I cultivate the Chaos Technique

The Lingyun Sword Sect's once-every-five-years disciple competition has finally begun, and the entire sect is filled with a tense and exciting atmosphere.

This grand competition is not only an opportunity for the disciples to showcase their strength, but also a focus of attention both inside and outside the sect. The preliminary rounds of the competition adopted a unique arena rule, divided into five arenas: East, West, South, North, and Center. On each arena, one person would take the stage first to set up the challenge, and the other disciples would challenge in turn.

If the challenger succeeds, they can take over and become the new champion; the loser will be eliminated.

This kind of competition means that the person who goes on stage first will be under tremendous pressure, and only those who are extremely confident in their abilities will dare to be the first to step onto the stage.

After all, being the first to step onto the stage means facing a barrage of attacks from numerous challengers, and a slight misstep could result in defeat or even elimination.

As the competition began, the rivalry on the five arenas quickly intensified. Numerous disciples were eager to prove themselves and stand out in this grand contest.

However, unexpectedly, the first person to step onto the East Platform was not an ordinary disciple of the sect, but Mo Tianxiao, who was known as one of the "Eight Vajras".

Mo Tianxiao, with a cultivation level at the peak of Foundation Establishment, possessed profound swordsmanship and had demonstrated formidable combat prowess in numerous competitions. His appearance instantly enlivened the entire East Terrace, drawing everyone's attention to him.

"It seems that Mo Tianxiao is determined to win this competition," a disciple said in a low voice, his tone full of awe.

“Yes, he’s one of the Eight Vajras, and his strength is unfathomable. I’m afraid no one will dare to challenge him easily now.” Another disciple nodded in agreement.

Mo Tianxiao stood in the center of the arena, a cold smile on his face, arms crossed, his gaze sweeping arrogantly over his surroundings. He had absolute confidence in his strength, believing that no one present could shake his position. His posture sparked discussion among the disciples, but no one dared to easily step onto the stage to challenge him.

Time ticked by, and the disciples watching grew increasingly tense and oppressed. Mo Tianxiao's imposing aura seemed to have robbed them of their courage to challenge him. However, the same situation occurred on several other arenas.

On the West Platform, Li Tianyu, another of the Eight Vajras, also displayed formidable strength. Like Mo Tianxiao, Li Tianyu's cultivation had reached the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage. His swordsmanship was swift and sharp, and he mercilessly defeated the disciples who came to challenge him.

The atmosphere on the West Platform became increasingly tense, and many disciples began to back down, no longer daring to go up and challenge.

The competition was equally fierce in the South, North, and Central arenas. Several confident disciples took to the stage one after another, defeating their challengers and displaying extraordinary strength. The outstanding performances of these disciples made the atmosphere on the stage even more intense, and the onlookers felt that the competition in this preliminary round was more brutal than ever before.

Despite the formidable strength of the disciples who first ascended the five arenas, the crowd below was unwilling to give up. Especially after witnessing Mo Tianxiao's unparalleled dominance on the East Arena, many disciples were ignited with fighting spirit, yearning to successfully challenge him and claim the title of Arena Champion.

Just then, a disciple with a cold and aloof demeanor suddenly stepped out from below the East Platform. He was none other than Lin Tianyu, a powerful figure who had been hiding his strength within the sect. Lin Tianyu usually kept a low profile and never showed off his abilities, so few people knew his true strength. However, at this moment, he resolutely stepped onto the arena, clearly intending to make a name for himself in this competition.

"Mo Tianxiao, I challenge you!" Lin Tianyu's voice echoed across the arena, causing shock and discussion among the crowd.

Mo Tianxiao frowned slightly, but didn't take Lin Tianyu seriously. He sneered, "Fine, today I'll show you what true strength is!"

The two immediately engaged in a fierce battle. Lin Tianyu's swordsmanship was sharp and swift, intertwining with Mo Tianxiao's powerful sword energy, making the battle exceptionally intense. Sword light flashed, spiritual energy surged, and the arena was filled with the clash of blades, leaving the audience below holding their breath.

Lin Tianyu's strength was indeed extraordinary; each of his sword strikes contained immense destructive power, neutralizing Mo Tianxiao's attacks one by one. Gradually, Mo Tianxiao began to struggle, his attacks weakened, and Lin Tianyu seized the opportunity to gradually gain the initiative in the battle.

"I never expected Lin Tianyu to be so strong!" one of the disciples watching couldn't help but exclaim.

After a fierce battle, Lin Tianyu finally seized Mo Tianxiao's weakness and forced him off the stage with a powerful sword strike, becoming the new champion.

"Who else dares to challenge me!" Lin Tianyu stood in the center of the arena, his gaze cold and his voice booming like thunder throughout the arena.

