Lingxiao Pavilion had recruited a remarkably gifted disciple, leaving Old Man Ling and Ling Tian thrilled. After handing most of the affairs over to Old Man Ling, Lu Yuan, and the others, Ling Tian devoted himself to cultivation, hoping to break through to Great Perfection Integrated Body as soon as possible.
The third round of preliminaries soon ended, but the official arena-defense stage still did not begin. Ling Tian and the others were puzzled. Only after asking Zi Ling and the others did they learn the reason: too many people had entered the preliminaries this year.
Even after the preliminaries, forty thousand people remained. That was far more than the ten thousand they had expected.
After the preliminaries came the official arena-defense stage. Each cultivator would defend an arena against challenges from disciples of prestigious sects or those eliminated in the preliminaries who refused to accept their defeat. However, Tai Chi Arena had only ten thousand arenas, enough for just ten thousand defenders, so another thirty thousand people still had to be eliminated.
After much discussion, the many enforcers decided to hold two more rounds of elimination matches. Both rounds would be one-on-one, and once they were over, exactly ten thousand people would remain.
News of the two elimination rounds soon spread. Everyone reacted differently, and many of the cultivators who had qualified for the main competition were unhappy. However, the decision had been made jointly by the many enforcers, so they had no choice but to accept it.
Ling Tian, on the other hand, paid no mind to the news. As far as he was concerned, a few more fights made no difference.
The first elimination round was scheduled for the third day after the news broke. Ling Tian's opponent was a disciple of the Soul Race. His cultivation