The rewards of each Martial Meeting were extremely generous, if the rewards were poor, it wouldn’t be enough to attract people to risk their lives. Under normal circumstances, the rewards would be collected by the three top Sects, and Star Soul Palace would also provide half of the rewards. The types of pills, cultivation techniques, and secret arts were all extremely tempting.
What made the tens of thousands of participating cultivators even more excited was that not only could the winner of the individual and group battles obtain generous rewards, but they could also enter the Three Great Sects’ Secret Area to cultivate. Each of the three Sects had a time limit of one month.
Each of the three top Sects of the Southern Domain had their own foundation. The Azure Sun Temple’s Divine Movement Mirror World, the Martial Intent Temple of the Heavenly Martial Holy Land, and the Stellar Astral Wind of the Plain Palace each had their own unique advantages. The Divine Movement Mirror World was a place to cultivate one’s Soul, while the Martial Intent Temple was a place to comprehend various Domain, and the Stellar Astral Wind of the Plain Palace was a perfect place to temper one’s physical body.
The Secret Territory of the Three Great Factions contained the essence, energy, and spirit of a cultivator. If one could make a trip to these three places, their future prospects would definitely be limitless. Who wouldn’t be tempted by such a reward? Supplies and other things were all external forces, and one’s own strength was the foundation.
Not only could the first place obtain these rewards, they could even choose any one of them to join as a core disciple.
As soon as this reward was announced, the tens of thousands of cultivators in the valley all gasped in excitement.
But then again, in the past Martial Meetings, the first place winners were all core disciples of the three great forces, so although this reward was extremely attractive to ninety-nine percent of the participants, it was only icing on the cake for the disciples of the three great forces.
The reason why it had offered such a reward was to show it to the cultivators of the other three great forces so that they could display their full strength and strive for the best ranking. After so many years of the Martial Meeting, there had indeed been people who had managed to do so, and more than once, an originally unknown existence had emerged from the Martial Meeting and been absorbed by the three great forces, ultimately achieving extraordinary results.
The rewards for the second place were slightly lower, and they could only choose a random force to join as a core disciple, so the rewards for the three Secret Areas naturally became two.
The third place winner could choose a force to join, and the reward for this Secret Territory was one.
After that, there was only the reward of materials and no opportunity to join a Sect or enter a Secret Territory.
With such a reward being offered, the tens of thousands of cultivators in the mountain valley were naturally eager to try their luck and secretly decided to perform well this time, perhaps they really would be able to leap over the dragon gate.
After Feng Ming finished reading out the rules and rewards, he turned around and glanced at Xiao Yuyang, who smiled at him, indicating that he had nothing to say. Feng Ming then raised his hand and shouted, “Begin!”
Bang…
From some unknown place, the sound of gongs and drums resounded throughout the entire mountain valley, deafening to the ears. From the mountainside, a number of figures shot out, each of them carrying a different colored light, as if a meteor shower had fallen from the sky, all of them landing on the high platform in the mountain valley.
Yang Kai was also among them. As the referee, he naturally had to take the lead.
Speaking of which, it was quite funny, this was the first time in his life he had done something like a referee, but with his experience and knowledge, he was quite calm.
Standing on the eighth ring, Yang Kai stretched out his hand and picked up a jade slip. Using his Divine Sense to probe it, he found a series of numbers on the jade slip. Each number represented a cultivator, and the order of appearance and each opponent had already been arranged. All Yang Kai needed to do was call out the number of each side and then observe the situation quietly before deciding on a fair judgment.
Looking around, he declared loudly, “First match, 3018 against 1561.”
As soon as he finished speaking, a petite figure flew out from below the stage and landed firmly on the stage. She bowed to Yang Kai and said, “Greetings, Senior.”
Yang Kai took a deep breath, wondering if he was as old as the family elders, but with his own strength, there weren’t many people in this Star Boundary who could stand on equal footing with him or call themselves his seniors.
He look at the person who had just rushed over nodded and smiled before looking carefully. The one on stage was a petite woman with her beautiful hair tied into two exquisite ponytails. Her long black hair fluttered in the wind, and she wore a fitting dress that accentuated her exquisite figure. From her face, it was obvious she was quite young and still had a youthful aura about her. Her cultivation was also quite good, and she was obviously a Second-Order Principle Source Stage master. It was unknown which Sect she came from.
While he was still sizing her up, another person appeared on the other side. It was a tall and handsome man dressed in black robes that fluttered in the wind. His aura was extremely domineering and his eyes were filled with ruthlessness, making him look like he was not someone to be trifled with.
3rd order Principle Source Stage!
Yang Kai glanced at him and secretly felt that 3018 was in trouble. Not everyone could fight across realms like him, killing opponents stronger than him like slaughtering chickens or dogs. The difference in strength between a higher cultivation and a lower cultivation was often too great. If that wasn’t the case, what was the point of cultivating so desperately? Of course, such things couldn’t be summarized. In a life or death battle, one’s mentality, one’s ability to grasp the situation of the battle, and one’s ability to adapt to the situation were all key to victory. There were many examples of the weak defeating the strong.
