Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique

Time ticks away as one match after another takes place. In the first round, there are only twenty-one matches, plus one lucky contestant who gets a bye, meaning there are only twenty-two martial artists entering the second round.

"Alright, today’s matches are all over. The remaining twenty-two contestants, go back and prepare well for tomorrow’s competition."

Tie Kunlun stepped down again and shouted, "Tomorrow, twenty-two will advance to ten! Because there are more contestants this year than in previous years, the second round is unexpectedly one person over, so after discussions among various clan elders, it’s decided to randomly select one person for temporary elimination."

"Temporary elimination?"

Everyone was surprised, and someone couldn’t help but ask, "What does temporary elimination mean?"

"Yes, elimination is elimination. What is temporary or not temporary about it?"

"Quiet!" Tie Kunlun frowned, and with a loud shout, everyone felt their eardrums burst and quickly shut their mouths.

Tie Kunlun snorted coldly and continued, "The selected contestant needs to challenge one of the remaining ten martial artists. If victorious, they replace the opponent, but there’s only one chance. Similarly, the defeated person also has one chance to challenge others!"

Only then did everyone understand, and from a certain perspective, this rule is relatively fair.

"Alright, everyone can leave now!"

As Tie Kunlun finished speaking, the contestants who were not eliminated returned to their rooms, while the martial artists who came to watch could only reluctantly leave Xuanjian Villa.

The night deepened.

Ling Feng sat cross-legged in his room, starting to digest the experience from over twenty battles during the day.

"Xuanyuan Yu’s opponent only counted as half, thus not much of their strength was exposed. However, if encountering this person, some trump cards might need to be used. Then there’s Chu Chaonan, who seemed to easily defeat their opponent using basic swordsmanship. After all, it’s just the first round, and everyone held back their strength."

Ling Feng squinted his eyes; just using basic swordsmanship to have such strength, this Chu Chaonan might be more difficult to deal with than Xuanyuan Yu.

In summary, this Newcomer Sword Master List is much more interesting than I imagined!

"Blade Attachment Secret Technique, Void Ten Thousand Ridges..."

Ling Feng took a deep breath and removed the distractions from his mind, quickly entering a state of contemplation.

...

Early the next day, the second round of the Newcomer Sword Master List competition began as scheduled.

"Second Round, First Match: Zhao Long versus Wang Yun!"

The Xuanyuan Family Master Xuanyuan Longteng said a few words about the previous matches of Zhao Long and Wang Yun, which Ling Feng had seen. They were quite good; since they made it into the second round, they undoubtedly have considerable strength.

"For these two to determine the victor, it is estimated to take some effort." Ling Feng thought to himself.

After Zhao Long and Wang Yun went on stage, they exchanged fists in salute and then started fighting. For a moment, sword shadows flickered, ripping the air with a slight sharp sound.

Their swordsmanship skills were quite matched, making the fight almost evenly split and very intense.

"Brother Ling, this time, who do you think will win?"

Xiao Juanyun, having witnessed Ling Feng’s god-like predictions yesterday, still wasn’t convinced and wanted to see Ling Feng’s eye power again.

"Wang Yun."

Ling Feng smiled faintly and softly uttered two words.

"Wang Yun?"

Xiao Juanyun suddenly stared at the two on stage, unable to help but shake his head and mutter, "Brother Ling, really? Wang Yun’s rhythm has already been completely disrupted by Zhao Long, as if being led by the nose. Regardless of swordsmanship or movement technique, it’s become messy. Don’t tell me this is also deliberately showing defects to lure the enemy deep?"

"No, there’s a type of battle called mutual pecking by weaklings."

Ling Feng lightly shook his index finger and said softly, "You only see Wang Yun’s rhythm disrupted, but you didn’t notice Zhao Long, having seen Wang Yun’s exposed flaw, began to become aggressive, with sword moves becoming sharp. What he hasn’t realized is that his current attack method is Wang Yun’s strongest point. If I’m not wrong, seven moves later, when Zhao Long performs that move backward slash again, he will meet defeat."

"No way?"

Xiao Juanyun’s eyelids twitched, carefully observing the moves of the two on stage.

One move!

Two moves!

Finally, on the eighth move, Zhao Long soared, like a jiao dragon emerging from the sea, executing a backward slash towards Wang Yun.

However, Wang Yun suddenly confronted Zhao Long at the last moment and struck Zhao Long’s abdomen fiercely with the sword hilt.

Bang!

Zhao Long’s body was shaken and flew, landing heavily below the stage.

"Wang Yun, wins!"

The referee loudly announced the match result. Despite Zhao Long’s reluctance, he had fallen off the stage and completely lost his qualification for the match.

"Amazing... simply amazing!"

Xiao Juanyun looked at Ling Feng in disbelief, giving him a thumbs-up.

If predicting the match result might be considered luck, but analyzing the exact move and which move clearly is somewhat of a heavenly resistance.

"Brother Ling, you wouldn’t be one of those guys who was body seized and reborn by some old monster, right?"

Xiao Juanyun looked at Ling Feng with a serious face, speaking solemnly, "Feel free to tell me, I have a strong capacity for psychological endurance!"

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