Chapter 35
Shocking Draw, Showdown with Number 1
It was late afternoon, nearing dusk.
The draw for the round of 16 to 8 is about to begin.
All eyes were focused on the circular ritual implement.
Two pebbles shot out.
"Song Shiwei, Qi Wudi."
The moment the duel began, the entire stadium erupted in cheers, bringing the atmosphere to a fever pitch.
A battle between two cultivators at the Cave Profound Realm!
Before the selection competition began, the prodigy Song Shiwei was ranked fourth on the popularity list.
Meanwhile, the invincible young master Qi Wudi is sixth on the popularity list!
What a fierce battle between fourth and sixth place!
Zhu Baihu, dressed in a snow-white lotus robe from the Wendao Academy, spoke in a booming voice:
"Athle number eight."
The round of 16 to 8 will not be played simultaneously, but one match after another.
Amidst the intense gaze of the crowd, the stunningly beautiful and aloof young woman stepped into the arena.
Qi Wudi maintained his imposing presence, walking with the stride of a dragon and the gait of a tiger, standing opposite him.
"Thump—"
The sound of drums pierced the silence, and almost simultaneously, two streams of internal energy pressed and overlapped each other, heading straight for the face.
There were no tests, only sure-win moves!
Amid the tense gazes of countless spectators, the two fought fiercely for more than a dozen moves, with blood splattering everywhere on the fighting stage. Finally, Song Shiwei seized an opening in Qi Wudi's moves and smashed him to the ground with a punch.
Qi Wudi suffered a fracture from his shoulder to his tailbone and completely lost consciousness.
The Heavenly Guard, clad in Qilin robes, announced loudly:
"Song Shi wins by a narrow margin and advances to the quarterfinals!"
Covered in blood, Song Shiwei staggered back to the platform, a bright smile spreading across her face as she faced the cheers from the crowd.
We're in the quarterfinals!
As she advanced from the quarterfinals to the semifinals, she was getting closer and closer to her dream destination.
The audience at the martial arts arena were still eager for more, and the next draw was about to begin.
The disc-shaped ritual implement simultaneously shot out two pebbles.
"Yan Xu, Gu Lin."
In an instant, the world fell silent.
It was so quiet that not a sound could be heard.
Covered in blood, Song Shiwei glanced sideways and looked at Gu Lin with extreme pity.
The long, deathly silence made the atmosphere in the vast training ground feel somewhat oppressive and stiff.
When Gu Lin forcefully killed the Qilin Prince, many onlookers thought that Gu Tianjiao could create a miracle, enter the Holy Land with the cultivation of the seventh level of Qi Condensation, and become the glory of Chuwei County!
Having witnessed firsthand the magnificent scene of the weak defeating the strong, they greatly admired Young Master Gu Lin.
But this time, his obstacle was so powerful that it was unshakeable.
What kind of being is Yan Xu?
Number one on the pre-match popularity list, the absolute champion!
A direct descendant of the Yan family!
In the "Clan Records" compiled by the central government of the Divine Dynasty, the only aristocratic family in Chuwei County was the Yan family of Yanyin Mountain. Although it was only the lowest ninth-rank aristocratic family, it was still an aristocratic family!
Nine-rank aristocratic families must meet four conditions—
First, it possesses a mountain range rich in spiritual energy.
Second, at least six members of the clan must hold positions in the bureaucratic system of the Divine Dynasty, and these positions must be of the seventh rank or higher.
Third, three experts at the Mountain and Sea Realm are stationed there, including one at the peak of the Mountain and Sea Realm.
Fourth, at least five members of the clan are members of the Holy Land.
This is what a prestigious family is like!
This is the background of Yan Xu!
What did the dead Zhao Yao mean to him?
Why did both Overlord Chu Sheng and Prince Li Zhixu, before the competition, say that they had a 99% chance of joining the Holy Land?
There are clearly six spots available, so how can it not be a sure thing?
Because of bad luck, you might draw Yan Xu!
Below him, no one is guaranteed a spot.
