A god-level alchemist, starting by manually crafting forbidden pills.

The scene fell silent instantly.

Until the voice of the Zhengyang Sect elder rang out once again.

"Next match: Chen Ming of the Qingyun Sect versus Wu Xiong of the Zhengyang Sect!"

On the arena.

Chen Ming held a long spear in his hand.

"Chen Ming of the Qingyun Sect..."

"You talk too much nonsense!"

Wu Xiong didn't even listen to Chen Ming finish speaking before his figure vanished from the spot, and his broadsword slashed down fiercely.

clang!

Chen Ming hastily defended himself, and the mouth of his hand was shattered by the impact, but before he could even catch his breath...

Wu Xiong's ferocious swordsmanship left an impenetrable trail, each strike faster than the last.

Chen Ming could only barely parry.

With the tenth strike, Wu Xiong seized an opening and slashed at Chen Ming's right leg.

puff!

Blood splattered everywhere.

Chen Ming's right leg was severed at the knee!

"ah--!!"

Chen Ming screamed and fell off the stage, blood gushing from his broken leg.

"Senior brother!"

The Qingyun Sect disciples rushed forward to stop the bleeding, their eyes filled with hatred as they looked at Wu Xiong as if they wanted to devour him alive.

"Chen Ming of the Qingyun Sect is out of action; Wu Xiong of the Zhengyang Sect wins!"

On the high platform, Master Qingyang finally couldn't hold back any longer and slammed his fist on the table.

"Sikong Jue, a martial arts exchange should only end when the point is reached. Are you trying to kill me?!"

His beard and hair stood on end, and the pressure of his nascent soul erupted.

Master Xuanming's face was also ashen, and a chilling aura emanated from his body.

"Does your Zhengyang Sect intend to start a war with us?!"

Sikong Jue picked up his teacup, took a slow sip, and then said calmly.

"Fellow Daoist Qingyang, Fellow Daoist Xuanming, why the anger?"

"Fists and kicks have no eyes; injuries are inevitable. If you're afraid of getting hurt, why participate in the martial arts competition?"

"you!"

Master Qingyang and Master Xuanming were so angry that they trembled all over.

"Moreover, my Zhengyang Sect disciples have already exercised great restraint in their actions."

Sikong Jue crushed the teacup in his hand and sneered, "If we really went all out, would they have survived?"

"you--!"

Master Qingyang was furious and about to lash out, but was stopped by the elders beside him.

I took a few deep breaths.

Master Qingyang then suppressed his anger, sat back in his seat, and revealed a murderous intent in his eyes.

He had lost all trace of his former otherworldly demeanor.

Master Xuanming snorted coldly and remained silent.

Both of them felt their goodwill towards the Zhengyang Sect had plummeted to rock bottom.

Below the ring.

Luo Fan watched all of this quietly, his eyes devoid of any emotion, as if he had expected it all along.

The Zhengyang Sect held this martial arts tournament.

Their real purpose was to wipe out these rising stars in one fell swoop.

This is not a bad thing.

Having experienced this calamity, the Qingyun and Xuantian sects deeply resent the Zhengyang sect.

This was precisely his opportunity to win over both factions.

At this moment, the voice of the Zhengyang Sect elder rang out again.

"Qin Wushuang of the Xuantian Sect versus Sun Qiang of the Zhengyang Sect, number ten in Group C!"

As the words fell, Qin Wushuang, dressed in a light blue dress, gracefully walked onto the stage.

She was tall and slender, with long, straight legs that were partially visible beneath her long dress.

But at this moment, her beautiful eyes were filled with frost.

Liu Yue is her junior, and the two have a very good relationship.

Liu Yue's cultivation was severely damaged by Zhou Lang, and despite being rescued, she remained unconscious.

She's going to get her revenge!

"Tsk tsk tsk, the Xuantian Sect is no less beautiful than the Peach Blossom Temple."

