Transmigration: A person in a martial arts world, cultivating to ascend to immortality

The first competition concluded amidst enthusiastic cheers and thunderous applause.

The atmosphere at the scene was completely energized, and everyone was filled with anticipation for the martial artists who would take the stage next.

Soon, amidst everyone's anticipation, a young man who looked to be around twenty years old, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, dressed in black casual clothes and holding a goose-feather saber, strode onto the training ground.

The man's name was Hong Lian, and he was also a rogue cultivator.

As soon as Hong Lian entered the arena, he looked directly in the direction of the Left Chancellor and announced in a loud voice:

"The duel between Senior Brother Zuo and Senior Brother Shi just now was truly spectacular! Especially Senior Brother Zuo's final move, 'Myriad Clouds Flying Light,' was simply breathtaking! I know I am not skilled enough, but after much deliberation, I still can't resist wanting to experience the exquisite swordsmanship of the Falling Clouds Sect!"

"You want to challenge me too?"

The Left Chancellor looked at Hong Lian with a gloomy face.

To be honest, he was genuinely angry!

What do they all think of him?!

Leaving aside the previous Shi Jing, at least in terms of their level of understanding, the two were on the same level.

At this moment, what was this brat with thick eyebrows and big eyes? He was just a second-rate rogue cultivator who dared to challenge him without knowing his own limitations.

The next moment, Zuo Cheng realized that he had been wrong.

Hong Lian shook his head and said, "Senior Brother Zuo is a first-rate expert. My strength is too low to presume to challenge him." As he spoke, he fixed his gaze on a woman standing behind Zuo Cheng. "The one I wish to challenge is another junior sister from the Luo Xia Sect. I wonder if this junior sister would be willing to teach me?"

"You—want to fight me?"

Gu Miao, who was gazing blankly at the white clouds, slowly looked away, pointed to herself with a bewildered expression, and seemed somewhat disbelieving of what Hong Lian had said.

Hong Lian nodded. "That's right. May I ask how this junior sister is addressed?"

"My name is Gu Miao." Gu Miao said, then looked at Hong Lian and pointed at himself again, asking, "Are you sure you want to fight me?"

Hong Lian nodded vigorously again. "What? Could it be that Junior Sister Gu thinks my strength is too weak and I am not worthy to fight with you?" In his heart, he was thinking to himself, "This girl is so slow to react, she must not be very bright."

Gu Miao shook his head and said nonchalantly, "I don't look down on you. If you want to fight, then fight." After saying that, he walked past Zuo Cheng and headed towards the center of the training ground.

As Zuo Cheng watched Gu Miao's retreating figure as he walked towards the training ground, he felt that something was amiss.

After Gu Miao arrived at the center of the training ground and stood opposite him, Hong Lian clasped his hands in a fist salute, first introducing himself, and then said:

"Please, Junior Sister Gu!"

Seeing this, Gu Miao also clasped his hands in a fist salute to Hong Lian and replied, "Senior Brother Hong, please."

However, compared to Hong Lian, her actions and demeanor were less serious and more nonchalant.

Hong Lian did not hold back because her opponent was a woman. She took the initiative, leaped into the air, gripped the goose feather saber tightly with both hands, and slashed at Gu Miao.

Gu Miao remained expressionless as he looked at Hong Lian's fierce slash at him, drew his longsword, and stepped forward to block it.

Swords clashed, and the two were locked in a fierce battle in an instant.

Don't let Gu Miao's lazy and listless appearance fool you; when she gets going, her moves are anything but slow.

The two were limited by their skill levels, and the moves they used looked much simpler than the previous match between Shi Jing and Zuo Cheng.

But this did not dampen the enthusiasm of the crowd.

Gu Miao and Hong Lian are both at the late stage of the second-rate realm, and their moves are mainly offensive with little defensiveness.

Hong Lian's swordsmanship was expansive and powerful, like a tiger pouncing on its prey; Gu Miao's swordsmanship was swift and sharp, like an eagle spreading its wings.

The two exchanged over thirty blows. Each had their strengths and weaknesses, but in the end, neither was able to capitalize on their advantage and amplify it, as the other quickly turned the tide.

The intense and fierce battle gripped everyone's attention, with almost every spectator staring intently at the two figures that were constantly tumbling across the arena.

Watching Gu Miao and Hong Lian locked in combat, Qi Changqing silently estimated in his mind that with his current strength, if he were to use all his strength to fight these two one-on-one, he would have about a 70% chance of defeating them.

Of course, if the two had other, more powerful moves that they hadn't used yet, the outcome would be entirely different.

Just as everyone thought a draw was about to happen, a flaw suddenly appeared in Hong Lian's moves.

At this moment, Hong Lian was already at a disadvantage. With another opening exposed, Gu Miao seized the opportunity to intensify the attack, suppressing Hong Lian until she had no chance to turn the tide.

Seeing that he had lost any chance of turning the tide, Hong Lian shouted loudly, "Alright! I surrender!"

Gu Miao paused, then stopped his attack.

Hong Lian wiped his sweat, clasped his hands in a fist salute to Gu Miao, and said with a smile, "Junior Sister Gu, you are truly skilled. I have lost this battle!"

Gu Miao shook his head, tilted his head to look at Hong Lian, and said with certainty, "You're letting me win! I can feel that you didn't use your full strength when you fought me."

Hong Lian's smile froze for a moment, but he quickly masked it, replying with a hint of grievance, "Junior Sister Gu, you're really giving me too much credit! I would like to give way to you, but my strength simply doesn't allow it! You are indeed stronger than me, so I accept my defeat wholeheartedly!"

Gu Miao put on a "I don't believe you" expression, but didn't say anything more. After putting away his sword, he turned around and left the training ground.

Hong Lian secretly felt a chill run down her spine. She clasped her hands in a fist salute to Lu Songlin, who had stood up to announce the results, and then turned and left, returning to the spot where she had started.

Two disciples from the Luoxia Sect went on stage in succession and won both, instantly winning loud applause and cheers from the audience.

However, Du Ya, who was sitting at the head of the table, did not appear to be very happy. Instead, he narrowed his eyes and looked at the twenty-six young martial artists who had signed up to spar.

Yuan Ding, who was sitting next to Lu Xuan, did the same thing.

The first to appear in the third round was still a rogue cultivator. The only difference from the first two rounds was that this rogue cultivator who stepped onto the martial arts arena was a woman dressed in red.

The woman's name was An Minjun, and she was about the same age as Shi Jing. Her weapon was a long black whip.

An Minjun chose Yan Jiaojiao from the Xuehua faction as her opponent.

An Minjun has a hot figure and is charming and attractive; Yan Jiaojiao has a sharp temperament and is full of heroic spirit.

Although the two exude completely different temperaments, it is undeniable that they both possess outstanding and eye-catching appearances.

Watching two stunningly beautiful women with contrasting personalities spar was undoubtedly a godsend for the male audience members, making their eyes light up.

For them, the outcome of this competition is no longer important.

They wanted to memorize every move from the competition so they could use it as bragging material with their friends and talking points for boasting at the dinner table.