On the high platform atop Zhongtian Peak.
The Supreme Sect’s Sect Leader sat at the top, softly asking, “Disciple Wuya, do we have a chance this time?”
“Don’t worry, Senior Brother. I arranged for them to stay at Nameless Peak last night,” Elder Wuya, the Supreme Elder, replied with a slight smile.
“Hmm…” Hearing this, the Sect Leader nodded in satisfaction. “I shall personally greet them to show our respect for the Jiuxiao Sect.”
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Elder Wuya followed closely beside his senior brother. For this competition of the most outstanding young talents, the Supreme Sect must win. Although the sect’s current young experts were not as strong as those from the previous generation, victory didn’t always go to the stronger side. Sometimes strategy was just as important.
By placing Jiuxiao Sect at Nameless Peak, wouldn’t that young Lin Fan treat them to a proper reception?
“Brother Yichu, did you rest well last night?” The Sect Leader came personally to greet him, and Liang Yichu naturally treated him with respect.
“Thank you for your concern, Sect Leader. Everything was fine last night,” Liang Yichu replied. However, he was slightly puzzled about some disciples who seemed listless, unsure of what had happened.
But it didn’t matter much. As long as his personal disciples were fine and could win first place in the competition, everything else was secondary.
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Lin Fan stood among the talented disciples, waiting for the start of the ultimate battle of prodigies. This competition was extremely important for both sects. Although it had originated from an ancient agreement between the ancestors of the two sects, it had now become a traditional contest between the disciples of the two sects.
“Dong…”
At that moment, a drum sounded, and Elder Wuya stood high on the platform. “The 1000th Ultimate Prodigy Competition officially begins. The rules are as follows: ten disciples from the Supreme Sect and ten disciples from Jiuxiao Sect will draw lots. Supreme Sect’s number one will face Jiuxiao Sect’s number one. Remember, friendship comes first, competition second. No killing is allowed. The final winner will be recognized as the strongest prodigy by both sects. Now, let the drawing of lots begin.”
“Senior Uncle, go draw your number,” Zong Hentian stood up and said.
“Alright.”
In the center of the arena stood two sealed boxes, where disciples from both sects would draw their numbers.
At the moment Lin Fan stepped onto the stage, he waved toward the Supreme Sect disciples.
“Senior Uncle will surely win…”
“Senior Uncle will surely win…”
At that moment, Zhang Erdou led the charge, standing on the spectator platform, waving a flag and shouting. Ever since the day before, following the Sect Leader’s orders, he had prepared a large banner.
Considering this was the Supreme Sect’s home ground, they must overwhelm the opponent in terms of morale, making them feel fear.
As Zhang Erdou led the way, the outer sect disciples who admired Lin Fan began cheering one after another. The sound of their cheers spread across Zhongtian Peak.
In the hearts of these outer sect disciples, Lin Fan was their greatest idol. Naturally, they all wished for their sect to win in this ultimate prodigy competition.
On the high platform, the Sect Leader’s face showed a slight smile, clearly pleased with the scene before him.
“Brother Yichu, do you see how energetic our disciples are?” Elder Wuya asked with a smile.
Liang Yichu looked at Wuya but didn’t speak. “They’re okay.”
Of course, Liang Yichu would never admit this openly. However, he noted the scene in his heart. When next time the competition was held at Jiuxiao Sect and it was their home ground, he would definitely let them see the energy of Jiuxiao’s disciples.
The Jiuxiao Sect disciples standing at the drawing platform were slightly moved by the continuous cheers.
It was shocking—truly shocking.
From deep within, they all began to feel nervous.
The disciples from both sects began drawing their numbers and then lined up in a row. A regular elder came forward to record the results.
“Senior Uncle, what number did you get?” Zong Hentian looked at his own number and asked.
“Number ten,” Lin Fan replied after glancing at his number.
“I wonder what number Xinfeng from Jiuxiao Sect drew,” Zong Hentian said nervously.
After the regular elder recorded all the numbers, Lin Fan glanced over and saw that Xinfeng had drawn number one. Fortunately, they were not on the same path.
“The competition begins.”
“Jiuxiao Sect’s number one, Xinfeng, versus Supreme Sect’s number one, Chou Rantian.”
On the Supreme Sect’s side.
“Junior Brother, good luck,” Zong Hentian patted Chou Rantian’s shoulder and said.
“Alright,” Chou Rantian nodded, took a deep breath, and leapt onto the stage.
On Jiuxiao Sect’s side, things were much quieter. Xinfeng stepped onto the stage expressionlessly. His only rival was Lin Fan; as for the others, Xinfeng didn’t even consider them worth his attention.
The disciples on the spectator platform cheered for their sect’s senior brothers.
“I don’t want to hurt you. Surrender now,” Xinfeng stood on the stage, saying calmly.
