Su Yun Enters the Arena, Shocking the Entire Audience

The lively atmosphere continued to climb, reaching its peak throughout the arena.

Everyone took their positions, the stages were ready, and order was restored.

At this moment, a figure slowly rose from the center of the viewing platform.

It was the Third Elder, his hair and beard half-white, his aura steady, and his expression solemn.

As the presiding elder for this grand competition, he stepped forward, his voice carried by spiritual power, ringing out clearly across the arena and drowning out all the noise.

"Quiet, everyone!"

The boisterous plaza instantly fell silent.

Thousands of disciples shut their mouths in unison, their gazes fixed upon the Third Elder.

The Third Elder swept his eyes over the ten stages and the gathered disciples, then spoke in a deep voice to announce the rules of the competition.

"This Azure Cloud Sect grand competition is divided into two groups."

"The first group is for Qi Refining disciples; all Qi Refining disciples may participate."

"The second group is for Foundation Establishment disciples, serving as a ranking assessment for inner sect Foundation Establishment disciples."

"This competition adopts a random draw format for duels."

"One match decides the outcome; the winner advances, the loser is eliminated, until the final rankings are determined."

"On the stage, stop once the point is made."

"It is forbidden to intentionally cripple a fellow disciple's cultivation or intentionally kill them."

"Those who cause severe injury, maim, or attempt to kill will be immediately disqualified, stripped of their cultivation, and expelled from the sect!"

The rules were strict, every word ringing with force.

They were designed to prevent infighting and grudges, and to stop malicious harm.

Following this, the Third Elder shifted his tone to reveal the rewards that everyone cared about most.

"The top twenty disciples in the Qi Refining group will directly receive a quota to enter the Magneto Secret Realm!"

"The top one hundred disciples will be rewarded with two hundred low-grade spirit stones, one hundred sect contribution points..."

The generous rewards instantly made the disciples' breathing quicken, their eyes burning with intense desire.

Especially the twenty spots for the Magneto Secret Realm.

It was the ultimate opportunity that every young disciple dreamed of.

Watching the restless crowd, the Third Elder emphasized his tone and added solemnly.

"I reiterate!"

"The Magneto Secret Realm opens once every twenty years!"

"It is only open to Qi Refining disciples!"

"The spiritual energy within the realm is dense, filled with countless treasures, opportunities, foundations, and destinies!"

"It is the greatest chance for outer sect disciples to overtake their peers and change their fate!"

"Miss today, and you wait another twenty years!"

As his voice fell, the hearts of all the outer sect disciples skipped a beat.

Twenty years.

For a Qi Refining cultivator with a limited lifespan, that was almost half a lifetime.

If they missed this chance, many would never have the opportunity to step foot into the secret realm again in their lives.

The participating disciples' eyes became incredibly firm, their fists clenched, and their desire to win was completely ignited.

The Third Elder surveyed the entire arena and concluded in a deep voice.

"The rules are set, and the rewards are announced!"

"No more nonsense!"

"This Azure Cloud Sect grand competition officially begins!"

With that command, the protective spiritual light of all ten stages was activated simultaneously!

The first to begin were the matches for the outer sect Qi Refining group.

There were over four hundred Qi Refining disciples signed up to fight.

With ten stages operating at once, the matches were drawn and held in rotation.

The efficiency was extremely high.

Over four hundred people, randomly matched, all depending on luck.

For low-level contestants at the seventh level of Qi Refining, the draw was a gamble with their lives.

If luck was on their side and they faced someone of the same level, they still had a fighting chance.

If luck was poor and they drew a veteran disciple at the eighth or ninth level, it was essentially a death sentence for their tournament run.

On the arenas, the tide of battle shifted in an instant.

In some duels, the gap in strength was vast.

The moment both sides stepped onto the stage and unleashed their techniques, the outcome of the offense and defense was decided.

Within a few short breaths, victory or defeat was determined.

