CHAPTER 227: CHAPTER 224: FIGHTING TIAN YUYANG_1

The sun rose in the east, and all things stirred to life!

Kylin Square began to buzz with activity. Major powers congregated, and five thousand prodigies sat expectantly in the spectator stands. After passing the first round, a newfound confidence filled everyone present.

"For the second round of the competition, opponents will still be selected by drawing lots. However, this round will be conducted in groups of five; the prodigies will fight simultaneous battles on the platform. The last prodigy standing on the platform will earn a place in the legacy land!"

From afar, Lin WuFeng flew in, his Spiritual Energy amplifying his aged voice, which echoed in everyone’s ears.

Upon hearing the changed rules, the expressions of many hardened.

These individuals generally possessed weaker martial prowess and had hoped to secure a spot among the top thousand through sheer luck.

A free-for-all among five people meant they would have to face four enemies. One might luckily encounter a weak opponent, but it was highly unlikely all four opponents would be weak! Even if matched against four weak opponents, they might still face being ganged up on! Those with weaker abilities could already consider themselves eliminated!

"Now, let’s begin the draw!" Lin WuFeng announced loudly, waving his right hand.

RUMBLE!

Kylin Square began to shudder violently. A dense aura of spatial energy enveloped the square, and above the original space, nine additional layers of Void were created.

Each layer of Void housed one hundred platforms!

The total number of platforms thus reached one thousand!

"’Incredible!’"

A number of prodigies from King-level powers gasped, their faces filled with astonishment. Altering spatial energy was something only a Semi-Emperor or stronger expert could achieve.

However, the prodigies from Ancient-level powers remained composed. Their sects had Semi-Emperor level experts who were familiar with the expansion and compression of Void space.

Then, four disciples from the Kylin Holy Land brought out a large, sealed box, placed it in front of the main platform, and stepped aside.

As before, prodigies from the Holy Land drew first, followed by those from the Ancient-level powers, and finally, the King-level powers. The drawing process itself took over an hour.

"Which platform did you all draw?" Qin Wudao asked.

"’Platform number seven!’"

"’Platform number two hundred and thirty-nine!’"

"’Platform number eight hundred and fifty!’"

Wu Ming, Peng Shizhuang, and Qin Xiaolong answered in turn, none having the same number.

"’Good. The five-person platform battle can be quite dangerous. Be alert for sneak attacks, and if you encounter a powerful enemy, do not go head-to-head. Your main focus should be on preserving your own life!’" Qin Wudao warned. Martial Artist battles were incredibly perilous. Although the competition rules prohibited killing, dismemberment still frequently occurred.

The three nodded soberly.

"’Now, let the competition begin! Prodigies, please step onto your platforms!’" Lin WuFeng continued to call out, his eyes filled with anticipation as he looked towards the prodigies of the Holy Land, wondering how many would advance in the second round.

This round of competition directly determined entry into Supreme Kunlun’s legacy land, thus bearing extraordinary significance.

As the Great Elder of the Holy Land, he naturally hoped for as many disciples as possible to advance!

One after another, the prodigies traversed the Void and entered their designated platforms, their expressions solemn.

Qin Wudao also followed the flow of people towards platform thirty-six. Upon reaching it, he found three people already there: two men and a woman, all of whom had broken through to the Heaven Realm.

Except for a very fortunate few in the Transcendent Realm, all prodigies who had advanced to the second round had reached the Heaven Realm!

The three began to size up Qin Wudao, their eyes filled with vigilance.

Once on the platform, they were enemies!

"’Hehehe, greetings everyone!’"

As everyone was on guard, a green figure landed on the platform. In his hand was a paper fan painted with a beautiful woman, which he swayed gently as he spoke in an eerie voice.

"’Tian Yuyang of the Green Stripe Sect!’" one of the men exclaimed, his face showing trepidation.

Including Qin Wudao, the expressions of the other three changed.

However, Qin Wudao’s eyes were filled with murderous intent, while the other two were full of worry.