However, the audience was completely silent. Lin Tianyu's powerful strength made everyone wary, and no one dared to make a move. The atmosphere below the stage fell into a brief silence.

Just when everyone thought Lin Tianyu would firmly hold the title of champion, a calm voice suddenly came from the crowd: "Since no one dares to step up, let me give it a try."

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Zhang Yifan walking out slowly, his expression calm and composed, as if he had everything under control. Zhang Yifan walked step by step toward the arena, each step seemingly carrying invisible pressure, causing Lin Tianyu to frown.

After Zhang Yifan stepped onto the stage, he calmly looked at Lin Tianyu and then said softly, "Please."

The two quickly clashed. Zhang Yifan's swordsmanship was exquisite, each strike carrying the force of thunder, deflecting Lin Tianyu's attacks one by one. Although Lin Tianyu was powerful, he seemed somewhat overwhelmed by Zhang Yifan's onslaught.

In just a few dozen rounds, Lin Tianyu was suppressed by Zhang Yifan to the point where he was almost unable to fight back. In the end, Zhang Yifan seized the opportunity, decisively drew his sword, forced Lin Tianyu off the stage, and became the champion of the East Stage.

"You've done your best. Now you can go down," Zhang Yifan said calmly, a hint of composure flashing in his eyes.

Zhang Yifan stood in the center of the arena, surveying his surroundings with a calm expression, yet the aura emanating from him was undeniable. The entire arena fell silent; everyone was speechless, awestruck by his overwhelming power.

"It seems the champion of Dongtai has been decided," an elder said in a low voice, his eyes full of admiration.

Meanwhile, the situation on the West, South, North, and Central stages was also changing. On each stage, several strong fighters took to the stage one after another, defeating the challengers and ultimately securing their positions as champions.

On the East Stage, Zhang Yifan's performance amazed everyone. He became the champion with an unparalleled attitude and successfully entered the final stage of the competition.

As the preliminary rounds progressed, betting activity quietly emerged both within and outside the sect. Numerous disciples and elders placed bets, wagering on who would emerge victorious and become the ultimate champion. These bets not only increased the tension of the competition but also introduced even more unpredictability to the entire event.

Several of Zhang Yifan's senior brothers and sisters also participated in the betting. The eldest senior brother, Ling Yunfeng, bet on Zhang Yifan from Dongtai to win, and he had a very high opinion of Zhang Yifan's strength: "Don't you know how strong my junior brother is? He will definitely win this time."

Although Second Senior Sister Lin Qingzhu usually doted on Zhang Yifan, she also chose to bet on him to lose in order to motivate him. She said with a light laugh, "Although Junior Brother is powerful, it's hard to say whether he can win against these Eight Vajras. I bet on him to lose so that he can be even more motivated."

The third senior brother, Han Wenhao, was a generous and forthright man. He immediately bet a thousand high-grade spirit stones to support Zhang Yifan's victory, saying, "Junior brother will definitely show his skills this time. I, your senior brother, fully support you!"

Fourth Senior Brother Zhao Qingyun, Fifth Senior Sister Li Mengyao, and Sixth Senior Sister Fang Xue each made their own choices, either betting on Zhang Yifan to win or betting on other strong opponents in the arena, showing different attitudes.

Many of the disciples watching also placed bets. Zhang Yifan's odds were [1.5x win, 2.5x lose], which was significantly lower than the odds of those stronger individuals who had entered the arena earlier, such as Mo Tianxiao and Li Tianyu, [1.8x win, 3.0x lose].

"I'm betting on Zhang Yifan from Dongtai to win! His strength is absolutely not to be underestimated!" someone said confidently, clearly full of confidence in Zhang Yifan's performance.

"I'm betting on Li Tianyu from Xitai. He's one of the Eight Great Vajras, and he's sure to win this time!" Another person also chose Li Tianyu from Xitai.

“I’m betting on Zhang Yifan to lose. He can’t win every time; he’ll always slip up!” Some disciples also hoped to make a fortune by betting against him.

Some disciples even placed their bets on the champions of the South or North platforms, believing that these champions were exceptionally strong and highly likely to emerge victorious in the upcoming competition.

"The betting has begun! Place your bets now!" the disciple in charge of the betting shouted, attracting even more attention.

Various bets were placed, with everyone having their own favorite strong contender. The rise of this betting frenzy made the competition even more tense and exciting, with many disciples and elders closely watching every battle on the arena, afraid of missing any crucial moment.

Standing on the ring, Zhang Yifan felt the gazes and whispers around him, yet his heart remained remarkably calm. He knew this was only the beginning; the real challenge was yet to come.

The champions of the five arenas have been determined, and they will move on to the next stage of the competition.