Sun Qiang licked his lips. "I don't know how to be gentle with women. Don't think I'll go easy on you."

Qin Wushuang didn't speak, but reached out and gripped the sword. The blade was slender and gleamed with a cold light.

Clang!

The sword rang out clearly, its killing intent chilling.

"Oh, are you angry?"

Sun Qiang grinned maliciously, his dagger held horizontally in front of him. "I love a rose with thorns like you!"

"Yeah!"

Qin Wushuang moved.

Her figure dissipated like wisps of smoke, and when she reappeared, she was already in front of Sun Qiang.

"So fast!"

Sun Qiang was shocked and quickly swung his sword to block.

clang!

Swords clashed, sparks flew.

But Qin Wushuang's sword was too fast, and the sword light was like rain, continuous and endless.

Sun Qiang could only barely hold on, and then suffered repeated defeats, completely suppressing him.

On the high platform, Sikong Jue's face darkened.

Sun Qiang was quite strong, possessing the cultivation of the ninth level of Foundation Establishment, yet he appeared completely outmatched in front of Qin Wushuang.

"Azure Lotus Sword Rain!"

With a flick of his slender sword, the sword light in Qin Wushuang's hands transformed into blooming blue lotuses.

Puff puff!

Sun Qiang was unable to defend himself for a while, and his body was covered with more than a dozen sword wounds, dripping with blood.

He screamed in agony as the ghost-headed knife slipped from his hand.

hum!

Qin Wushuang's sword tip was pressed against Sun Qiang's throat.

Gudong!

Sun Qiang swallowed.

"I...I give up!"

Cold sweat broke out on his back as he could feel the killing intent emanating from Qin Wushuang.

Qin Wushuang sneered, "You're not worthy!"

She swung her sword again.

Puff puff!

Sun Qiang's arms and legs were instantly riddled with more than a dozen bloody holes.

"ah--!!"

He screamed and fell to his knees.

"This sword strike is to avenge my junior sister."

Qin Wushuang sheathed his sword and kicked Sun Qiang in the dantian.

puff!

Sun Qiang coughed up blood and flew backward, crashing heavily off the stage, losing 30% of his cultivation.

"Qin Wushuang of the Xuantian Sect wins!"

The elder announced the results.

"good!"

Master Xuanming slammed his fist on the table and stood up.

He then glanced at Sikong Jue's sword-fingers, which he had just suppressed, and sneered.

"Sect Master Sikong, my disciple was beaten half to death just now, and I did not intervene."

What, now that it's your disciple's turn, you're feeling sorry for him and want to bully the weak?

Sikong Jue's face was ashen, and he remained silent, his fists clenched so tightly in his sleeves that they cracked.

"Next up, Lin Hao from the Qingyun Sect will face Wang Meng from the Zhengyang Sect!"

Lin Hao, dressed in a blue robe, calmly stepped onto the stage. His expression was serene, but his eyes held a chilling killing intent.

Wang Hai and Chen Ming are both his junior fellow students.

One was beaten half to death, and the other had his leg severed.

As the senior disciple, he had to avenge this grudge, especially since it concerned the reputation of the Qingyun Sect.

"I heard you're the number one genius of the Qingyun Sect?"

Wang Meng slung a pair of battle axes over his shoulder: "What a coincidence, I'm going to take down a genius!"

"Noisy."

Lin Hao said calmly, drawing his longsword.

"Take this!"

Wang Meng swung both axes simultaneously, with tremendous force.

Lin Hao neither dodged nor evaded, but thrust out his longsword.

clang!

The tip of the sword touched the axe.

With a strange force, Wang Meng's two axes collided uncontrollably.

What?!

Wang Meng was greatly alarmed.

Lin Hao's sword light flowed like clouds, and he unleashed thirteen sword strikes in an instant.

Ding ding ding ding…

Wang Meng blocked twelve sword strikes in a row.

The thirteenth sword.

puff!

