A Disciple Reaches the Heavens, and Has Not Failed His Mission
In the first round, every Eternal Sect Disciple who competed advanced successfully.
Gu Tianxing was a little bewildered.
And not just him—the spectators were dumbfounded as well.
Their reactions mainly stemmed from the fact that He Wudi, the first to compete, had performed far too poorly. Even though he had won, it had seemed like nothing more than a fluke, creating the illusion that the Eternal Sect Disciples had come to be beaten up.
After watching the first match, many contestants had more or less relaxed.
That disciple had gotten lucky—could the others be lucky too?
As long as they took things seriously and avoided mistakes like Dou Haitao's, taking them down would surely be effortless.
But what happened instead?
After being knocked off the arena, the geniuses of the Dutian Realm stood there as still as wooden chickens, with only one thought in their minds: the Eternal Sect Disciples were far too strong!
And this strength was on the level of complete domination.
Take Li Qingyang, for example. Though he too had concealed his cultivation, he had not gone as overboard as He Wudi, yet he still brought terrifying pressure upon his opponent.
"You brat!"
Gu Tianxing's gaze turned solemn. "Just how did you train these disciples of yours?"
One or two being strong could be understood.
But dozens of disciples all being this strong was simply inconceivable!
"Uncle."
Jun Changxiao said, "There are no shortcuts on the path of Martial Dao. They achieved what they have today through unrelenting effort."
"..."
The system desperately wanted to complain, yet did not know where to begin.
"That makes sense."
Gu Tianxing nodded in agreement.
He had already begun imagining how these young Eternal Sect Disciples must have endured countless