The strong crushed their opponents with a single palm, sending the weak flying off the arena.

Clean, efficient, brutal, and direct.

In other duels, the levels were similar.

Seven against seven, eight against eight.

Spells intertwined, spiritual energy collided, and the fighters traded blows.

At most, they would tangle for half a quarter of an hour until their spiritual energy was exhausted and their moves spent, finally deciding a winner.

Ten arenas erupted in combat simultaneously.

Golden light, fiery glows, wind blades, and Water Arrow Talismans—various basic spells exploded incessantly.

The protective arrays of the arenas trembled frequently, the roaring sounds never ceasing.

The audience below watched with boiling blood.

Cheers, shouts, and gasps rose and fell in waves.

"Beautiful! That Wind Step dodge was incredibly tight!"

"It's over, a seventh-level taking an eighth-level head-on—their spiritual energy was crushed instantly!"

"As expected of an inner sect reserve disciple, their fundamentals are rock solid!"

The outer sect disciples watched, eyes unblinking.

To them, these real-combat duels between peers were the most satisfying.

Every fight offered something to learn.

One round, two rounds, three rounds...

Ten rounds of screening ended quickly.

More than half were eliminated, and all the remaining powerhouses stayed.

The rhythm of the arenas was methodical, and the heat of the entire venue continued to rise.

Just then, the referee elder responsible for announcing the draws spoke in a clear, resonant voice.

"Next match, Arena Nine!"

"Contestants, Su Yun!"

The clamorous, boiling square fell silent in an instant!

Thousands of gazes locked onto the entrance of Arena Nine in unison.

Every face was filled with astonishment and bewilderment.

Su Yun?

That new disciple who had been in the sect for less than three months?

He had actually signed up for the sect grand competition?!

After a brief, deathly silence, the entire venue exploded!

The sound of discussion surged wildly, louder than any of the previous duels.

"Su Yun? The new personal disciple taken in by the Sect Master?"

"How long has he been in the sect? Barely three months at most!"

"He actually dared to sign up for the grand competition? Does he even meet the level requirement?"

"He's gone mad! The minimum threshold for the grand competition is the seventh level! Why is a newcomer joining in on the fun?"

"Could it be... that in just three months, he has already reached the seventh level or higher? Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Everyone's eyes remained glued to the arena passage.

A slender, youthful figure stepped out with calm, measured strides.

Su Yun's expression remained tranquil as he stepped onto the No. 9 arena.

The moment his eighth-level Qi Refining cultivation was fully revealed to everyone's senses, the entire venue erupted!

Deafening exclamations swept across the entire Martial Arts Plaza!

"Eighth level?!"

"My god! It really is the eighth level of Qi Refining!"

"Three months! He's only been in the sect for a little over three months! He went straight from drawing Qi into his body to the eighth level?!"

"Absurd! This is too absurd! It took me three years of cultivation just to barely reach the third level!"

"He piled up the results of others' decades of bitter cultivation in just three months? This is inhuman!"

The outer sect disciples were completely frantic.

The veteran inner sect disciples' pupils trembled in shock.

On the high platform, in the viewing area, the four great elders' expressions, previously relaxed as they watched the matches, instantly froze.

The four exchanged glances, their eyes filled with bitterness, envy, and heartache.

The First Elder sighed slightly, his tone dripping with jealousy. "The Sect Master has such good fortune. He took in a monster talent that only appears once in a millennium. Eighth level in three months—in all my years, I have never seen such a rate of growth."

The Second Elder shook his head repeatedly, his heart full of regret. "Missing out on this child is the greatest regret of my life!"

The Third and Fourth Elders chimed in one after another. The more they thought about it, the more their hearts ached. Such a heaven-defying monster had been snatched away by Li Mofan.

On the main seat, Li Mofan could not suppress the upward curve of his lips. He felt incredibly satisfied, though he feigned composure on his face. However, the pride and triumph in his eyes could not be hidden.