This is the terrifying oppressive feeling of Yan Xu!
The high platform was equally silent.
The commander of the Martial Peak Hall turned around and glanced at Zhao Can.
Zhao Can did not laugh. Xiao Yao's tragic death and the immense grief he felt made it impossible for him to laugh.
But the hatred in his eyes transformed into a murderous intent that was determined to succeed.
The guy surnamed Gu can only be a ghostwriter!
Lord Baihu has agreed to select him to join the Wuji Palace's Office of Swordsmen.
At that time, the person surnamed Gu will be completely under the command of the Martial Peak Hall.
Find any official business and ask someone surnamed Gu to oversee it. He has a million ways to punish Gu Lin, and even implicate his parents, all while keeping everything clean!
Zhao Can's gaze was sinister as he muttered to himself:
"What an incredibly auspicious divination slip!!"
Many members of the Holy Land remained expressionless, though they showed some regret.
No matter how promising Gu Lin was, he couldn't enter the sacred land.
It's controversial who came in second in this selection competition, but the crown of first place was definitely Yan Xu's.
"Move to the number eight dueling platform!" came the order from Zhu Baihu of the Wendao Academy.
Countless onlookers snapped out of their daze, sighing and lamenting the cruel tricks of fate.
This is the cruelty of the Holy Land Selection Tournament; it requires not only absolute strength but also the favor of fate.
Gu Tianjiao had very bad luck, drawing the Kirin Prince in the top 64 and barely winning with his extraordinary abilities. Now, in the top 16, he will face Yan Xu, an opponent he could never defeat.
"Shiyang County, in the end, received no glory."
Countless spectators in Shiyang looked dejected, and Dean Yan was equally exhausted.
Gu Lin's selection as a ghostwriter had already greatly shocked him, but now that he had come this far, he naturally hoped that Gu Lin would join the Holy Land and that he could also select three ghostwriters from the same courtyard.
But fate cruelly destroyed Gu Lin's future!
"It's over..."
"It's all over..."
The chubby boy, Wang Mu, roared in pain, filled with grief and indignation.
To see just how strong Yan Xu is, you only need to look at the odds offered by various gambling dens.
Yan Xu won the spot in the Holy Land, with odds of 1, and the gambling house clearly stated that it would also take a small commission.
In other words, if you bet 100 taels on Yanxu, you'll have to pay out of your own pocket!
Who will bet?
The odds of Yan Xu defeating his opponent in one move are 11%.
He bet 100 taels on Yanxu and finally received 110 taels.
Defeating the enemy with a single move throughout!
Whether it's facing the Overlord Chu Sheng or the Third Order Prince Li Zhixu, they all need to exchange a move.
With such disgusting odds, how many gamblers have been betting on Yan Xu to win in one move?
It is easy to imagine that Yan Xu is far ahead of the younger generation in Chuwei, and his peers can't even see his back!
"Uncle Gu..." Wang Mu looked at Gu Changchuan.
Gu Changchuan smiled freely:
"I'm already very proud that Lin'er has come this far. Losing to Yan Xu is not shameful. From now on, who in the entire Chuwei County will not know the name Gu Lin?"
"I believe Lin'er has good judgment; she will definitely not die!"
Upon hearing this, Wang Mu could only pray that Gu Jingming could escape with his life. It was already a miracle that the ghostwriter had managed to defy fate. To fight to the death when there was no chance of winning would be foolish!
On the number eight dueling platform, Yan Xu took his place first.
He watched the approaching black horse from Chuwei County and said with a smile:
"I will spare your life."
As soon as he finished speaking, the entire audience fell into a deep silence.
This is Young Master Yanxu, with the refined and elegant demeanor of a member of the clan!
Is this statement arrogant?
No!
It is only natural, it is out of pity for the weak!
Despite her condescending disdain, she ultimately felt compassion and was unwilling to ruin Gu Lin's hard-won future as a ghostwriter.
He could kill Gu Lin at any time during the competition if he wanted to!
After Yan Xu finished speaking, he no longer concealed his aura, and the internal energy flowed around his body.
