Conquer the game world

Chapter 152 New Competition System
However, Jiang Wuyai had already become the sect leader of the branch sect where Jiang Wuyai was located, so this person surnamed Han could only be transferred to another branch sect to serve as the sect leader.

Martial artists have an emotional attachment to the branch sects they've grown up in. So, when Sect Master Han was transferred, he was naturally unhappy and blamed Jiang Wuyai for it.

However, since both of them are now sect leaders, they naturally cannot afford to fight each other for no reason, as that would be beneath their dignity.

On the surface, the two no longer fought, but every time the main sect held a martial arts competition, it was a time for them to secretly compete. Every time the main sect held a martial arts competition, Sect Master Han would bring his disciples to fight Jiang Wuyai. Although two other sects had joined the competition this time, Sect Master Han couldn't be bothered with their level. He knew that as long as his sect's inner disciples were capable, the outer disciples were actually unimportant.

Therefore, Sect Master Han would naturally not let go of the matter of fighting with Jiang Wuyai.

The sect leader, surnamed Han, scanned all of Jiang Wuyai's disciples present, including Ye Feng, and finally fixed his gaze on Ye Feng.

Before arriving, this man surnamed Han had already inquired about the situation of Jiang Wuyai's disciples. He was also very clear that Ye Feng had won first place in the branch sect martial arts competition. Afterwards, Ye Feng demonstrated his soul attack skills yesterday, and this news had already spread. This sect leader surnamed Han had naturally heard about it. Therefore, the sect leader surnamed Han judged that Ye Feng was able to win first place entirely because of his soul attack skills.

Of all the disciples present, the sect leader surnamed Han only paid attention to Ye Feng. As for the other two martial artists at the early stage of the Spirit God realm, the martial artist surnamed Han did not care at all. They couldn't even beat the Spirit Form realm, so they were not worth paying attention to. Moreover, the sect leader surnamed Han also had a martial artist under his command who had already reached the middle stage of the Spirit God realm.

At this moment, a disciple under the sect leader surnamed Han stepped forward. This disciple stared directly at Ye Feng and said provocatively, "You are Ye Feng, right? You're qualified to play with me. Do you dare to come up and fight me later?"

Jiang Wuyai thought to himself, "This guy must have been arranged by Sect Master Han to come up and provoke us. Anyone with eyes can see that."

However, as the sect leader, it's not easy to say anything about such provocation between disciples. He can't very well disregard his status and reprimand a disciple.

This disciple's strength is at the mid-stage of the Spirit God realm, which can be considered quite formidable. Yet, he dared to challenge Ye Feng, who is only at the Spirit Form realm, which is hardly befitting his status.

However, there's no way around it. The General Sect Martial Arts Tournament has always been conducted in a challenge format. You can challenge whoever you want, but the opponent can also choose not to accept the challenge. However, if they don't accept the challenge, they will inevitably be at a disadvantage in terms of momentum.

"Who do you think you are? If you want to challenge Ye Feng, fight me first." Wang Chengye immediately stepped forward, dissatisfied. He had no temper with Ye Feng anymore, but that didn't mean he would tolerate provocation, even though this disciple wasn't challenging him.

After arriving at the main sect, the disciples of their branch sects could be considered teammates. At this point, there was no longer any internal competition. Moreover, Wang Chengye had long recognized Ye Feng's strength. Now, challenging Ye Feng was like provoking himself, which made Wang Chengye feel uncomfortable.

"You're not qualified to speak to Ye Feng," the disciple said sternly to Wang Chengye.

"You!" Wang Chengye's anger flared up instantly, and he looked ready to fight the disciple.

"Stop!" Jiang Wuyai shouted sharply, his voice carrying a strong aura of true energy that reached the ears of the disciples present.

Wang Chengye felt a pang of anxiety and had no choice but to stop what he was doing.

Seeing that Wang Chengye had stopped, Jiang Wuyai turned to the Han family leader and said, "Brother Han, let's wait until the competition begins. It would be a laughing stock if the disciples started fighting now."