The sword tip pierced his shoulder, drawing out a spray of blood.

"what!"

Wang Meng screamed in agony as his two axes slipped from his hands.

"My junior brother Chen Ming had his leg cut off by you, so this is a return favor."

Lin Hao pressed the tip of his sword against Wang Meng's dantian. "So, I'll leave you with your dog's leg!"

"You dare!"

"Oh?"

Lin Hao then unleashed a sword strike.

Wang Meng's right leg was severed at the knee.

"ah--!!"

Wang Meng screamed and fell to the ground.

Lin Hao sheathed his sword and kicked him in the dantian.

Wang Meng coughed up blood and flew backward, crashing off the stage, losing 40% of his cultivation.

"Lin Hao of the Qingyun Sect wins!"

"good!"

Master Qingyang laughed loudly and looked at the furious Sikong Jue.

"Brother Sikong, you just said that fists and feet have no eyes, and injuries are inevitable."

"What, now that it's your disciple's turn, you can't stand it?"

Sikong Jue's face was so gloomy it could drip water.

"Fellow Daoist Qingyang is right. Fists and feet have no eyes, and injuries are inevitable."

Master Qingyang fell silent.

I felt incredibly happy.

"Next up, Yan Wujiu of Peach Blossom Pavilion will face Jun Moli of Qingyun Sect!"

After the deep voice faded away.

Yan Wujiu, holding a small notebook in one hand and a pen in the other, slowly walked onto the arena.

"What is he doing?"

"You take notes during the game?"

The people in the audience looked at each other in bewilderment.

On the arena.

Yan Wujiu kept writing and reciting.

"Flirting Tip #24: Showcase your absolute strength under the spotlight; it will win the heart of a beauty and terrify your rivals..."

"..."

Jun Moli's face darkened, and he twitched his eye hard.

"You look down on me?!"

He raised an eyebrow and thrust his sword at Yan Wujiu.

"Hmm, this move, 'White Rainbow Piercing the Sun,' has a good starting stance. I'll remember it."

Yan Wujiu stepped aside to avoid him and continued taking notes.

"You bastard!"

Jun Moli was enraged, and his sword flashed like rain.

"The Azure Cloud Sword Technique: Rain of Pear Blossoms, consists of thirty-six forms, each with seven variations..."

Yan Wujiu was like a slippery eel, always managing to dodge at the last minute.

He was dodging while also taking notes.

"The movements should be graceful, the posture cool, the hairstyle neat, and ideally, it should have a touch of nonchalance..."

"Hmm...that's perfect..."

"..."

The audience was stunned.

Does this work too?

Was he competing or just playing around?

On the high platform.

Yunxi rubbed her forehead.

Liu Linglong covered her mouth and chuckled softly.

"Senior sister, all our disciples have been corrupted by that little rascal."

Yunxi glanced at her and said, "Then you can teach him a lesson in the future."

Liu Linglong blushed and rolled her eyes.

Who knows who will be training whom in the future?

On the arena.

Jun Moli was exhausted and panting heavily, having depleted most of his spiritual energy.

Yan Wujiu remained calm and composed.

"Sigh, it's already failing?"

He put away his notebook, sighed, and said, "I haven't finished taking notes yet. Why don't you try a little longer?"

After saying that, he gently struck out with his palm.

boom!

Caught off guard, Jun Moli was struck in the chest with a palm strike, sending him flying backward and crashing off the stage.

"Qingyun Sect's Lord Mo Li has fallen off the stage. Peach Blossom Pavilion's Yan Wujiu wins!"

The elder announced the results, his tone somewhat strange.

This might be the most bizarre match since the tournament began.

"Thank you for your concession."

Yan Wujiu clasped his hands in a fist salute to Jun Moli below the stage, then turned and left the stage.

Jun Moli lay on the ground, wanting to cry but unable to shed a tear.

He felt not defeated, but rather infuriated.