"Senior Brother Qin, how many moves do you think it'll take for me to beat you?" Leon Huang stared at Gavin Quinn, his tone playful.
Hearing this, Gavin Quinn's face darkened and he sneered, "A petty man who gets a little power."
"Right back at you." Leon replied with a strange tone, clearly implying something.
Gavin Quinn's face grew even darker. He suddenly drew his longsword and barked, "Leon Huang, quit running your mouth and fight!"
"Fine, as you wish!"
Leon Huang stepped forward, raised his palm, and struck out. Fiery red palm force and scorching heat surged in a wave, pressing down on Gavin Quinn with overwhelming momentum.
But just then, Gavin Quinn suddenly revealed a strange smile.
"Shadow Wind Eighteen Slashes!"
Gavin Quinn's longsword danced in his hand, unleashing a powerful aura and a burst of blue light from his blade.
"It's a spirit weapon!"
Sensing this aura, the steward narrowed his eyes slightly, while the Outer Sect disciples below all showed expressions of shock—they hadn't expected Gavin Quinn's longsword to be a spirit weapon.
Spirit weapons are a tier above ordinary weapons and come in nine grades. Even a grade-one spirit weapon is incredibly expensive, and spirit weapons greatly enhance a martial artist's strength.
Take Gavin Quinn for example—his longsword should be a grade-one spirit weapon, but with it, his attack power can reach at least Qi-Refining Seventh Layer.
"Pupupupupu!"
As Gavin Quinn swung his sword, a torrent of cyan sword-qi spewed out, densely packed and overwhelming, as if it could tear the very sky apart.
Especially Leon Huang, who was just a few steps away—he was instantly engulfed by the sword-qi, vanishing from sight.
"Go to hell!"
Gavin Quinn watched as Leon Huang was swallowed by his sword-qi, and a smug smile crept onto his lips.
He had been suppressing his hatred for Leon Huang for a long time, and today he finally had a chance to wash away his humiliation.
Suddenly...
A spark of fire rose from within the sword-qi. At first, it was just a tiny flame, then it grew to the size of a fist, then as big as a soccer ball... until finally, it transformed into a sea of fire...
The whole process happened in a flash. In just a breath, the sea of fire erupted from the flame and devoured Gavin Quinn's sword-qi.
At the same time, a phantom-like figure suddenly appeared in front of Gavin Quinn and kicked out.
"Bang!"
Gavin Quinn was sent flying, landing outside the arena.
"How did I lose?"
Standing below the arena, spirit weapon in hand, Gavin Quinn looked completely unwilling to accept defeat.
But as the loser, hardly anyone paid him any attention. Most of the Outer Sect disciples below were busy worshipping the victor, Leon Huang, on the stage.
Some bold female disciples even called out, "Senior Brother Huang, I really admire you! You're amazing! So mighty!" and similar praises.
Leon Huang smiled and walked off the stage, instantly surrounded by a crowd of Outer Sect disciples.
"Senior Brother Huang, was that the Nine Mystic Flame Forms—your family's secret martial art?"
"Yeah, that martial art you used just now was unbelievably strong!"
While the disciples were busy flattering Leon Huang, the matches continued.
Half an hour later, the PK round ended, and only fifteen out of thirty disciples remained.
The steward stood on the arena and announced loudly, "This round will be a wheel-battle. Whoever defeats the other fourteen will be today's final winner. Number 809, you'll be the arena master!"
"Yes, sir!"
Leon Huang jumped onto the arena.
The challenge began.
The first up was the dual-sword girl.
"Senior Brother Huang, please go easy on me!" The girl with twin swords gave Leon a sweet smile.
"Alright." Leon Huang nodded.
"Then I won't hold back, Senior Brother Huang—watch out!"
As soon as she finished speaking, the dual-sword girl launched her attack. Her twin swords were like two agile serpents, perfectly matched with her nimble movements. She had mastered the Spirit Serpent Sword Art, a one-star martial technique, to its limit.
Leon Huang tangled with her for dozens of moves before using a clever trick to send her off the stage.
"Number 809 wins, continue!" the steward announced coldly.
The second challenger was a burly man wielding twin hammers.
He was born with great strength; the iron hammers weighing hundreds of pounds seemed weightless in his hands.
However, Leon Huang defeated him in just three moves, knocking him off the stage.
The third challenger was a frail-looking youth.
"I concede!"
The fourth challenger: "I concede!"
From the third challenger onward, all the way to the fourteenth, every single one admitted defeat. Leon Huang's strength was simply too overwhelming—they saw no hope of victory.
"I announce that Number 809, Leon Huang, is today's winner and qualifies for tomorrow's match!"
The matches on Arena Nine had ended.
But the other arenas were still in progress, so Leon Huang went over to the arena where Evan Lin was competing.
Over the past month, Leon Huang had often given Evan Lin and the others pointers in martial techniques, so their progress was significant. Plus, they weren't short on silver, and after buying dozens of grade-two Xuan Pills, their cultivation had basically reached Qi-Refining Fifth Layer.
Especially Evan Lin, who had already reached the peak of Qi-Refining Fifth Layer.
So in today's matches, he performed exceptionally well and had already advanced to the third round of the challenge.
"Junior Brother Huang, Senior Brother Feng from the Inner Sect wants to see you. Come with me!"
At that moment, a fat Inner Sect disciple swaggered up to Leon Huang and ordered him around.
Song Yan glanced at him coolly and replied, "Who are you? Do I even know you?"
The fat Inner Sect disciple’s face turned cold. "I've heard plenty about how arrogant you are, and seeing you now, it's obvious the rumors are true. But this time, Senior Brother Feng wants to see you. You'd better come quietly, or the consequences will be more than you can handle!"
Faced with the threat, Song Yan cursed right back: "Screw you! I don't even know this Feng guy, so why should I go with you? If he wants to see me, let him come himself—sending a lackey like you, what a joke!"
"Did you just call me a lackey? You’ve got a death wish!"
The fat Inner Sect disciple flew into a rage and lunged at Song Yan, trying to grab him.
But Song Yan was ready for him. He stepped back, dodging the swipe, then raised his voice and shouted, "Help! An Inner Sect disciple is here beating up Outer Sect disciples!"
Immediately, the surrounding Outer Sect disciples looked over, just in time to see the fat Inner Sect disciple with his hand still outstretched.
"Damn, he actually dares to bully our boss!"
Evan Lin leapt off the platform, knife in hand, and swung it straight at the fat Inner Sect disciple's head.
"You must have a death wish!"
With a cold snort, the fat Inner Sect disciple lashed out with a palm. Evan Lin was sent flying, crashing several meters away and spitting a mouthful of blood.
"Help! The Inner Sect is trying to kill Outer Sect disciples now!"
Song Yan yelled again, voice ringing out.
"Screw this! Just because he's Inner Sect, he thinks he can do whatever he wants? Get him!"
"Too arrogant! Does being Inner Sect mean you can wreck the Grand Sect Tournament?"
"Take him down!"
With shouts ringing out, dozens of Outer Sect disciples charged at the fat Inner Sect disciple.
Seeing this, the fat Inner Sect disciple was furious and shouted at the charging crowd, "Are you all trying to rebel against the sect?"
Smack!
A chicken egg shot through the air like lightning, exploding on the fat Inner Sect disciple’s forehead and splattering all over his face.
He froze for a second, then exploded in rage. "Who threw that? Stand up and face me!"