"’The match officially begins!’" a middle-aged referee levitated in mid-air and shouted loudly. His Supreme Saint Realm cultivation base erupted, sealing the entire platform to prevent the Spiritual Energy from the battle from spreading.

"’Will you concede yourselves, or must this young master send you down?’" Tian Yuyang did not move immediately. Glancing at Qin Wudao, he spoke to the other three.

"’I concede!’"

After a moment of silence, the only female Martial Artist leaped down from the platform. Her quick decision was not because she feared battle or lacked a martial heart, but because her opponent belonged to the Green Stripe Sect, as she did not want to end up like Wang Lingling!

The other two male Martial Artists, after some hesitation, drew their weapons. Supreme Kunlun’s legacy was simply too tempting!

"’Seeking death!’"

A cold light flashed in Tian Yuyang’s eyes as he vanished into thin air.

When he reappeared, he was already at the other end of the platform, the paper fan in his hand emitting a dark green aura.

The two remaining Martial Artists’ eyes bulged. They spat out several mouthfuls of black blood and slumped to the ground, their bodies rapidly turning black as their breathing grew faint.

This all happened so quickly that it was difficult for anyone to comprehend.

"’Ji Chang!’"

"’Hong Kun!’"

Two shouts of alarm rose from the spectator seats.

Experts from the two King-level powers hurriedly flew towards the platform, their faces filled with worry. Nurturing a genius was not easy; if an accident occurred midway, it could lead to a critical gap in their succession of talent.

The referee frowned slightly. With a wave of his right hand, two gentle forces lifted the collapsed Martial Artists and tossed them toward their respective factions’ experts. "’No one is to interfere with a platform duel!’" he then warned.

"What combat strength!"

Catching their unconscious prodigies, the experts from the two King-level powers dared not cause trouble. Filled with suppressed fury, they returned to the spectator stands to provide medical treatment.

Poison arts! Qin Wudao’s pupils contracted slightly. While others hadn’t clearly seen Tian Yuyang’s attack, he had.

Tian Yuyang had used the speed of the Reaching the Saint Realm. He’d attached the poison to his paper fan and, with a subtle flick, wafted it towards them. The poison had then followed the air currents into the two Martial Artists’ noses and mouths, instantly poisoning them.

In a single breath, two Heaven Realm Martial Artists had lost their ability to fight and even faced the risk of death!

This poison was terrifyingly potent!

"’Now it’s your turn, Your Majesty, the Divine Emperor of the Great Qin Divine Court!’" Tian Yuyang turned to Qin Wudao, a cold, effeminate smirk on his face. With a flick of his paper fan, a streak of potent energy shot out, corroding the Void it passed through into nothingness.

"’Slash!’"

Qin Wudao dared not be careless. His imperial sword gleamed, unleashing a golden dragon Sword Qi that took the form of a fearsome, clawing beast as it pounced on the incoming energy.

BANG!

The instant the two attacks collided, the golden dragon Sword Qi was corroded, turning green before violently exploding.

The terrifying shockwave also shattered Tian Yuyang’s streak of energy!

"’Go!’"

Tian Yuyang’s eyes narrowed. He waved his paper fan consecutively, and dozens of streaks of potent energy shot out, forming a web that sealed off half the sky.

Facing these streaks of energy, Qin Wudao raised his imperial sword high. A magnificent imperial might swept out around him as he roared, "’Imperial Way Slash!’"

A strand of Sword Qi, seemingly transcending all things, swiftly materialized. It was like an entire empire bearing down, intent on crushing all enemies in its path to dust.

CRACK!

The sound of shattering echoed continuously.

All of Tian Yuyang’s attacks vanished completely.

However, the Sword Qi’s momentum was unbroken as it fiercely pressed down towards Tian Yuyang.

Under the golden radiance, a trace of panic flashed across Tian Yuyang’s face, swiftly followed by the appearance of numerous black lines on his skin.