Starting with the Magic Absorption Technique: I swept through the fantasy world.

"The sect competition doesn't matter. As long as I can follow in the footsteps of the leader and make a name for myself, it's only a matter of time." Xiao Chuan laughed nonchalantly.

Originally, Wang Mu was simply indifferent to desires and wants. In his own words, he was content as long as he was comfortable. As for other things, Wang Mu was too lazy to think about them or not.

However, what happened at the Wang family today greatly affected Wang Mu. Didn't Li Si look down on him? Did he think that an eighth-rank martial artist could lead the Wang family to glory? Well then, he would use facts to show him who the strongest was!

The elders immediately organized a competition.

Xiao Chuan, Wang Mu, and Wang Yu all participated in the competition, and Xiao Bai, as Wang Yu's magical beast, can assist in the battle.

"Oh my god, our opponent is Xin Yunzong." On the night Wang Mu and his group settled in, a helpless voice came from the Linghai Sect's meeting hall.

It turns out that Elder Zhong Qingfeng of the Linghai Sect had just returned from the draw. Their opponent was the Xinyun Sect, a large sect. Moreover, all five of their contestants had reached the tenth-grade martial artist level and were all unharmed.

Using five ninth-rank martial artists to fight five tenth-rank martial artists is like throwing eggs against a rock.

"Elder, I think we don't need to go to tomorrow's match. We can just send someone over and say we're forfeiting," the deputy elder muttered to himself.

"No, even if we lose, we should lose on the competition stage. This will have a great impact on our sect's future enrollment. When the time comes, our contestants will use up all their special moves and then quickly jump off the stage. That will do."

Zhong Qingfeng thought for a moment and then said very seriously.

The recent recruitment of new students has made their sect a lot of money. If their sect surrenders without a fight, their reputation will suffer.

"Alright then, I'll instruct the contestants to jump down as quickly as possible during the competition, otherwise any injuries would be a loss for our sect." The deputy elder seemed somewhat listless.

Several key figures left the discussion hall one after another, looking dejected.

The next morning, Wang Mu and his group were woken up very early. When they saw the substitute members, they were speechless. Most sects have at most two or three substitutes, but look at the Linghai Sect, almost every student is a substitute. It's pure nonsense.

Many people knew their opponents and knew that Linghai Sect was definitely not going to win, so they relaxed and chattered all the way to the competition venue.

"Xiao Qi, you go up. Remember, if anything goes wrong, admit defeat immediately." Seeing that the Xin Yunzong people had already arrived, and that one of the five opposing contestants was already standing on the competition stage.

Xiao Qi was a rather burly young man. He hesitated for a moment, but still went up on stage. His opponent, carrying an iron hammer, had been waiting impatiently for a long time.

"Game start."

"boom!"

Clean and efficient, the guy swung the iron hammer and smashed it down quickly. Poor Xiao Qi, who was at least a fifth-rank martial artist, didn't even have a chance to react before he was knocked unconscious and died.

Blood flowed down Xiao Qi's forehead. The Linghai Sect students looked at each other in dismay. They thought they could still make a move before jumping off the stage, but given the situation, going up there would be tantamount to suicide.

If the other side hits another key target, Xiao Qi's brains might just splatter out.

"Hehe, my name is Siemens, and I also use a hammer. Who from your Linghai Sect wants to come up and challenge me?" As soon as one contestant stepped off the stage, another contestant from Xinyun Sect rushed up.

Both are ninth-rank martial artists, and judging from their physique and height, they are probably even more powerful than the previous one. Looking at their belligerent appearance, whoever goes up will likely have a more miserable end than Xiao Qi.

The remaining four contestants looked at each other, none of them daring to go on stage. There was nothing they could do. As for Zhong Qingfeng, he was somewhat helpless. He had originally planned to lose gracefully, but now it seemed that he had no choice but to admit defeat.

"What's wrong? Nobody dares to go up?"

Siemens brandished his hammer, shouting impatiently.

"I come."

On the bench, a calm voice rang out, drawing everyone's attention. Many were probably wondering, who has a death wish and is going up there to get themselves killed?

"A substitute?" Siemens frowned slightly. If a substitute came up, the opponent might be scared to death before he could even throw the hammer. Sigh, this is really frustrating. He was originally planning to show off.

"Hey, isn't that Wang family's good-for-nothing?"

"Yes, that's the guy with the super good luck."

"..."

Below the competition stage, many people recognized Wang Mu and immediately began to discuss among themselves: how did a contestant from the Wang family end up in the Linghai Sect?

Zhong Qingfeng was about to raise his hand to admit defeat, but he stopped. He had heard a little about Wang Mu, but he never expected that such a good-for-nothing would come to his sect.

As far as I know, the Wang family is currently advancing in the competition. Under normal circumstances, even if a player has a little bit of strength, given Li Si's cunning nature, he would never let them leave.

"It seems this good-for-nothing has no other abilities besides being a good-for-nothing, otherwise why would he have come to our sect?" Zhong Qingfeng felt a sense of helplessness, but his desperate mentality made him decide to wait and see.

"Kid, you've run into me. Your shitty calculations are over. You'd better get off the stage now!"

Siemens didn't care about any of that. He didn't take Wang Mu seriously at all. He was just a useless person without any spiritual energy. He could smash him half to death with a single iron hammer.

Unfortunately, in Wang Mu's eyes, Siemens was full of flaws, especially after Wang Mu comprehended another realm of martial arts.

Currently, his speed hasn't reached the level described in the enlightenment—the body moves with the wind, and man and wind are one. However, ordinary speed is no longer a concern for Wang Mu, especially for Siemens in front of him, who is a strength-type martial artist, and speed is undoubtedly his weakness.

"Game start!"

The referee announced the start of the match, and Siemens, seeing that Wang Mu was still standing there quietly, didn't bother to say anything more and raised his hammer to smash him.

It moved with the force of thunder, but looking at Wang Mu, he was still standing in the same spot, seemingly without any intention of dodging. Could this guy have been scared out of his wits?

Just as the hammer was about to fall, Wang Mu suddenly bent down and kicked forward with his foot, hitting Siemens' leg squarely.

"thump!"

Siemens lost his balance and fell heavily onto the stage.

"hateful."

This time, Wang Mu dodged a little faster than before, and the Siemens hammer missed its target. However, he was horrified to find that the power in his hammer seemed to have gone out of control.