"Alright, Jiang Wuyai, just you wait. I really want to see your expression, hahaha." This sect leader surnamed Han seemed extremely confident, laughing arrogantly as he left.

"These people are too arrogant. Do they really think we're helpless?" Wang Chengye said with dissatisfaction.

“Wang Chengye, you’re being too impulsive,” Jiang Wuyai said to Wang Chengye. “It’s no use in being good with words. Everything will depend on your strength when the competition starts. If you’re so impulsive now, how much of your strength will you be able to unleash then?”

Wang Chengye felt a chill in his heart, realizing that he had indeed been too angry because of someone else's provocation. He knew that he would be at a great disadvantage in a fight under such circumstances. He immediately calmed down and said to Jiang Wuyai, "Thank you for the reminder, Sect Master. I understand."

"Good that you understand. We'll discuss everything during the competition."

Soon after, the sound of drums echoed from the main peak, and the crowd began to stir. A handsome man stood on the main peak, and although he was far away, Ye Feng could feel the oppressive aura emanating from him.

"This person gives me the same oppressive feeling as Tong Zifeng, whom I met last time. It seems they are both experts at the same level," Ye Feng thought to himself.

"Grandmaster." The disciples of Yanluo Sect began to stir among the crowd. This person was none other than the Grandmaster of Yanluo Sect. These disciples were all branch disciples who had participated in the Grandmaster Martial Arts Tournament before, and they had all had the honor of seeing the Grandmaster.

"Quiet." The man standing atop the mountain peak spoke, and as if by magic, everyone fell silent.

"The rules for this martial arts competition have changed," the middle-aged man said from the mountain peak. "Because there are many participants this time, there will be a group competition before entering the main peak. More than half of the disciples will be eliminated here. Be prepared."

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he flicked his sleeve and left towards the main peak. He didn't need to worry about the upcoming competition; the elders would take care of it.

The new rules announced by the sect leader surprised all the branch sect disciples. According to past practice, when branch sect disciples came to the main sect, they would be given a certain amount of time to challenge others freely and have the opportunity to show their abilities.

But now the situation is different. Before entering the main peak, there is an elimination round, and ordinary disciples of the main sect will also participate in this elimination round. In addition to the original 50% elimination rate, this means that many disciples of the branch sects will probably not even have the chance to enter the main peak and will be eliminated directly, and can only be spectators in the audience.

Many disciples were looking forward to showing off at this time, so this situation naturally made all the branch disciples very frustrated.

However, the decision of the General Sect Martial Arts Tournament is naturally unchangeable. In fact, there is no other way. The number of participants in this year's tournament is much larger than in previous years, so it is impossible to follow the same rules as in previous years, as that would be too wasteful of time.

"Tch, what a pity, we can't challenge this kid on the main peak." A disciple next to Sect Master Han said dejectedly.

This disciple is Yu Hao, the strongest disciple under Sect Master Han. He is at the mid-stage of the Spirit God realm and is very confident in his strength.

"It's alright, as long as we meet in the martial arts competition later," Sect Master Han said calmly.

"Hmph, this kid better pray he doesn't run into me," Yu Hao said arrogantly.

Soon, all the branch disciples and ordinary disciples of the main sect completed their group assignments, which were determined by drawing lots. Of course, the main sect disciples tried their best not to end up in the same group.

"This is outrageous! Not only are they eliminating half the people, but they're also letting the main sect disciples participate, and even trying to keep them apart. This is practically favoring the main sect disciples!" Many people expressed their dissatisfaction. Ye Feng was also indignant, but there was nothing he could do. The rules were set by others, and if you're not strong enough here, you have to abide by them.

The disciples in the arena had already begun the group competitions under the guidance of dozens of elders. Ye Feng was in the ninth group, and to his surprise, he was in the same group as Yu Hao. Yan Xiaobai was also in Ye Feng's group.

