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Yuan Jia, a highly gifted disciple of the Fist Sect, possessed a pure spiritual root, enabling rapid progress in her martial practice.
Although Yuan Jia lacked the qualifications to compete on Wuyuan Island the previous year, this year was a different story.
Just a few days ago, she had achieved a breakthrough to the 6th Heaven of the Paragon Warrior, and now she was on the brink of ascending to the 7th Heaven, earning her a prominent position within the Fist Sect.
Pending her performance in the upcoming contest, he was prepared to accept Yuan Jia as his final disciple. Consequently, when Yuan Jia’s na was ntioned, Elder Man was in high spirits.
“Very well,” Elder Man responded calmly.
While Elder Man from the Beastmaster Sect didn’t particularly concern himself with Yuan Jia, he couldn’t ignore the words of the Fist Sect’s Elder Man, given that Gu Chaoyan, a disciple of the Beastmaster Sect, was involved.
Upon arriving at the arena, representatives from the various sects engaged in casual conversation.
“It appears that the Supre Sect has been nurturing an abundance of talented disciples in recent years, and this year’s contestants are no exception, ” remarked individuals from the Fengyue Sect upon spotting mbers of the Supre Sect.
“Indeed. Fengyue Sect has consistently stood as our equal,” replied Elder Lin.
The pleasantries exchanged between the major sects were lengthy but insincere.
Gu Chaoyan’s patience waned, prompting her to shift her focus to what truly interested her—the mbers of the Moon Sect.
The individuals from the Moon Sect carried themselves with an air of openness and integrity, far removed from the deanor of thieves.
What was happening with them?
After the initial pleasantries, it was ti for the contest to comnce.
Each sect had nominated two disciples, and if the first disciple was not defeated, another would step in.
The rules closely mirrored those of typical contests, with only minor variations.
The disciples from the other sects conducted themselves with admirable composure. They were all skilled practitioners, nearly reaching the level of Paragon Warriors. Victory hinged on their martial prowess.
The outcos were determined swiftly, leaving many sects eliminated within a few hours.
anwhile, at the Supre Sect’s arena, Lv Zhengyang faced off against a Moon Sect disciple.
Lv Zhengyang exuded confidence, having carefully observed the competition beforehand. Most participants had displayed subpar reactions, leading Lv Zhengyang to believe he could excel.
He possessed a comprehensive skill set and had no intention of allowing anyone from the Moon Sect to gain an advantage over him.
“Begin,” Lv Zhengyang uttered coldly.
mbers of the Moon Sect exchanged smiles and signaled for the contest to comnce.
The duel unfolded.
The two combatants were evenly matched, prompting Elder Man to crack a smile. “It appears that Zhengyang’s performance is more consistent than the disciples from other schools. Those individuals typically falter within ten moves, but Zhengyang has already engaged in over 20 exchanges, and he holds the upper hand.”
As a disciple of the Beastmaster Sect, Lv Zhengyang’s victory in the contest would be a source of great pride for the sect.
Furthermore, winning the contest would grant him access to the water supply for a six-month period. By then, Zhengyang anticipated reaching a higher level of proficiency.
Undoubtedly, the Beastmaster Sect held substantial power and influence.
Elder Man, representing the Beastmaster Sect, brimd with joy as he contemplated the potential benefits.
Lv Zhengyang’s triumph would also bestow significant advantages upon the Supre Sect, which elicited great satisfaction from the other Elder n.
Lv Zhengyang’s confidence swelled, and he harbored intentions of concluding the contest swiftly.
In fact, he was on the verge of unleashing his full strength…
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