Chapter 65

Such scenes were constantly taking place on the ten stages.

Whenever a wooden tablet number was drawn, there would be a dedicated person to record it, to prevent any mistakes. At the same time, another empty wooden box would be moved out.

With the results of the first round of draws, the Top 100 Disciples Competition officially began.

Who could make it into the Top 100, who could make it into the Top 10 of the outer disciples, and who could make it into the inner disciples—all started from this moment.

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Stage 7.

In the first round, number 754, at the Seventh Level of Martial Dao, faced off against number 782, at the Sixth Level of Martial Dao.

A difference in realm, the final outcome was clear to everyone, unless one had a special trump card; otherwise, a loss was inevitable.

The consequence of a bad draw!

Of course, some would raise questions, why not divide the stages into beginner, intermediate, and advanced levels to determine the corresponding rankings? It seemed like a simple issue, but once implemented, it would be very difficult, involving many problems.

In the end, disciple number 754 defeated 782 in just five moves, smoothly earning the qualification to advance.

The fighting style was light and swift, taking control... For the disciples watching from below, the impact was undoubtedly significant. The same moves, executed in such a manner, and defended in such a way, opened up a new path.

The accumulation of martial arts knowledge was precisely due to this, which made many disciples secretly remember it in their hearts, gaining a deeper understanding of the application of moves.

Do not underestimate the application of a single move; it can play a significant role unintentionally. Often, a single move can make one invincible.

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The battles between high and low ranks were simple, and the drawing of names on the various stages continued non-stop.

Lin Fei was not idle, constantly observing the battles on stages 6, 7, and 8, the three nearest stages, and memorizing them all.

After three months of training, Lin Fei understood the importance of accumulation and digestion of various battles.

Learning is a long and arduous journey, and without progress, one will fall behind.

There were countless outer disciples like Lin Fei on the Divine Object Square, all learning and learning.

A day passed in a flash.

The next morning, as a ray of sunlight rose, the Top 100 Disciples Competition on the Divine Martial Gate Square began again.

"Round 78, number 714 vs. number 725!"

"Round 79, number 680 vs. number 845!"

"Round 80, number 768 vs. number 814!"

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A battle was not as long as outsiders might think, lasting for a full incense stick or even longer. On the contrary, the outcome was often decided in a very short time, not like a never-ending game.

In a match between experts, the outcome can be decided in a single breath, a single move, or a single flaw often determines the winner.

"Round 102, number 707 vs. number 736!"

The steward judge picked up the wooden tablet and read out the numbers with a blank expression, as if he had a deep grudge against the wooden tablet.

After the numbers were read, someone in the crowd leaped up gracefully and landed directly on the stage. Li Feipeng, a Seventh Level of Martial Dao expert, was a well-known figure among the outer disciples.

Hearing his number called, Lin Fei took a deep breath, knowing it was his turn. He didn't have such a flashy attitude and walked up step by step.

When Lin Fei stepped onto the stage, many outer disciples began to exclaim, clearly recognizing this famous figure. His previous feat of beating Zhang Wanshan's brother and later challenging Jun Wuhui, known as "Little Gentleman," made everyone want to see if Lin Fei was as formidable as rumored.

Below the stage, only one person was worried.

"Damn, how did Xiao Fei end up facing Li Feipeng? This guy is skilled in movement techniques, often depleting his opponent's spirit energy, making him very difficult to deal with. He's also known as 'Little Flyer'!" the expert was anxious.

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Lin Fei stepped onto the stage.

Li Feipeng was both excited and agitated, never expecting to face the rumored formidable Lin Fei. He didn't care at all, having heard that three months ago, Lin Fei was only at the Fourth Level of Martial Dao. In three months, how could he become so powerful? As for beating Zhang Chongshan, he didn't believe it, thinking it was just some people making a fuss.

"Pretty good luck, after defeating Lin Fei, my reputation will be even more prominent. A mere low-rank disciple, instead of staying below, comes up to make a fool of himself. I'll beat him up, ha ha, what a sense of achievement."

When Lin Fei stood firm, Li Feipeng laughed loudly, his gaze unrestrained. "Little brother Lin Fei, do you want to admit defeat now, or let your senior send you down?" He emphasized the last few words, the meaning clear.

Li Feipeng's words drew a lot of attention, and he looked very pleased, as if that was exactly what he wanted, enjoying the attention.

Lin Fei's reputation was not small, drawing many people's attention.

Everyone wanted to see what Lin Fei was capable of, especially since he was rumored to be a potential genius among the outer disciples. Everyone was waiting to see Lin Fei's downfall.

Li Feipeng's move was undoubtedly the most suitable, with his Seventh Level of Martial Dao strength, neither too high nor too low, just right.

Lin Fei touched his nose. "This little brother doesn't like being sent down, but he does have a hobby. Do you want to know what it is?"

Li Feipeng didn't even bother to take a defensive stance, thinking Lin Fei was all show and no substance, and that he could easily defeat him in a few moves.

"Today, I'm in a good mood, so I really want to hear what your hobby is. Could it be that you like to beg on your knees?" Li Feipeng laughed. "If you really do that, I can勉强accept it and give you a dignified way to lose, so you don't lose face!"

Lin Fei shook his head, grinning. "This little brother likes to deal with all kinds of arrogance, especially from seniors like you!"

Instantly, everyone burst into laughter, unable to stop. Wasn't Lin Fei being too funny? Didn't he know the occasion? How could he say such things?

Li Feipeng's originally laughing face suddenly stiffened, his expression turning very ugly. He sneered, "Good, good, you have guts. I was going to give you a small lesson, but now it looks like you can roll down."

"Is that so? The one who should roll down is you."

Everyone was surprised to see Lin Fei move on the stage, his speed not just fast, but so fast that it was invisible, with some even rubbing their eyes, wondering if they had seen it wrong.

Li Feipeng had just raised his hand, his spirit energy just starting to flow, preparing to use a fist technique, when he suddenly heard a whistling sound. Reacting as a martial artist, he moved sideways and countered with a "Dragon Tail" move, not having time to think about how the opponent could break through his defenses. He sneered, thinking this attack was nothing.

But it wasn't over. He heard another mocking voice.

"Your reaction is as slow as a pig. I wonder how you trained!"

The sarcastic voice almost made Li Feipeng spit blood. Was his speed considered slow? This was too insulting.

Just as he thought that, a massive force hit him, and his entire face was filled with shock. The force felt like a violent wave, and he became a small boat, flying out uncontrollably.

To everyone's eyes, Li Feipeng was like a broken kite, falling off the stage, his expression changing instantly.