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Chapter 187: The Grand Competition
"Stop! Who are you?"
A stern voice called out as a man resembling a general blocked the path of Sun Zhe and his companions.
Sun Zhe looked up and realized that the perimeter of Falling Sunset Valley was surrounded by layers of iron fences, with squads of soldiers armed with bows and crossbows stationed at various points. Almost everyone entering Falling Sunset Valley had to undergo questioning by these soldiers. Faced with these powerful Cultivators, the soldiers, who had no cultivation at all, showed no signs of fear, which piqued Sun Zhe's curiosity.
"These are the Temple Guard Army of Thunder Temple. Each one is a battle-hardened soldier, with strength comparable to a newly ascended Thunder Master Level Cultivator. There are a total of one hundred thousand such soldiers stationed around Falling Sunset Valley. Unless permitted, not even a fly can pass through."
Seeing the puzzled expression on Sun Zhe's face, Zhao Ang's voice echoed in his ears. While Sun Zhe had been resting and adjusting his state, Zhao Ang had gathered detailed information about the upcoming competition.
"Indeed, Thunder Temple is not an ordinary force. Falling Sunset Valley is now a true fortress. The experts within the arena are numerous; I doubt anyone would dare to cause trouble here." Takeda remarked, his eyes flashing with admiration as he observed the patrolling guards.
"What are you whispering about? If you are participants, show your identification numbers. If you are spectators, present your identification proof. If you have no business here, leave immediately." The general's gaze turned cold as he questioned them sternly.
Orders had long been issued from above; if there were any lapses in defense during this event, those responsible would face severe consequences. He could not afford to be careless.
Sun Zhe and his companions did not cause any trouble and promptly produced their identification for inspection before entering Falling Sunset Valley. Upon seeing the massive competition venue inside, they couldn't help but express their astonishment. While the stands in the center and periphery were acceptable, the sight of one hundred dark arenas in the center was truly shocking.
"Are we really going to compete in those arenas?"
Looking at the dark arenas shimmering under the sunlight, Zhao Ang swallowed hard. Before the competition began, Thunder Temple did not allow anyone into the arena; he had only heard vague details about it but never expected Thunder Temple to create such an extravagant temporary competition site.
"Those arenas are likely constructed from Black Crystal Stone. It is known that this material is not only extremely hard but also capable of automatically absorbing energy directed at it. Even experts from the Realm of Thunder Lord find it difficult to damage Black Crystal Stone. However, this material is incredibly precious; I have rarely seen it before. I didn't expect Thunder Temple to use it for constructing competition arenas."
Takeda, being an older generation Cultivator with broader experience than the younger ones, spoke solemnly as he gazed at the flickering black arenas.
"This clearly shows how much Thunder Temple values this competition. Let's go inside and see who our opponents will be."
Although the Competition has not yet started, a considerable number of people have already gathered in the square. Most of the outer Observation Platform is already occupied, and many high-ranking members of the Sect have also arrived at the central Observation Platform, including representatives from the Golden Thunder Sect and other Four Major Sects. The person in charge of the Thunder Temple has also come to the top level of this platform.
Due to the large number of participating Cultivators, this Selection Trial will directly adopt an elimination system; losing one match means losing qualification to compete. There are over twenty thousand participants, and to select the final two hundred, seven rounds of eliminations will take place.
However, despite this, there are simply too many contestants in the first round of Competition. With twenty thousand people competing, there will be ten thousand matches. With one hundred Arenas, each Arena must hold one hundred Competitions. Therefore, there is simply not enough time, so the first round of Competition is set to last for two hours.
A huge wooden board stands at the edge of the competition area, displaying rows of names of participating contestants, along with their match locations and times. Sun Zhe and his companions stand before this board, slowly searching for their information.
“Here it is! I found it! Number 47 versus Number 989, Arena 19, Match 7.”
Shen Yan immediately exclaimed with joy; her number is indeed 47, and her opponent is Number 989. She will compete in Match 7 at Arena 19, which means she can finish her match this morning and won’t have to compete again for a while. This can be considered quite lucky.
“I found mine too! Number 456 versus Number 1761, Arena 76, Match 38. I won’t compete until this afternoon.” After a moment, Zhao Ang also found his match information; he will be competing in twenty-five matches over one and a half hours this afternoon.
“My match is Number 467 versus Number 675, Arena 6, Match 92. I won’t compete until tomorrow afternoon.”
Kuangba's rough voice suddenly rang out. The others exchanged glances and couldn’t help but smile; Kuangba’s luck is clearly worse since he will finish his match tomorrow afternoon and then have to participate in another Competition with everyone else.