“Senior Brother Xinfeng, I know I’m no match for you, but I cannot possibly back down without a fight,” Chou Rantian replied.
Xinfeng snorted coldly and said nothing more.
“Begin the match…”
At the regular elder’s command, the first match officially began.
“Senior Brother, I must apologize,” at that moment, Chou Rantian’s aura surged. A long halberd appeared from the void and was gripped tightly in his hand.
The disciples on the spectator platform gasped in astonishment at the sight before them.
“Rantian is indeed quite impressive,” Elder Wuya observed from above and nodded approvingly.
“But not quite enough,” Liang Yichu said with a smile.
Although this disciple from the Supreme Sect was quite strong, compared to his own apprentice, the gap was still too great.
“Hmph,” Elder Wuya snorted, unimpressed by the old man’s arrogance.
“Nine Dragon Annihilation!”
At the high platform of Zhongtian Peak.
The Sect Master of the Holy Sect sat at the top, softly inquiring, “Brother Wuya, does our Holy Sect have hope this time?”
“Rest assured, senior brother, last night I had them stay at Nameless Peak,” Elder Wuya revealed a faint smile.
“Good…” Sect Master Yan nodded in satisfaction upon hearing this, “I will personally welcome them to show our respect for the Nine Heavens Sect.”
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Elder Wuya followed beside his senior brother. This strongest prodigy battle was a must-win for the Holy Sect. Although the current prodigies of the sect are not as strong as the previous generation, victory is not solely dependent on strength. Sometimes, strategy is also needed.
By arranging the Nine Heavens Sect at Nameless Peak, wouldn’t Lin Fan treat them well?
“Brother Yichu, did you rest well last night?” Sect Master Yan personally came, and Liang Yichu naturally treated him with respect.
“Thank you for your concern, Sect Master. Everything was fine last night,” Liang Yichu said, though he was slightly puzzled about some disciples who seemed listless, unsure of what had happened.
But it didn’t matter. As long as his personal disciples were well and could win the first place in the prodigy competition.
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Lin Fan stood among the prodigy disciples, waiting for the start of the strongest prodigy battle. This competition was very important for both sects. Although it was just an agreement set by the ancestors of the two sects, by now it had almost become a contest between the disciples of the two sects.
“Dong…”
At this moment, a gong sounded. Elder Wuya stood on the high platform, “The 1000th Strongest Prodigy Battle officially begins. The rules of this competition are as follows: ten disciples from the Holy Sect and ten from the Nine Heavens Sect will draw lots. The first from the Holy Sect will face the first from the Nine Heavens Sect. Friendship first, competition second. No lives are to be taken. The final winner will be recognized as the strongest prodigy by both sects. Now, let’s start drawing lots.”
“Uncle, go draw the lots,” Zong Hentian stood up and said.
“Alright.”
In the middle of the martial arts platform, there were two sealed boxes. Disciples from both sects stepped up to draw lots.
The moment Lin Fan stepped onto the platform, he waved towards the disciples of the Holy Sect.
“Uncle will win…”
“Uncle will win…”
At this moment, Zhang Ergou led the charge, standing on the viewing platform, waving a flag and shouting. Yesterday, Zhang Ergou had followed the Sect Master’s instructions and made a large flag.
Especially since the home ground was now at the Holy Sect, they had to overwhelm the opponent with momentum, making them feel intimidated.
With Zhang Ergou leading, those outer sect disciples who admired Lin Fan cheered one after another. The entire Zhongtian Peak was filled with shouts for Lin Fan.
In the hearts of these outer sect disciples, Lin Fan was their most admired person. Now, in this strongest prodigy battle, they naturally wanted their own sect to win.
Sect Master Yan on the high platform showed a faint smile, pleased with this scene.
“Brother Yichu, do you think the disciples of the Holy Sect are lively?” Elder Wuya asked with a smile.
Liang Yichu glanced at Wuya and said nothing, “Not bad.”
Liang Yichu naturally couldn’t admit this, but he also kept this scene in mind. When the next strongest prodigy competition was held at the Nine Heavens Sect, he would definitely let them see the liveliness of the Nine Heavens Sect’s disciples.
The Nine Heavens Sect disciples standing on the drawing platform, hearing the continuous shouts, felt a slight ripple in their hearts.
It was shocking, truly shocking.
From the depths of their hearts, they began to feel a bit nervous.
Disciples from both sects started drawing lots, then stood in a line. An ordinary elder stepped forward to register.
“Uncle, what number did you get?” Zong Hentian looked at the number in his hand and asked.
“Ten,” Lin Fan glanced and said.
“I wonder what number Xin Feng from the Nine Heavens Sect got,” Zong Hentian said slightly nervously.
When the ordinary elder finished registering the numbers, Lin Fan glanced and saw that Xin Feng had drawn number one, so he wasn’t in the same match.
