C307 Big Martial Arts Contest
C307 Big Martial Arts Contest
"It should be around three thousand!" Gongsun Hao said.
Ye Qing nodded, obviously agreeing with Gongsun Hao's result.
The result was not hard to determine. In such a long period of time, the number of Wood Plate Spiritual Energy that circulated around Cloud Ridge could be traced. Through estimation, one could tell that the number of Wood Plate Spiritual Energy that had gathered at Cloud Ridge was not less than five thousand.
Putting aside the Wood Plate Spiritual Energy s that had already been obtained but would never take them out, as well as the wooden tablets that had been lost from all kinds of battles, the number of spirit energy that branch sect disciples held should not exceed four thousand. Three thousand was a fairly accurate number.
If it were not for the fact that he had too few Wood Plate Spiritual Energy, Feng Xuan would not have organized a fight between Mo Huang and Ye Qing. Feng Xuan was afraid that Mo Huang would fail at Ye Qing's hands, resulting in him losing a thousand spirits.
Even in conservative calculations, a thousand spirits represented around sixty slots to pass the City Battle Trial.
Following that, Ye Qing began to discuss with the other leading figures in the other cities to determine the contestants to fight and to collect the wooden plates. The latter matter would be a little difficult to deal with.
Seeing that there were only ten days left before the end of the City Battle Trial, it was obviously not easy for these warriors to take out the slots in their pockets and make a bet!
As the initiator of Hero Association, Ye Qing was the alliance head of the common practitioners, yet he couldn't force others to hand over their wooden tablets.
Fortunately, Ye Qing and Gongsun Hao were both extremely smart people, after deciding on close to thirty Martial Cultivator of the Seventh Layer of the Heavenly Astral Stage s as the participants, Ye Qing finally suggested that the participants should take out a portion of the wager, and the remainder should be bet by him, gathering up the wager value of one hundred spirit stones.
However, as the one who had to put in the stakes and bear the risks, if Ye Qing did not approve of the candidate, he felt that the candidate had no chance of winning and could reject the offer.
Similarly, if the contestant wins, Ye Qing will take away the same amount of profits as the bet he made.
For example, if Chen Yu was willing to accept the challenge and compete with the candidates sent out by the sub-school, but Chen Yu did not or did not take out enough Wood Plate Spiritual Energy to make the bet, Ye Qing would fill in the part of the bet that Chen Yu was not willing to take on, as if it was a business matter. If Chen Yu lost the competition, Ye Qing would definitely lose, but if he won, he would also split the reward with him!
Once this suggestion was brought out, none of the candidates had any objections and were all happy to accept it.
"The disciples of the branch sects were here before, did you all finish discussing? Who dares to come and fight? " Right at this moment, a figure swiftly descended from the mountain peak where the disciples of the branch sect were waiting, loudly shouting out.
When the four words "disorderly crowd" came out, it immediately caused an uproar. The ordinary practitioners spectating from the surrounding hills all began to shout and curse, creating a cacophony of noise.
The top practitioners of the secular disciples looked at each other in dismay atop the mountain of armor.
"Who's willing to fight?" Ye Qing looked around and asked.
"I'll do it!"
"Young master, your subordinate is willing to fight!"
"How dare you be so arrogant. Young master, please allow your subordinate to fight!"
Most of the warriors did not react, the Martial Cultivator of the Seventh Layer of the Heavenly Astral Stage behind Ye Qing could not hold back and started to fight with each other.
"Ye Cheng, you go!" Ye Qing swept his gaze over his trusted aides and called out a name.
Ye Cheng was overjoyed, bowed and said, "I will not fail my mission!"
"Be careful, don't be careless!" Ye Qing walked down the hill as he spoke, patting his Storage Bag and taking out two things for Ye Cheng.
"Ye Cheng's strength is not bad. It seems like Ye Qing did not want to lose the first round!" Gongsun Hao retracted his gaze and said.
Chen Yu was not very familiar with Ye Cheng, so he was unable to say for sure who would win. However, he felt that the first round's victory was not that important.
This martial arts competition's rules were actually quite loose. Apart from the usual fair duel where no third person was allowed to interfere, no other means were forbidden. The martial artists couldn't help but continue to challenge those who had obtained victory.
Also, Feng Xuan just mentioned that if there's any objection to the bet, he can still raise the stakes. As a result, the situation was generally more favourable to the disciples of the sub-schools, who were stronger, but the number of people and the amount of gambling money was relatively lower!
It wasn't that Ye Qing didn't see this, but he clearly didn't want to show weakness.
Furthermore, this might not necessarily be beneficial to Ye Qing. On the secular side, there are more Martial Cultivator of the Seventh Layer of the Heavenly Astral Stage and Wood Plate Spiritual Energy, but there are still people who don't like it. It wasn't that there wasn't a possibility for disciples to obtain the tokens that were still in the hands of the other secular disciples, but this wasn't a small feat.
In the valley, Feng Xuan and Ye Qing discussed quietly for a while before retreating to give Zhao Qian and Ye Cheng space. Afterwards, the two of them announced the start of the martial arts competition in unison.
Zhao Chu and Ye Cheng both used swords, throwing themselves out at the same time as they drew their swords.
The sword aura was sharp and unrestrained. After clashing against each other, they were both chopped into two. Ye Cheng's sword aura was a little purer, but its strength was limited.
Ding ding! The two Upper Grade True Artifact swords clashed and instantly changed moves. Sword light dots, strangling and entangling each other.
Other than sword arts, neither of them used any other method. In other words, when they used their full power, they did not have time to perform any other method.
There were two types of sword techniques. One was long and dense, while the other was broad and powerful. It was extraordinary.
The one with the longest and longest sword arts was Zhao Danchen, while Ye Cheng was the one who had opened and closed the sword arts.