“Brother Sun, haven’t you found yours yet? You’re in Arena 1.”
Seeing Sun Zhe staring blankly at the board without finding his information yet, Shen Yan couldn’t help but sigh helplessly at him.
“Brother Sun is so silly.”
Although Sun Zhe does not allow his companions to speak like this in public, they still couldn’t help but tease him softly at that moment.
A hint of embarrassment flashed across Sun Zhe's face as he finally noticed that his match information was right at the front row.
"Match 4109 against Match 11, Arena 1, Twenty-Fifth Match."
It just happened to be the last competition of the morning, which was quite fortunate.
"In that case, let's go cheer for Sister Shen," a few of them said as they headed towards Arena 19 where Shen Yan was located. Takeda, having no competition number, naturally could not enter the arena, so he went up to the Observation Platform outside the square to watch their competition.
"Hey, Brother Sun, Sister Shen, you all came!"
A light and graceful voice sounded from the left. The group turned to see Pang Yiting walking towards them, accompanied by several others who were disciples of the Hua Qing Sect. Each of them was also a beautiful young woman, but compared to Pang Yiting, who was one of the courtesans, they were somewhat lacking.
"Yiting!" Before Sun Zhe could respond, Zhao Ang immediately rushed forward with shining eyes. "Hey... why are you pulling me? Let go of me..."
After taking a few steps, he realized his clothes were being tugged and could not move forward. Turning around, he saw Kuangba holding onto his clothes and immediately shouted at Kuangba in frustration.
"Let go!" But Kuangba completely ignored him and refused to let go.
"Yiting, where is your competition? I'm at Arena 19; it's about to start," Shen Yan quickly stepped forward and grabbed Pang Yiting's hands happily. Sun Zhe did not expect their relationship to have grown so close along the way; they seemed like sisters.
"I'm starting my competition in the afternoon, but my junior sister is about to begin. I'm going over to cheer for her. Oh no, she’s in the first match; we need to go now. See you later, Brother Sun; you need to do your best too..." With that, Pang Yiting followed her senior sister and junior sisters as they walked away.
"Yeah, you too," Sun Zhe smiled slightly and replied. From being mysterious to now familiar, Pang Yiting had always given Sun Zhe a good impression. He had a favorable view of this neighborly girl.
"Hey, Yiting! Don't rush off so quickly; I also start in the afternoon. We really have a connection..." Watching Pang Yiting walk further away, Zhao Ang immediately shouted loudly, causing everyone nearby to turn and watch.
Sun Zhe and the others quickly walked in another direction, pretending they didn't know each other; it was just too embarrassing. Just then, a cold voice rang out in front of everyone,
"Sun Zhe, I hope I don't run into you in the arena."
Sun Zhe looked up and happened to see Han Xinrao walking past him with a few others. The resentful gaze she cast before leaving made him shiver involuntarily.
"How did her cultivation level increase so much all of a sudden..."
Watching Han Xinrao's figure gradually fade away, Sun Zhe's brows furrowed. The Hua Qing Sect was the only Fifth-Rank Sect on the continent that could rival a Sixth-Rank Sect. Given Han Xinrao's hatred towards him, if she were to become the leader of the Hua Qing Sect in the future, she would likely pursue him at any cost. At that time, even if he fled to the Nine Continents Mainland, it would still be extremely dangerous.
Although Pang Yiting and Han Xinrao were both Courtesans of the Hua Qing Sect, Han Xinrao's scheming was far superior to Pang Yiting's. Sun Zhe estimated that if the two were to compete, the position of leader of the Hua Qing Sect would ultimately fall into Han Xinrao's hands.
Thinking of this, Sun Zhe's killing intent intensified.
However, this cold killing intent was quickly concealed by Sun Zhe as he walked with Shen Yan and others towards Arena 19. Along the way, Sun Zhe also saw many familiar faces.
He encountered Song Guiyi from Tian Yun Sect, Zheng Bin and Bing Yan from Thunder Temple's West Hall, Yu from Yuling Sect, and Thunder Abyss from Golden Thunder Sect among others.
This Selection Trial was definitely not a simple competition; strong Loose Cultivators from various regions and core disciples from major sects would likely make an appearance. Many powerful figures on the Star Ranking List, along with talented disciples from Thunder Temple's Six Halls, would turn this into a fierce battle.
"Dong!"
A loud sound of a bell resonated, causing everyone's hearts to tremble. They understood that this bell marked the official start of this grand competition involving tens of thousands!
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