It was actually the second level of the Profound Realm!
The draw for the round of 16 to 8 is about to begin.
All eyes were focused on the circular ritual implement.
Two pebbles shot out.
"Song Shiwei, Qi Wudi."
The moment the duel began, the entire stadium erupted in cheers, bringing the atmosphere to a fever pitch.
A battle between two cultivators at the Cave Profound Realm!
Before the selection competition began, the prodigy Song Shiwei was ranked fourth on the popularity list.
Meanwhile, the invincible young master Qi Wudi is sixth on the popularity list!
What a fierce battle between fourth and sixth place!
Zhu Baihu, dressed in a snow-white lotus robe from the Wendao Academy, spoke in a booming voice:
"Athle number eight."
The round of 16 to 8 will not be played simultaneously, but one match after another.
Amidst the intense gaze of the crowd, the stunningly beautiful and aloof young woman stepped into the arena.
Qi Wudi maintained his imposing presence, walking with the stride of a dragon and the gait of a tiger, standing opposite him.
"Thump—"
The sound of drums pierced the silence, and almost simultaneously, two streams of internal energy pressed and overlapped each other, heading straight for the face.
There were no tests, only sure-win moves!
Amid the tense gazes of countless spectators, the two fought fiercely for more than a dozen moves, with blood splattering everywhere on the fighting stage. Finally, Song Shiwei seized an opening in Qi Wudi's moves and smashed him to the ground with a punch.
Qi Wudi suffered a fracture from his shoulder to his tailbone and completely lost consciousness.
The Heavenly Guard, clad in Qilin robes, announced loudly:
"Song Shi wins by a narrow margin and advances to the quarterfinals!"
Covered in blood, Song Shiwei staggered back to the platform, a bright smile spreading across her face as she faced the cheers from the crowd.
We're in the quarterfinals!
As she advanced from the quarterfinals to the semifinals, she was getting closer and closer to her dream destination.
The audience at the martial arts arena were still eager for more, and the next draw was about to begin.
The disc-shaped ritual implement simultaneously shot out two pebbles.
"Yan Xu, Gu Lin."
In an instant, the world fell silent.
It was so quiet that not a sound could be heard.
Covered in blood, Song Shiwei glanced sideways and looked at Gu Lin with extreme pity.
The long, deathly silence made the atmosphere in the vast training ground feel somewhat oppressive and stiff.
When Gu Lin forcefully killed the Qilin Prince, many onlookers thought that Gu Tianjiao could create a miracle, enter the Holy Land with the cultivation of the seventh level of Qi Condensation, and become the glory of Chuwei County!
Having witnessed firsthand the magnificent scene of the weak defeating the strong, they greatly admired Young Master Gu Lin.
But this time, his obstacle was so powerful that it was unshakeable.
What kind of being is Yan Xu?
Number one on the pre-match popularity list, the absolute champion!
A direct descendant of the Yan family!
In the "Clan Records" compiled by the central government of the Divine Dynasty, the only aristocratic family in Chuwei County was the Yan family of Yanyin Mountain. Although it was only the lowest ninth-rank aristocratic family, it was still an aristocratic family!
Nine-rank aristocratic families must meet four conditions—
First, it possesses a mountain range rich in spiritual energy.
Second, at least six members of the clan must hold positions in the bureaucratic system of the Divine Dynasty, and these positions must be of the seventh rank or higher.
Third, three experts at the Mountain and Sea Realm are stationed there, including one at the peak of the Mountain and Sea Realm.
Fourth, at least five members of the clan are members of the Holy Land.
This is what a prestigious family is like!
This is the background of Yan Xu!
What did the dead Zhao Yao mean to him?
Why did both Overlord Chu Sheng and Prince Li Zhixu, before the competition, say that they had a 99% chance of joining the Holy Land?
There are clearly six spots available, so how can it not be a sure thing?
Because of bad luck, you might draw Yan Xu!
Below him, no one is guaranteed a spot.
This is the terrifying oppressive feeling of Yan Xu!
The high platform was equally silent.