Seeing her opponent step onto the stage, the 1818 woman cupped her fists and politely said, “Rakshasa Sect’s Yu Zhuo!”
This was a self-introduction. No matter how they fought later, they still had the necessary etiquette. The referee was watching from the side.
However, the black-clothed man didn’t think so. He simply raised his hand and pointed at Rakshasa Sect's Yu Zhuo, expressionlessly saying, “Scram, you’re not my opponent.” His tone wasn’t arrogant, as if he was stating a fact. After all, his cultivation was higher than his opponent’s.
Hearing this, a trace of anger flashed across Yu Zhuo’s face as she bit her lip lightly, “We haven’t even fought yet, how do you know I’m not your opponent?”
The man in black said, “Don’t refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit.”
Yu Zhuo was furious, but she suddenly took a deep breath to calm the anger in her heart before turning to look at Yang Kai and asking, “Senior, can we begin?” Since she had come here, how could she be scared off by a few words? However, the other party’s condescending attitude really made her angry. If not for her good upbringing, she would not have taken the initiative to ask Yang Kai.
Yang Kai’s eyes drooped as he crossed his arms in front of his chest and nodded, “Sure.”
In fact, the two of them could have started on the stage, but Yu Zhuo’s scholarly and understanding appearance gave her a favorable impression.
As soon as he finished speaking, the black-clothed man suddenly rushed towards Yu Zhuo like a whirlwind. A large blade as tall as a man appeared in his hand, and with a flash of lightning, he appeared in front of Yu Zhuo and slashed down towards her head. He didn’t have the slightest intention of showing mercy to the fairer sex, and from the looks of it, it seemed like he wanted to cut Yu Zhuo in half before letting the matter rest.
Yu Zhuo was startled, obviously not expecting the other party to attack so suddenly without any warning.
In a hurry, she sent out a soft whip, which transformed into a series of whip shadows to protect her vital points.
Clang, clang, clang. A series of explosions rang out as the two people on the stage rushed forward, one in front and the other behind. The black-clothed man pressed forward, the great saber in his hand giving off an extraordinary aura as he attacked with all his might, completely disregarding his own life and focusing on offense, suppressing Yu Zhuo to the point where she couldn’t even breathe.
His cultivation was higher than Yu Zhuo’s to begin with, and now that he had taken the initiative, he naturally had the upper hand.
However, Yu Zhuo was obviously not bad. The soft whip in her hand was like an extension of her arm, and even though she had lost the initiative, she had managed to block over a hundred of her opponent’s fierce attacks in an instant. Even though she had been suppressed to the point where she couldn’t breathe and was clearly showing signs of defeat, she wasn’t that weak.
This scene caused Yang Kai to raise his brow slightly as he carefully observed. He couldn’t help being serious. He was the judge of Arena Eight, so he had to try his best to ensure that no one died. Once he noticed something was wrong, he had to intervene.
This was the first day of the Martial Meeting, so he didn’t want anything to go wrong.
To be honest, from an individual’s point of view, he was biased towards Yu Zhuo. This had nothing to do with a man or a woman, it was mainly because Yu Zhuo was very polite to him. On the other hand, the black-clothed man’s arrogant attitude made him unhappy. He was the referee of Arena Eight, not only he didn’t call him Senior, it was to the point of not even glancing at him? However, the referee couldn’t be biased towards anyone, so he could only wait and see. At the same time, he could only sigh in his heart, thinking that Yu Zhuo was doomed. Her cultivation was inferior to others, and she had lost the initiative. If nothing went wrong, the outcome would soon be determined.
On the stage, the two of them flew forward one after another, retreating to the edge of the stage in the blink of an eye.
Yu Zhuo was forced to retreat, so she couldn’t pay any attention to the situation beneath her feet. By the time she realized that her foot had missed, it was already too late. Once she fell off the stage, she would lose.
This sudden turn of events caused Yu Zhuo to panic as she let out a cry of alarm, her body suddenly leaning back as she lost her balance.
The black-clothed man who was chasing after her had already anticipated this. After all, the angle of his vision was different, so he could clearly see what Yu Zhuo couldn’t see. Seeing this, he grinned and shouted, “Scram!”
As he spoke, he swung his blade towards Yu Zhuo.
Yang Kai almost couldn’t resist attacking.
However, in the blink of an eye, Yu Zhuo’s body bent at an incredible angle, one of her feet planted on the edge of the stage, her bent body dodging the black-clothed man’s attack. Immediately after, her flexible whip wrapped around the blade and with a burst of strength, she appeared behind the black-clothed man.
The two of them exchanged positions.
Many of the spectating cultivators below the stage were stunned, and a wave of cheers rose and fell. Obviously, it was Yu Zhup's fellow disciples who were cheering.
Yang Kai was also a bit stunned. He hadn’t expected Yu Zhuo to be able to find a way out in this desperate situation. He could clearly see that this wasn’t something Yu Zhuo had planned beforehand. The panic on her face and the reaction she had after stepping on the air was not fake.
The only reason she could escape the crisis of falling off the ring was because of her ability to adapt to the situation.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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