The sect tournament would last several days.
With so many disciples, the first round alone lasted two days.
The competitors in the first round varied widely in quality, but the second round clearly took things up a notch.
By the third round, the battles grew even fiercer.
All sorts of methods and moves emerged in endless succession.
The opponents were evenly matched, drawing cries of excitement from the spectators.
It felt like watching blockbusters every day, and Li Ping'an never tired of it.
Every day, he carried his bench over early and picked a good spot to wait for the show to begin.
As for who won or lost, he did not care.
He was only a spectator to begin with, not a participant.
Li Ping'an liked that feeling.
Watching from the sidelines as those in the arena chased and competed with one another for some goal.
That victory was very important to them.
But to him, it was merely a good show.
Of course, Li Ping'an had not come just to watch the show.
He also learned a great deal from these cultivators' matches.
When experts exchanged blows, many factors determined victory and defeat.
One had to consider both the timing and the terrain.
Their state of mind at the time also mattered; the slightest lapse could undo all their efforts at the final hurdle.
Old Ox recorded the following in his little notebook.
"A skilled chess player thinks long and hard about every move.
With each move, they think of the second, the third, and even more...
But Li Ping'an is an exception. He simply flips the whole board~"
Run Tu nodded. That's my big brother for you.
Several days later, the top thirty-two were finally decided.
The intense matches over these past days had left many