The commander of the Martial Peak Hall turned around and glanced at Zhao Can.
Zhao Can did not laugh. Xiao Yao's tragic death and the immense grief he felt made it impossible for him to laugh.
But the hatred in his eyes transformed into a murderous intent that was determined to succeed.
The guy surnamed Gu can only be a ghostwriter!
Lord Baihu has agreed to select him to join the Wuji Palace's Office of Swordsmen.
At that time, the person surnamed Gu will be completely under the command of the Martial Peak Hall.
Find any official business and ask someone surnamed Gu to oversee it. He has a million ways to punish Gu Lin, and even implicate his parents, all while keeping everything clean!
Zhao Can's gaze was sinister as he muttered to himself:
"What an incredibly auspicious divination slip!!"
Many members of the Holy Land remained expressionless, though they showed some regret.
No matter how promising Gu Lin was, he couldn't enter the sacred land.
It's controversial who came in second in this selection competition, but the crown of first place was definitely Yan Xu's.
"Move to the number eight dueling platform!" came the order from Zhu Baihu of the Wendao Academy.
Countless onlookers snapped out of their daze, sighing and lamenting the cruel tricks of fate.
This is the cruelty of the Holy Land Selection Tournament; it requires not only absolute strength but also the favor of fate.
Gu Tianjiao had very bad luck, drawing the Kirin Prince in the top 64 and barely winning with his extraordinary abilities. Now, in the top 16, he will face Yan Xu, an opponent he could never defeat.
"Shiyang County, in the end, received no glory."
Countless spectators in Shiyang looked dejected, and Dean Yan was equally exhausted.
Gu Lin's selection as a ghostwriter had already greatly shocked him, but now that he had come this far, he naturally hoped that Gu Lin would join the Holy Land and that he could also select three ghostwriters from the same courtyard.
But fate cruelly destroyed Gu Lin's future!
"It's over..."
"It's all over..."
The chubby boy, Wang Mu, roared in pain, filled with grief and indignation.
To see just how strong Yan Xu is, you only need to look at the odds offered by various gambling dens.
Yan Xu won the spot in the Holy Land, with odds of 1, and the gambling house clearly stated that it would also take a small commission.
In other words, if you bet 100 taels on Yanxu, you'll have to pay out of your own pocket!
Who will bet?
The odds of Yan Xu defeating his opponent in one move are 11%.
He bet 100 taels on Yanxu and finally received 110 taels.
Defeating the enemy with a single move throughout!
Whether it's facing the Overlord Chu Sheng or the Third Order Prince Li Zhixu, they all need to exchange a move.
With such disgusting odds, how many gamblers have been betting on Yan Xu to win in one move?
It is easy to imagine that Yan Xu is far ahead of the younger generation in Chuwei, and his peers can't even see his back!
"Uncle Gu..." Wang Mu looked at Gu Changchuan.
Gu Changchuan smiled freely:
"I'm already very proud that Lin'er has come this far. Losing to Yan Xu is not shameful. From now on, who in the entire Chuwei County will not know the name Gu Lin?"
"I believe Lin'er has good judgment; she will definitely not die!"
Upon hearing this, Wang Mu could only pray that Gu Jingming could escape with his life. It was already a miracle that the ghostwriter had managed to defy fate. To fight to the death when there was no chance of winning would be foolish!
On the number eight dueling platform, Yan Xu took his place first.
He watched the approaching black horse from Chuwei County and said with a smile:
"I will spare your life."
As soon as he finished speaking, the entire audience fell into a deep silence.
This is Young Master Yanxu, with the refined and elegant demeanor of a member of the clan!
Is this statement arrogant?
No!
It is only natural, it is out of pity for the weak!
Despite her condescending disdain, she ultimately felt compassion and was unwilling to ruin Gu Lin's hard-won future as a ghostwriter.
He could kill Gu Lin at any time during the competition if he wanted to!
After Yan Xu finished speaking, he no longer concealed his aura, and the internal energy flowed around his body.
It was actually the second level of the Profound Realm!