a familiar face in the spectator stands.

"Hmph, we don't have time to cause trouble for Li Feng right now, so we'll use you as a scapegoat first..."

Song Qing chuckled, a cunning smile spreading across his sinister face as he devised a plan. The time it takes for an incense stick to burn quickly passed, and Song Qing became the first disciple to advance. Without needing a steward to lead the way, he went to Elder Song's side on his own.

Afterwards, Song Qing and Elder Song whispered a few words to each other, and Elder Song smiled and nodded in approval from time to time.

Elder Li, who witnessed this scene, was furious. With a wave of his sleeve, he led several of his men to the other side of the viewing area.

After Song Qing left, someone immediately took his place in the arena.

Without the kind of battle between Song Qing and Xiong Li, the onlookers suddenly found the other matches rather dull.

Soon, one after another, the outer disciples emerged victorious, and the third round of the competition came to an end!

In the middle of the square, there were more than fifty people scattered around. These were all people who had been promoted to inner disciples. This year's recruitment number was the highest in history!

This year's third round of competition offered generous rewards and had no limit on the number of people that could be recruited, so all the outer disciples were fighting tooth and nail for it.

Unfortunately, Han Yi's old acquaintances Wang Shan, Meng Hu, and Han Zhong were defeated and will have to come back to participate next year.

Han Yi felt regretful, but there was nothing he could do. Their accumulated knowledge was still too weak compared to that of the other veteran disciples!

Only Li Tie successfully advanced based on his own strength!

"Han Yi, I really envy you for being able to enter the inner sect without having to compete..."

Earlier, backstage, Han Yi encountered the injured Meng Hu, who had been stabbed in the leg and spoke incoherently.

Therefore, Han Yi realized his special status among the group of advancers. He did not want to cause trouble, so he mingled into the team early and stood in a corner with Li Tie.

At the very front of the group was Song Qing, who had shone brightly in the competition!

"The following is the list of disciples who have advanced, Song Qing..." Elder Li's indifferent voice rang out from the high platform. He didn't even look at the line below. Who told that annoying Song Qing to be in the first place? He just couldn't stand looking at him!

As each name was called, the disciples reacted in different ways. Some had red eyes and were so excited they seemed to be crying, while others were overjoyed. If they weren't covered in wounds, they would probably be so happy they would be doing somersaults.

"...Han Yi, that concludes the competition for all disciples who have successfully advanced. I hope that all of you will remain humble and diligent in the future, and contribute to the glory of our Crimson Flame Sect!"

Finally, Elder Li said a few casual words and prepared to step down and leave.

"Elder Li, isn't there something wrong with this list?"

Suddenly, a voice tinged with laughter rang out, leaving everyone puzzled.

Everyone looked over at the sound, and saw Song Qing, who was at the very front of the line, suddenly speak up and ask a question. For some reason, Han Yi had a bad feeling, as if someone was poking him in the eye of a needle with a voodoo doll.