43: C43 The First Round

C43 The First Round

Without hesitation, Su Yuan and Xiao Rann walked into the main hall.

Countless disciples of the Taixuan Sect were gathered in the hall. Su Yuan glanced around and found that there were more than a thousand of them.

Every year, the Taixuan Sect would recruit close to a thousand outstanding disciples in the Wu Kindom. After three years, nearly three thousand people would participate in the competition, and this was only a part of it.

The members of the Mission Hall diligently recorded the information of every disciple of the Taixuan Sect who came to report. When it was Su Yuan's turn... The disciple in black confirmed the information of Su Yuan several times, then asked Su Yuan in disbelief.

"Junior brother, you have only joined the Taixuan Sect for less than a month. Are you sure you want to participate in this Sect Competition? If you want to participate, you won't have the qualifications to participate in the next Sect Competition!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the crowd immediately burst into laughter.

"Where did this brat come from? He actually doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth! He just joined the sect for less than a month and he wants to participate in the Sect Competition?"

"Could it be that he thinks that the cultivation level of Taixuan Sect is about the same as the cultivation level of his family? He thinks that he can casually beat up everything!"

"It's true. This is too funny. Hahahaha..."

Su Yuan heard their mockery and a slight smile appeared on his face. However, he did not refute or express anything. He just said to the disciple in black indifferently.

"I'm sure. Help me register."

The disciple in black shrugged his shoulders and didn't try to persuade him. He just followed the instructions and recorded his information.

At this moment, the surrounding people laughed even louder.

"This kid actually really intends to participate. Don't tell me he thinks that he can really obtain some good results?"

"I'm impressed by him. He has been in the Taixuan Sect for so long, but this is the first time I've seen someone who doesn't know who he is. It will be too late for him to regret it after he is beaten up by someone!"

"Who cares? If that's the case, then this matter is enough for me to laugh for a day..."

A tall and sturdy young man with a crew cut even grinned at Su Yuan and laughed.

"Kid, this is not an activity that you can participate in now. If I meet you in a while, I will definitely let you know this!"

Xiao Rann looked at the reactions of the surrounding people and smiled lightly. He did not have the intention to speak up for Su Yuan. He patted Su Yuan on the shoulder and said.

"I have other arrangements. I will go to the other side. You work hard. I hope you will not be eliminated in the first round."

Su Yuan nodded slightly.

Only now did the crowd realize that Su Yuan had come with a purple-clothed disciple. They immediately restrained themselves, but the disdain on their faces was not concealed.

Su Yuan ignored the changes in their expressions. He waited in the main hall for a while, and also understood the pattern of the Great Sect Competition.

Due to the large number of people participating in the Great Sect Competition, the first round of the competition would randomly assign all participants to thirty battlefields. There would be around a hundred disciples in each battlefield, and they would fight for a maximum of ten spots. More than ninety percent of the participants would be directly eliminated.

The second round would be a battle arena. The remaining hundreds of people would fight in pairs until the final victor was decided.

The disciples of the Mission Division were very efficient in handling matters. Not long after, Su Yuan heard his name from the disciple in black.

"Su Yuan, Number A: Ugly Battlefield!"

Su Yuan raised his hand to signal. The disciple in black confirmed it and continued.

"Ta Shan, Number A Ugly Battlefield!"

"I'm here!" The burly youth who had just mocked Su Yuan shouted.

"F * ck! What a coincidence! Did they really bump into each other?"

The surrounding people were all excited for a moment, and urged the tall and sturdy young man to speak.

"Tashan, teach this kid a good lesson later, and let him know what the immensity of heaven and earth is!"

Tashan chuckled.

"The heavens really can't bear to see this. Everyone, rest assured, I will definitely not be lenient!"

As he spoke, he shot a smug glance at Su Yuan.

Su Yuan did not have the time to care about him. He thought about the rules of the first round of the Sect Competition and his eyes flickered. After a moment, he became firm.

As the black-clothed disciple finished reporting all the participants of the battle, another black-clothed disciple walked over and led Su Yuan and the others to another huge palace.

Unlike before, this hall was empty. Apart from the ten hassocks placed in the center of the hall, there was nothing else.

The black-clothed disciple who led Su Yuan and the others into the palace pointed at the hassock and said.

"Everyone, this is the target that you all are going to fight for. A praying mat represented a quota. After the palace doors closed, the battle began. No matter what method you use, the person sitting on the praying mat will be sent to the arena for the second round of the competition in an hour. Those who cannot sit on the praying mat will be eliminated! "

When he said this, he paused and asked.

"Is there anything you don't understand?"

Almost a hundred people in the hall looked at each other, but none of them objected.

The black-clothed disciple lightly nodded: "Very well, everyone, please be prepared. I will close the door right now, and the battle will begin immediately!"

He recited a few words and pointed at the palace doors.

A streak of spiritual light flew out from his finger and landed on the door. With a creak, the door automatically closed.

Everyone's hearts were filled with anxiety. Until the door completely closed with a rumble, most of them pounced on the ten hassocks almost at the same time.

Even though they knew that they might not be able to protect the hassocks to the end under the attacks of others, as long as the hassocks were in their hands, they still had some hope.

Su Yuan did not attack immediately. He was very confident in himself and did not care about this short period of time.

There were seven or eight people who did not attack like him, and one of them was Ta Shan.

At this moment, Ta Shan deliberately stood next to Su Yuan and said with an undisguised mocking smile.

"Now, you know your own limitations. You know that you don't even have the qualifications to fight for the hassock. But it's too late to regret it! If you obediently stand here and don't move from now on, perhaps no one will be willing to pay attention to you. But if you dare to take a step recklessly, be careful that you will suffer immediately!"

He chuckled a few more times and walked towards the center of the chaotic battlefield.

The aura of the Third Level Spirit Gathering Realm emanated from his body. In this hall, this cultivation could absolutely be considered top strength.

"Flame Burst Arts!"

Ta Shan shouted. Several human-head-sized fireballs instantly condensed in front of him, bombarding towards the center of the battlefield.

After a few rumbles, a hassock flew into the air and was firmly grasped in his hand. After landing on the ground, he threw a threatening glance at his surroundings.

"This quota is mine! Who dares to snatch my things?"

Being stared at by him, the surrounding people all began to back off. For a moment, no one dared to compete with him.

A proud expression appeared on Ta Shan's face, but in the next moment, a voice suddenly sounded behind him.1

"Your spot? No, that's mine!"

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