The charming widow of the Marquis's mansion: The stable boy carries the flag and raises the dra

Five days passed in the blink of an eye.

On the huge map of light and shadow above Sendai, the two golden dots representing the Eastern Region were still moving slowly, as if strolling leisurely on this battlefield surrounded by hundreds of people.

Behind them, however, lay a dense array of grayish-white marks.

Each mark represents a contestant who has been eliminated.

The atmosphere in the stands has completely changed.

The initial disdain and contempt for the Eastern Regions dissipated quietly like morning mist, replaced by a repressed silence.

They started discussing it in disbelief.

"More than a hundred people...more than a hundred people were eliminated?"

"Including those eliminated in the previous two days, Wang Long and Ye Niannu alone crippled nearly half of the opposing four domains' extermination teams!"

"Are they even human? Even if the holy sons and daughters of the four major sects of the Central Region joined forces, they might not be able to achieve this."

"Just who is this Wang Long? His strength seems to be only at the early stage of the Supreme Realm, but when he fights, those guys at the mid-stage of the Supreme Realm are like paper in front of him."

"Ye Niannu is the same. I have never seen her movement and swordsmanship in the Eastern Region before. It's as if she came from another system."

The leader of the Western Regions Serpent Bone Sect had been silent for two whole days, and the elders beside him had ashen faces and had not uttered a word.

The leaders from the Southern and Northern Regions also looked grim. Many of their most outstanding disciples had been harvested by those two golden lights over the past few days.

The spectator areas of the four major sects in the Central Region had long lost the composure and restraint they had displayed a few days ago.

The elder of the Qian Yuan Sect, dressed in a dark gold robe, had already changed his teacup three times, but he had never actually taken a sip.

He stared at the two rapidly moving dots on the map, remained silent for a long time, and then slowly spoke, his voice a few decibels lower than a few days ago.

"What kind of fighting style does this Wang Long have? His fighting style doesn't seem like something that those small, insignificant families in the Eastern Region could teach."

The gray-robed old man beside him also had a solemn expression and shook his head.

"Even I can't see through it. The spiritual technique he used has no such lineage even in the Central Region."

"Moreover, Ye Niannu, who is by his side, is not simple either."

"Among those they eliminated in the past few days, there were quite a few experts in the mid-stage of the Supreme Realm, but each time they ended the battle cleanly and decisively, giving them almost no chance to fight back."

"These two people can no longer be judged by the old standards of the Eastern Region."

Upon hearing this, the elders of the surrounding sects in the Central Region fell silent.

In the viewing area of ​​the Tianlan Sect, the team leader's gaze also fell on the two golden dots on the map.

He stared in silence for a moment, then turned his head and whispered to the elder beside him.

"That Wang Long is indeed stronger than he was in the Spirit Realm. When he fought Wang Qingyan and Zhao Heng back then, although he was also very efficient, he was nowhere near as...effortless as he is now."

The elder of Tianlan Sect nodded slightly, his gaze carrying a serious scrutiny.

"His growth rate is too fast. I'm wondering how much of our Tianlan Sect's proud speed advantage will remain in front of him."

The team leader did not answer immediately.

After a moment, he exhaled softly and whispered.

"The selection process isn't over yet; they'll inevitably meet again, and then we'll know who's stronger!"

Meanwhile, in the Kunyin Sect's viewing area, several Kunyin Sect elders were talking in hushed tones, their voices filled with suppressed anxiety.

"The only good news is that Yin Jiuyou and Liu Ruyan haven't encountered them yet."

"If we encounter... given their performance these past few days, it's hard to say."

"What nonsense are you talking about? Yin Jiuyou's assassination techniques and poison needles have yet to meet their match among his peers. Even if those two from the Eastern Region are very skilled, they may not be able to defend against Jiuyou's hidden attacks."

"That being said, don't forget that many of those who were eliminated before thought the same way."

Three cultivators from the Northern Region were eliminated.

Ye Niannu turned her head to the northwest and said in a deep voice.

"My lord, there seems to be some commotion over there, bigger than any we've encountered in the past few days."

"Let's go take a look."

Without hesitation, Wang Long moved quickly in the northwest direction.

Ye Niannu followed closely behind, the two figures moving silently and swiftly through the sparse woods.

As they crossed a ridge, the view ahead made them both slow down.

It was a wide valley surrounded by several low hills, with a lower elevation than the surrounding area. The gentle slopes on all sides were like natural stands, and at this moment, there were quite a few people standing on those slopes, clearly attracted by the scenery.

In the center of the valley, two people were facing each other.

A man dressed in a dark gold robe, with a handsome face but a distinctly cold demeanor, was none other than Zhao Heng, the Holy Son of the Qian Yuan Sect.

The other person was dressed in a dark gray close-fitting outfit, with a wielderly build. He held a silver spear with the tip touching the ground, and his spiritual energy surged slightly around him as if it were a tangible substance.

Wang Long didn't recognize the man, but judging from the calm yet sharp aura emanating from him, he was definitely not an ordinary person.

The cultivators standing on the gentle slopes all occupied advantageous positions, their eyes focused on the two people in the center of the valley.

Some people were talking in hushed tones, some were watching the spectacle with their arms crossed, and some were already secretly assessing the situation.

"Isn't this going to turn into a fight?"

Ye Niannu smiled charmingly, looking like she was enjoying the show.

Wang Long did not answer immediately. He could sense that the auras of the two people in the center of the valley had reached a critical point, like a bowstring stretched to its limit, ready to be released at any moment.

The moment their eyes met, Zhao Heng moved first. Dark golden spiritual energy condensed into a longsword in his palm, its blade carrying a sharp aura, slashing straight down at the gray-clad man opposite him with lightning speed!

However, the man in gray showed no panic. He simply turned slightly to the side and flicked his silver spear, the tip of which precisely struck the point where Zhao Heng's sword strike was at its strongest.

Instead of a direct confrontation, he skillfully deflected the sharp blade energy by half an inch at an extremely clever angle.

Zhao Heng's attack was neutralized, and his reaction was equally swift. He changed his move accordingly, and the blade drew an arc in the air before sweeping out again.

The man in gray remained calm and composed, taking a half-step back. With a flick of his spear, he aimed straight for Zhao Heng's central position.

The two exchanged blows, their swords and spears clashing and clanging in the valley, producing a dense metallic clang. The shockwaves generated by the collision of their spiritual energies constantly stirred up the surrounding gravel and grass.

The monks who had been watching the spectacle from the gentle slope quieted down considerably.

Someone couldn't help but whisper in admiration.

"Zhao Heng's swordsmanship is indeed steady, but that gray-clad man is even more formidable. His spear techniques may not seem fast, but each strike is precisely timed to coincide with the gaps in Zhao Heng's changes of moves."

"Who is that person? He's dressed so simply; he doesn't seem to be from one of the four major sects in the Central Region."