The group competition did not have a single-elimination format, probably because many disciples from different sects rarely get to participate, and it would be too frustrating if they were eliminated in the first round by a slightly stronger opponent.

The group stage uses a round-robin format, meaning Ye Feng and Yu Hao will definitely have to fight each other in this group. Both Ye Feng and Yu Hao are also the strongest martial artists in this group.

However, the first thing happening right now is the duel between Yu Hao and Yan Xiaobai.

Yu Hao, who was in the arena, didn't even glance at Yan Xiaobai in front of him. Instead, he turned to Ye Feng and said, "Ye Feng, I didn't expect that we would actually be destined to be together. It seems that fate has decreed that you will lose to me."

"You should worry about yourself first," Yan Xiaobai said with dissatisfaction. It wasn't just because Yu Hao had provoked Ye Feng, but also because Yu Hao had ignored him. Any martial artist would be furious at such disregard. Although Yan Xiaobai's cultivation was only at the late-stage Spirit Form realm, the same as Ye Feng's, he had defeated many strong opponents in the branch sect competition, thanks to his mid-grade Earth-level twin rings, which qualified him for the main sect's martial arts tournament. Therefore, Yan Xiaobai was quite confident in himself. Even if he couldn't defeat Yu Hao, he could still cause him some trouble.

"You? I don't like hitting women. You'd better not overestimate yourself," Yu Hao said disdainfully to Yan Xiaobai.

"Damn it, you just wait until I get my hands on you." Yan Xiaobai said fiercely as her fiery temper flared up.

The referee elder announced the start of the match, and Yan Xiaobai launched a powerful attack. The double rings in her hands were extremely powerful and could destroy almost any defense. Facing such a strong opponent, Yan Xiaobai planned to suppress her opponent with a constant barrage of attacks.

However, Yu Hao remained remarkably calm when facing Yan Xiaobai's attack, seemingly with no intention of using any weapons.

"This guy is showing off to me, deliberately not using his weapon, right?" Ye Feng thought to himself, seeing through Yu Hao's intentions at a glance.

The situation on the field was also one-sidedly dominated. Although Yan Xiaobai's weapon was extremely powerful, Yu Hao was always able to easily dodge the attacks, or sometimes use the true energy he used to neutralize Yan Xiaobai's attacks.

When Yan Xiaobai's relentless attacks failed, he also revealed a weakness. Yu Hao seized the opportunity and unleashed a shockwave of true energy that struck Yan Xiaobai in the chest, knocking him off the dueling platform.

"Yu Hao wins the fourth match." The referee elder immediately announced. Yan Xiaobai was already powerless to resist. Yu Hao hadn't even used his weapon yet. It seemed that Yu Hao was definitely the number one disciple in the branch sect. Such a disciple was not much different from ordinary main sect martial artists.

Ye Feng caught Yan Xiaobai, who had been knocked off the stage, and checked his injuries. Seeing that Yan Xiaobai had not suffered any real harm, he was relieved.

"I've said it before, I don't hit women," Yu Hao said to Ye Feng from the stage.

Although Yu Hao was a bit arrogant, he at least had a lot of manly manners in this respect.

However, Yan Xiaobai's attention was no longer on Yu Hao. After being caught by Ye Feng, the usually carefree Yan Xiaobai's face was now flushed red.

"Are you alright?" Ye Feng asked Yan Xiaobai awkwardly. Ye Feng naturally understood why Yan Xiaobai's face was so red.

"It's nothing." Yan Xiaobai quickly pushed Ye Feng away, which eased the awkwardness between the two.

"I'll help you win it back in a bit," Ye Feng said, looking towards the dueling platform instead of daring to look at Yan Xiaobai.

"Ah."

Ye Feng's first opponent was a female disciple from the Bixia Sect, who turned out to be the same female disciple Ye Feng had helped last time.

"I abstain."

The referee had just announced the start of the match when the female disciple chose to forfeit. She had already witnessed Ye Feng's strength last time, and with such a monstrous powerhouse, she certainly had no chance.