“The competition begins.”
“Xin Feng from the Nine Heavens Sect versus Chou Tianran from the Holy Sect.”
On the Holy Sect’s side.
“Junior brother, good luck,” Zong Hentian patted Chou Tianran’s shoulder and said.
“Alright,” Chou Tianran nodded, took a deep breath, then leaped onto the platform.
The Nine Heavens Sect side was much quieter. Xin Feng stepped onto the platform expressionlessly. His only enemy was Lin Fan. As for others, Xin Feng didn’t take them seriously.
The disciples on the viewing platform cheered for their senior brothers.
“I don’t want to hurt you. You should concede,” Xin Feng stood on the platform, calmly saying.
“Senior brother Xin Feng, I know I’m not your match, but it’s impossible to retreat without a fight,” Chou Tianran said.
Xin Feng snorted coldly and said no more.
“The match begins…”
At the command of the ordinary elder, the first match officially started.
“Senior brother, forgive me,” at this moment, Chou Tianran’s aura surged violently. A long halberd was grasped from the void.
The disciples on the viewing platform exclaimed in surprise, shocked by the scene before them.
“Tianran is indeed not bad,” Elder Wuya looked at the situation below and nodded.
“But it’s still not enough,” Liang Yichu smiled and said.
Although this disciple of the Holy Sect was strong, compared to his own disciple, the difference was too great.
“Hmph,” Wuya snorted. This old guy was still putting on airs.
“Nine Dragons Annihilation.”
At this moment, Chou Tianran roared, his whole body glowing with golden light. Nine golden dragons flew out, entwining around the long halberd, tearing through layers of void, rushing towards Xin Feng.
Xin Feng, standing with his hands behind his back, remained calm. He slightly raised his hand and extended a finger.
“Break.”
In an instant, space seemed to stand still.
When Chou Tianran’s long halberd touched Xin Feng’s finger, it suddenly stopped, then seemed to suffer an unbearable force, gradually disintegrating.
The nine golden dragons entwined around the halberd let out a cry, instantly turning to ashes.
A black light flashed.
Chou Tianran felt as if his heart had stopped. When he reacted, he found a finger pressed against his forehead.
At this moment, Chou Tianran’s heart turned cold, a sense of death surrounding him.
“You’ve lost,” Xin Feng withdrew his finger and turned his back, saying.
Chou Tianran stood there quietly, then lowered his head and clasped his fists, “Thank you, senior brother, for showing mercy.”
The Holy Sect disciples on the viewing platform were stunned into silence. They hadn’t expected the first match to end in defeat.
In an instant, truly in an instant, there was no time to react.
On the other hand, the Nine Heavens Sect side erupted in cheers. The waves of cheers were like a heavy hammer, smashing the excited hearts of the Holy Sect disciples into pieces.
“Brother Wuya, how about it? One finger to break all techniques, the pinnacle of swordsmanship,” Liang Yichu smiled and said.
“Hmph…” Wuya turned his head, not wanting to answer, and threw a disdainful glance.
“The first match, Xin Feng from the Nine Heavens Sect wins.”
“The second match, Feng Xiaoling from the Nine Heavens Sect versus Zong Hentian from the Holy Sect.”
Standing still with his hands behind his back, Xinfeng remained calm in the face of danger. He slightly raised his hand and extended one finger.
“Break.”
In an instant, the space seemed to freeze.
When Chou Rantian’s halberd touched Xinfeng’s finger, it immediately stopped. Then, as if struck by an unbearable force, it gradually disintegrated.
The nine golden dragons wrapped around the halberd let out a mournful cry before vanishing into smoke.
A black light flashed.
Chou Rantian felt as if his heart had stopped beating. When he regained his senses, he found a finger pressing against his forehead.
At that moment, a chill ran through Chou Rantian’s heart, surrounded by the aura of death.
“You have lost,” Xinfeng withdrew his finger, turned his back, and said.
Chou Rantian stood there silently, finally lowering his head and bowing. “Thank you, Senior Brother, for sparing me.”
The disciples of the Supreme Sect on the spectator platform were stunned into silence. They hadn’t expected to lose the very first match.
In an instant—truly in an instant—there hadn’t even been time to react.
In contrast, Jiuxiao Sect erupted into cheers. That wave of applause was like a heavy hammer, ruthlessly shattering the excited hearts of the Supreme Sect disciples into pieces.
“Brother Wuya, what do you think? One finger breaking myriad techniques—that’s the ultimate realm of swordsmanship,” Liang Yichu said with a smile.
“Hmph…” Elder Wuya turned his head away, unwilling to respond, and shot the other a cold glare.
“First match: Jiuxiao Sect’s Xinfeng wins.”
“Second match: Jiuxiao Sect’s number two, Feng Xiaoling, versus Supreme Sect’s number two, Zong Hentian.”
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