A sword light flashed amidst the astral energy, already colliding countless times. Ye Cheng began suppressing Zhao Dagang.
The surrounding martial artists discussed nonstop, guessing at who would win and who would lose.
Suddenly, Zhao took a step back and opened up some distance. He grabbed his waist and a quincuncial dart flew out. It was accompanied by a dazzling water elemental aura. It released a biting blue aura.
However, Ye Cheng was extremely experienced in battle. When Zhao threw out the Disguised Spirit Artifact, he also raised his hand and threw out a handful of it, before rolling to the side.
Amidst the sound of impact, the astral energy fluctuated like a tidal wave. With the Disguised Spirit Artifact as the center of impact, it spread out to a distance of more than ten meters before finally falling silent.
Ye Cheng leaped up, his sword like a soaring eagle as his aura surged. He transformed into a flock of crows, recklessly dashing forward and submerging Zhao Chen's body.
"Sword of the Crows!" Gongsun Hao said, "This is a Supernatural Power Level Sword Technique. There are over a hundred crow. Ye Cheng has already practiced this sword technique to the Small Success Realm. However, his heaven's will is still lacking a bit!"
"Before this sword technique is mastered to perfection, its power is still too scattered. Instead of harming others, it would be easier to give the enemy an opportunity to take advantage of!" Shen Yih said.
"It's enough to deal with Zhao, isn't it?" Gongsun Hao laughed, "Besides, it's not like Ye Cheng didn't understand this point, so he still focused most of his strength on this sword attack!"
Sure enough, just as Gongsun Hao finished his sentence, two sword auras intersected and a bloody light shot out, causing Zhao Wei to stagger backwards.
Ye Cheng succeeded in his attack. His body moved like a shadow, the tip of his sword aimed at Zhao Pingtian's throat.
"You won!" Feng Xuan's figure flashed at the side of the valley. He let out a loud shout and rushed towards Zhao Danchen.
"It's done!" Ye Qing shouted.
Ye Cheng immediately stopped.
After stabilizing himself, Zhao Danchen's face was slightly pale, as he was still in a state of shock.
"Thanks!" Ye Qing said with a happy expression.
Feng Xuan shook his head, patted his Storage Bag, took out a wooden plate and threw it at Ye Qing.
Cheers like that of thunder sounded around the valley.
Feng Xuan didn't seem to care at all. After he consoled the injured Zhao Danchen in a low voice, he waved his hand in the direction of Ding Wuqiu.
A man rushed down. He was tall and sturdy with a strong aura and a sturdy build. In the blink of an eye, he had arrived at the arena.
After nodding his head at Feng Xuan, this person loudly said: "Branch Sect disciple Tian Wu, seeking guidance!"
Ye Qing looked over to the side of A Qiu.
"I'll go!" Amongst the ordinary practitioners on the side of the mountain, one of them, Chen Yu, recognized the leader of a dozen or so cities. The warrior named Huo Lin gave a low shout and jumped down.
A few others were eager to give it a try, but after seeing Huo Lin go down the stairs, they stopped moving as well.
Contrary to Chen Yu's expectations, after Huo Lin and Ye Qing went down and said something, Ye Qing revealed a look of surprise, but he still nodded his head.
The battle began quickly.
The Huo Lin Sword Technique was extraordinary. Its sword shone like a stream of light as it moved at an incredible speed. It was so fast that more than ten sword flowers bloomed in an instant.
However, Tian Wu was much stronger. When he swung the long saber in his hand, the sabre's aura was heavy and condensed. Each of the sabers seemed to be a great feat.
After a dozen moves, in the midst of the mundane practitioners' discussions of surprise, Huo Lin appeared to be unable to endure it as he was suppressed by the saber.
However, Tian Wu was already prepared as the Disguised Spirit Artifact's defense was activated everywhere. After blocking Huo Lin's sneak attack with one saber strike, Huo Lin's body leaped into the air and with one slash, he forced Huo Lin to stagger backwards, and with the second slash, he injured Huo Lin.
When Ye Qing tried to call for a halt, Huo Lin's eyes turned red. He was still unwilling to accept the fact that he had lost the combat ability and continued to wield his sword.
In the end, Huo Lin was extremely unwilling to hand over the wooden token with a hundred spirits.
From this, everyone knew what was going on between Huo Lin and Ye Qing! It was obvious that Huo Lin thought he could defeat Tian Wu, so he rejected Ye Qing's bet.
The entire valley was in an uproar.
When Huo Lin had just started fighting with Tian Wu, Chen Yu and Gongsun Hao had already realized that Huo Lin was no match for Tian Wu, so they were not surprised by this result.
Surprisingly, Tian Wu did not withdraw after his victory. Instead, he continued to challenge and propose to accumulate the bets.
In other words, the stakes for the next battle were as high as two hundred spirit stones.
Two hundred spirits was equivalent to twelve or thirteen slots.
There was a brief silence above the mound.
On the other hand, Shen Yih and Gongsun Hao were a little tempted, but in the end, they did not stand out. With their strength, defeating Tian Wu was obviously an easy feat, but the contest between the secular disciples and the disciples of the sub-schools had only just begun. To fight at this time was undoubtedly a waste of resources.
Amidst the scornful jeers and jeers from the disciples of the faction divisions, another leader of the mundane practitioners finally leapt down from the mountain.
This person's name was Luo Mingyi, and he came from the fifteenth place in the 72 cities, Violet Wei City. He was very strong.
After getting Ye Qing's approval, the third round began again.
Five minutes later, Luo Mingyi had used the price of a single stab to heavily injure Tian Wu.
It seemed that the secular disciples still held the advantage in these three rounds, but quite a few of them grew quiet.