Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea, Each Showing Their Divine Powers

"Chen Chumo forfeits, Zou Hu wins!"

"Liu Yunxi has forfeited; Ji Chutong has won!"

"Chen Hua forfeits, Su Ye wins!"

"Shangguan Hai has forfeited; Ye Bei has won!"

"Qian Xiaoxiao has forfeited, Du Chuan wins!"

"..."

In fact, it wasn't just Lin Fan and Qi Zixiao's opponents who chose to abstain; as the 'host's' voice rang out, one young cultivator after another chose to abstain.

Without exception, all the opponents of the Holy Son and Saintess of the Seven Great Holy Lands chose to abstain.

Many of these people were Spirit Severance Stage cultivators, but none of them believed they could defeat Peerless Genius at the level of Holy Son and Saintess.

You still need to have some sense of propriety.

Otherwise, if they go on stage, get beaten up, and then admit defeat, it will only be more humiliating.

Thus, the Holy Maiden of the Purple Mansion Qi Zixiao, the Holy Maiden of the Jade Pool Lu Yao, the Holy Maiden of the Supreme One Ji Chutong, the Holy Son of the Supreme One Du Chuan, the Holy Son of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect Jie Chi, the Holy Son of the Great Evolution Holy Land Su Ye, the Holy Son of the Big Dipper Holy Land Ye Bei...

They all won without a fight.

In addition, in many other matches where the skill gap was extremely large, players also forfeited one after another...

However, while many people abstained, even more people took to the stage to compete!

Soon, the many Fighting Arena were filled with divine light and soaring fighting spirit.

As spells roared forth, they were accompanied by screams of agony from many people...

The Divine Calculator stood on the arena, his eyes bloodshot, like someone with conjunctivitis, which was rather frightening.

Moreover, he was completely hairless, and just standing there, although handsome, he looked extremely eerie in comparison.

If a stranger saw him, he would certainly not associate him with the Divine Calculator of the Purple Mansion Holy Land, but would mistake him for a strange monk.

"Bald monk!"

At this moment, the Divine Calculator's opponent, a man with a full Bearded Man who looked quite rugged, glared at the Divine Calculator and began to curse.

"What the hell kind of monk are you? Why do you look so eerie?"

"Could he be a pleasure-seeking monk who indulges in wine and women?"

"..."

The Divine Calculator's forehead creased with black lines. "I'll make you bald, you old bastard!"

Bang!

With a swift punch, although both were at the Spirit Severance Stage, the burly man couldn't even withstand a single blow, was directly blasted to the point of vomiting blood, and was sent flying backward...

"The Divine Calculator Fang Wu wins!"

"Give up!"

Chen Cheng stood at the edge of the arena, holding a flying sword, with a trickle of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

On the other side, the opponent, who was at the Spirit Severance Initial Stage, said calmly with a hint of disdain, "There is an insurmountable gap between the Nascent Soul and the Nascent Soul realm!"

"In a few more years, I may not be as good as you, but right now, you can't win!"

How will you know if you don't try?

Chen Cheng wiped the bright red blood from the corner of her mouth, refusing to back down.

"If that's the case, then don't blame me for being ruthless."

The opponent scoffed, and when they attacked again, it was even more ferocious...

In that instant, Chen Cheng suddenly felt a tidal wave crashing over him.

The difference in their cultivation levels meant she could only struggle to hold on, gritting her teeth and persevering through the opponent's onslaught while searching for an opportunity...

"They're pretty resilient."

"However, go down!"

The opponent snorted coldly, but couldn't bring himself to kill the Purple Mansion Disciple. He gathered his strength and unleashed a heavy blow. "Wild Wind Swordplay!"

Zsla!

Wind Blade swept in from all directions, carrying astonishing sword energy, and Chen Cheng felt despair almost instantly.

But at that moment, the opponent suddenly frowned, and his terrifying swordsmanship paused instantly, revealing a small opening...

And this was the opportunity that Chen Cheng had been waiting for!

"Purple Cloud One Sword!"

Choke!

Ignoring her injuries, she wielded her flying sword, becoming one with it, and charged through the numerous Wind Blade. She seized the opportunity precisely, forcing her opponent back, and the attack instantly collapsed.

"Damn it!"

The other party cursed under his breath, "That bastard's sneak attack last night injured me, and I haven't fully recovered yet, so I made some mistakes."

"However, this is the end for you. I won't give you any breathing room from now on..."

"Um?!"

He hadn't finished speaking.

Boom!!!!

A violent explosion suddenly occurred at my feet.

The power wasn't particularly great, not enough to kill him, but the astonishing impact still instantly blasted him out of the arena...

"Chen Cheng wins."

The referee immediately announced the result.

"Damn it!!!"

His opponent's face turned green, and he gritted his teeth. "If I hadn't been injured, would I have given you that chance?!"

Regret!

At this moment, I feel nothing but immense regret! If only I had known...

If~

If~

If I weren't so stingy with my food and took the pills to fully heal my injuries, how could I have created an opening when using my sword technique, allowing her to succeed?!

What can you do besides regret it?

But at the same time, he couldn't help but feel fear.

"What exploded at my feet just now seemed to be... a medicinal pill?!"

The elixir exploded?!

His mind was buzzing, and his legs were also injured. Thinking back on it now, he was even more bewildered...

Aren't elixirs meant to be ingested?

It can even explode and injure people?!

On the other side, Zhou Yining's opponent received almost the same treatment...

