CHAPTER 229: CHAPTER 226: FREEDOM CHALLENGE MATCH_1

"My Dantian!" Tian Yuyang stared blankly. His Dantian had been destroyed, meaning he would become a cripple—a cruel reality that no Martial Artist could accept.

"I’m going to kill you, kill you!" He stumbled to his feet, lunging at Qin Wudao, his face skeletal and terrifyingly ghastly.

"Get lost!" Qin Wudao kicked out, sending Tian Yuyang flying several hundred feet before he landed in front of Dong Changcheng, spat out a mouthful of blood, and then passed out.

"Yuyang, are you okay?" Dong Changcheng helped Tian Yuyang up. Worriedly, he placed his right hand on Tian Yuyang’s head and released a strand of Spiritual Energy to check his condition.

After the Spiritual Energy completed a full circle, the worry on Dong Changcheng’s face was replaced by indifference. He handed Tian Yuyang to the Disciple behind him, shot Qin Wudao a fierce glare, and turned away.

This is the Kylin Holy Land, and no matter how furious I am, I dare not act recklessly here! he thought. I must endure! As soon as I return to the sect, I will awaken the other Ancestors and crush the Qin Dynasty’s Divine Court!

"The Green Stripe Sect has violated the match rules! All their Sect Disciples are disqualified!" the referee coldly declared.

Daring to injure someone right in front of him—did they no longer have any respect for him?

Dong Changcheng paused without rebuttal, but his resentment intensified, directed specifically against the Qin Dynasty’s Divine Court, not the Kylin Holy Land.

"Ding! Congratulations, Host, for defeating Tian Yuyang, rank seventy-nine, possessor of the special ’All-Toxin Body.’ You are rewarded with Martial General Guan Yu. Would you like to summon him?" The system’s calm prompt echoed in Qin Wudao’s mind.

Not right now, Qin Wudao thought. The current battle has reached a critical stage; it’s not the time to summon Martial Generals.

After leaving the stage, he returned to the spectator seats to watch the matches of Wu Ming, Peng Shizhuang, and Qin Xiaolong. Overall, the situation was not looking good.

The opponents Wu Ming encountered were of comparable strength, leading to a grueling battle; all five individuals on his stage bore several wounds, more or less.

Peng Shizhuang and Qin Xiaolong’s situations were even worse.

On Platform 239, Peng Shizhuang faced two Heavenly Realm Martial Artists. His other two opponents had cultivation levels similar to his own. Fortunately for him, the two Heavenly Realm Martial Artists were locked in fierce combat with each other, which spared him from immediate elimination.

As for Qin Xiaolong, he was up against a prodigy with a special constitution; his defeat was only a matter of time.

「Five minutes later」

Peng Shizhuang was knocked off the stage, losing his chance to earn a spot in the inheritance land.

「Nine minutes later」

Qin Xiaolong was defeated, suffering serious injuries.

Only Wu Ming was still fighting with all his might!

"Fight!"

On Stage Number 7, only two figures remained in combat, one of whom was Wu Ming. He wielded a two-handed sword, creating circling streams of fierce Sword Qi.

This was the advantage of using a two-handed sword: the techniques flowed ceaselessly, allowing for better rhythm control and keeping the opponent constantly on the defensive.

"Spear of War!"

His opponent was a young man wielding a lance, at the middle stage of the Heavenly Realm. A sense of urgency flickered in his eyes as he rapidly swung his lance, forming a layer of spear energy to block the Sword Qi.

He must win! Xiang Yu, Wu Lingling, and the others nervously watched the battlefield, secretly praying. The outcome of this battle was far too significant.

Victory meant earning a spot in the inheritance land!

Defeat meant leaving with nothing!

The inheritance land of a generational supreme was not just about the inheritance itself; it also contained countless treasures. Obtaining even one of them would bring great benefits.

Counterattack, I must counterattack! As time passed, the spear-wielding youth grew anxious. The prolonged defense made him eager to counterattack; he desperately wanted to finish the battle quickly.

"Die!" Wu Ming, seemingly perceiving his opponent’s intent, launched an even fiercer attack.

Sword Qi filled the sky, enveloping the entire stage!

A few minutes later, Wu Ming deliberately exposed a flaw, enticing his opponent to strike. By trading injuries, he secured the final victory.

Your Majesty, your servant has not failed your esteemed hopes!

Wu Ming thought to himself as he stood on the stage, waiting for the referee to announce the final result. His vision began to blur before he finally passed out.

Soon, the second round of combat ended, having lasted only four hours.

"Now, the third round begins: the Free Challenge Match!" Lin WuFeng announced with a smile, flying into the air. "As per the usual rules, the top one thousand prodigies are eligible to defend a stage. Only by defeating ten other prodigies can one qualify for the final prodigy ranking match and enjoy the blessing of the East Border’s Fortune!"

The East Border Grand Ceremony was divided into four stages: first, the random draw individual battles; second, the random draw team battles; third, the Free Challenge Match; and fourth, the prodigy ranking battle.

Apart from the first stage, the other three were critically important.

Winning the second stage granted a spot in the inheritance land.

Winning the third stage allowed one to enjoy the empowerment of the East Border’s Fortune, beneficial for future cultivation.

Winning the fourth stage bestowed the title of ’Youth King’ of the East Border, along with the greatest share of Fortune’s blessing.

"Elder Lin, shouldn’t there be a break?" an expert from an old-power sect asked. Their sect’s prodigy had been seriously injured in the previous battle and could no longer continue fighting.

"On a Martial Artist’s cultivation path, luck and strength are both indispensable," Lin WuFeng said flatly, his words hitting the nail on the head and making the expert from the old-power sect feel a bit awkward. "The fact that your sect’s prodigy was injured in the previous battle only shows that his strength was insufficient and his luck was not good enough. Therefore, it cannot be used as an excuse! The East Border Grand Ceremony is to select exceptionally talented and fortunate prodigies!"

"Does anyone else have any objections?"

After a moment of silence, Lin WuFeng made a hand seal. All the stages began to merge, forming one large platform. The word ’Martial’ was carved in its center, exuding a battle intent that soared to the heavens.

"Now, defenders, please come to the stage!" Lin WuFeng continued.

"I’ll go!" As soon as his voice fell, a Kylin Holy Land prodigy flew onto the stage. He held an iron hammer in each hand, radiating terrifying power. The strength of the peak Heavenly Realm emanated from him.

"Yuan Bo of the Kylin Holy Land! I welcome all challengers!" Yuan Bo placed his hammers to the side and cupped his fists towards the surrounding crowd, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit.

From the spectator stands, a young man stood up. With a flicker, he appeared on the stage, also possessing strength at the peak of the Heavenly Realm. "Han Lin of the Purple Cloud Sect, here to fight!" he declared.

Everyone’s gaze was fixed on the stage. Who would prove superior in this duel between disciples of the top-ranked force and the second-ranked force?

"Your Majesty," Li Ru explained gravely after making some inquiries, "I’ve investigated the rules for the Free Challenge Match. They are quite unusual. In the first match, one is challenged. In the second, one can actively challenge another, and so on. If no one actively challenges a defender within one minute, it is considered an automatic advancement, and the defender can then actively choose an opponent. Based on past battle experiences, almost no Martial Artists at the Reaching the Holy Realm stage or above are ever actively challenged!"

So that’s how it is! Qin Wudao’s eyebrows rose, his eyes blazing with fervor. If that’s the case, even if no one challenges me, I can still select five opponents with special constitutions. This means five chances to check in and summon!