This frustrated Ye Feng. He hadn't expected the competition to end before he even had a chance to fight. He knew he could gain experience from the competition, and Ye Feng didn't want the female disciple from the Bixia Sect to forfeit.

"Hey beautiful, you could at least hit me a couple of times," Ye Feng muttered dejectedly.

"Hmph, so this is the kid with soul power? I don't see anything to be afraid of." A gloomy-looking young man in Ye Feng's group said, his tone extremely arrogant, as if he didn't take Ye Feng seriously at all.

This young man was one of the inner sect disciples in Ye Feng's group. As an inner sect disciple, he naturally looked down on these outer sect disciples to some extent.

"It's just soul power. As long as we defend against it, there's nothing to be afraid of," said another man next to the young man. This man was also an inner disciple.

"That's right, soul power is ultimately just for show and useless. If he encounters me later, I'll beat him back to his original form," the young man said disdainfully.

"Next match, Wang Qinian will face Zheng Hao."

"It's my turn to go on stage." Upon hearing his name called, the young man flashed onto the dueling platform.

"I am Wang Qinian, an inner disciple. Please give me your guidance." Wang Qinian said with his fists clasped after stepping onto the stage. He wasn't saying this out of politeness, but rather to remind the other party that he was an inner disciple and to show off his superiority.

As expected, Zheng Hao felt a little nervous after hearing that Wang Qinian was an inner disciple, and his whole body seemed a little stiff.

The difference between martial artists is as thin as a hair's breadth, and such subtle expressions naturally fell into Wang Qinian's eyes. Wang Qinian was very satisfied with Zheng Hao's emotions.

This isn't to say that Wang Qinian lacked confidence in his own abilities and resorted to such underhanded tactics; it's simply that Wang Qinian enjoyed the feeling of being looked up to.

After the match began, Wang Qinian, like Yu Hao, did not use any weapons. Wang Qinian's strength was at the early stage of the Spirit God realm, while Zheng Hao's strength was only at the middle stage of the Spirit Form realm. There was a gap in strength between the two, and Zheng Hao was also somewhat timid, so he was unable to exert his normal strength. However, after a few moves, he was knocked off the stage by Wang Qinian.

"Hmph." Wang Qinian snorted after winning, and glanced triumphantly at Ye Feng and Yu Hao, as if to remind them of his presence and to provoke and demonstrate against them.

Little did they know that Ye Feng didn't take Wang Qinian's provocation to heart at all.

The other martial artists in the same group were all of average strength and did not stand out much. After witnessing the strength of Ye Feng, Wang Qinian, and Yu Hao, almost all the martial artists who encountered these three chose to give up. Faced with a fight that they had no chance of winning, they would rather give up and preserve their inner strength so that they could have a chance to fight other martial artists. After all, there were more than three spots available for advancement.

As the competition continued, Ye Feng finally met his opponent, Yu Hao.

Ye Feng's encounter with Yu Hao finally made this somewhat dull martial arts competition more interesting. The disciples below the stage all perked up, and Jiang Wuyai and Sect Master Han also paid close attention to the situation on the martial arts stage.

As soon as the match began, Yu Hao set up a defensive barrier in front of him, and only then did he feel at ease.

"Isn't your soul power quite strong? I'd like to see if you can get through my defense." Yu Hao said smugly. Soul power attacks are generally ineffective when they encounter defensive barriers, which is another reason why soul attacks are not highly regarded.

However, Yu Hao's smug expression didn't last long. Suddenly, Yu Hao felt a black world rushing towards him like a tidal wave, and in an instant, Yu Hao was completely swallowed up.

With a loud "whoosh," Yu Hao coughed up a mouthful of blood, and his entire body flew out like a kite. This was because Ye Feng had delivered a follow-up punch to Yu Hao, causing him to fly off the fighting platform in the same way that Yan Xiaobai had just done.

"What's going on?" The disciples below the stage were dumbfounded. Wasn't Yu Hao very strong? How could he be defeated by someone with just one punch?

(End of this chapter)