As Qi Zixiao's Protector Disciple, their strength was naturally not weak, and they were among the best in their class.

Although their opponents were a level above them, they were able to hold out for a while.

Then...

Their arrogance led them to reap what they sowed.

They believed that facing a cultivator at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage was nothing to worry about, and that minor injuries were not worth wasting their own pills on.

pity...

These Nascent Soul Cultivator were stronger than they had imagined.

"Oh no, I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die..."

Fan Jianqiang screamed all the way, running around the ring as if he had been beaten until he was dizzy and disoriented.

This scene provoked many people to shout out in anger.

"Who is this guy?"

"Judging from their attire, Purple Mansion Disciple?"

"Are the Purple Mansion Disciple so incompetent? Isn't this a disgrace to the Purple Mansion Holy Land?!"

"This person... is he even worthy of being Purple Mansion Disciple?"

"I'm afraid even I'm better than him, right?"

In the stands, countless people expressed their dissatisfaction with Fan Jianqiang, some even hurling insults at him...

However, Fan Jianqiang seemed not to hear anything at all, running around like a streak of sparks and lightning, and in the end, he actually managed to hold out until the enemy bombarded him until he was exhausted?!

Then, he knocked his opponent off the ring and won.

"This is outrageous!!"

"They can win like that?!"

"This kid is really... incredibly lucky!"

"Kill!!!"

Lu Ming's opponent is a Nascent Soul Peak cultivator!

At this moment, Lu Ming was only at the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm. The gap of two minor realms was something that even ordinary geniuses could not bridge.

After all, the other party is no mediocre talent!

But Lu Ming remained calm, and the two of them displayed their prowess. Although they were both Nascent Soul Cultivator and not as amazing as those Spirit Severance Stage cultivators, their back-and-forth exchanges were quite exciting.

Buzz!

At this moment, with a roar, the Ten Thousand Stars Art and the Ten Thousand Stars Body complemented each other, and above his head, a dazzling array of stars shone!

"It's the Purple Mansion Ten Thousand Stars Art?!"

"This Nascent Soul disciple is actually able to cultivate the Purple Mansion Sect's most powerful technique; he must be extraordinary!"

"He is... Ten Thousand Stars Body?!"

"What a pity, their cultivation level is too low; otherwise, they might be qualified to become a contemporary Purple Mansion Holy Land..."

Rumble!

The battle between Lu Ming and his opponent became even more ferocious. With the support of the Ten Thousand Stars Art, Lu Ming displayed his unparalleled prowess, suppressing his opponent, who was at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, with his mid-Nascent Soul cultivation and launching a frenzied attack!

Boom!!!!

With a loud bang, Lu Ming beat his opponent until he coughed up blood and admitted defeat!

"This kid is pretty good."

The Divine Calculator, who had returned to Qi Zixiao's side, muttered, "He's only been a disciple for a short time, yet he's already at the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm."

"At this moment, he is even able to defeat an opponent at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage. He is indeed extraordinary."

"Junior Brother Lu Ming is more talented than us." Chen Cheng and Zhou Yining sighed softly.

"Don't underestimate yourself."

Qi Zixiao slowly shook her head. "No one's future is predetermined at birth. Man can conquer nature!"

She spoke, but what she was thinking was...

Is Lu Ming making fast progress?

Strong combat power?!

Basic operation!

He's practically a protagonist template. I even wonder if he'll have some kind of lucky break during this Heaven's Chosen Assembly and end up making it to the finals.

"Huh?"

Fan Jianqiang also returned. He looked quite disheveled, but he frowned and asked, "Why is Fatty still standing there?"

The Divine Calculator: "... It seems that Sword Master hasn't taken the stage yet."

"What do you mean?" Fan Jianqiang asked, puzzled. "Are you waiting for the fat guy to admit defeat, or for him to step down? Or do you think the fat guy isn't qualified to fight him?"

"..."

The Divine Calculator slowly shook his head. "I can't figure it out."

The two of them were puzzled, as were Chen Cheng and Zhou Yining. Only Qi Zixiao's lips curled slightly, revealing a faint smile.

Where... is he?

When Dan the Fatty first stepped onto the stage, he was practically trembling with fear, and he almost couldn't help but give up and admit defeat.

It was only after Qi Zixiao encouraged him to try going on stage that he mustered up the courage to come up.

Even so, her legs were still trembling uncontrollably.

After all, that's a swordsman, someone whose cultivation is far superior to mine and who has a complete advantage over me. How am I supposed to fight him?!

However, since he stepped onto the stage, half an incense stick's time has passed, and most of the matches on the stage have already ended, yet the Sword Person hasn't even been seen.

"Is Qiu Mobai here?!"

Just then, the referee frowned and said, "If you don't come up on stage within half an incense stick's time, you will automatically forfeit!"

The referee's voice, amplified by True Essence, resonated throughout the entire 'gymnasium,' but...

There was no response, and no one went on stage.

Sword and Sabre Divine Sect area.

The elder in charge of leading the group frowned deeply. "Where did Jianzi go? Why hasn't he come up on stage yet?!"

"We don't know..."

All the ordinary disciples lowered their heads.

Where did Jianzi go?

How would we know?

They were quite helpless.

Meanwhile, in a pit tens of thousands of miles outside the city, Qiu Mobai finally slowly woke up, but even so, he still felt a splitting headache.

This is the effect of Bewilderment Array!

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