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In the second match, Xu Feng did not watch. Through the preliminary assessment of the First Round competition, Xu Feng had gained a preliminary understanding of the cultivators participating in this Competition and had identified a list of cultivators that needed to be taken seriously.
Xu Feng currently had no Archery Skills, could not use Jin Liaoyuan's Superior Spirit Sword, and the Wings of the Strange Dragon were also high-profile items; using them would label him. Fame can be a burden, and one must navigate cautiously through the Ten Thousand Years ship.
Xu Feng could only rely on his formidable Five Elements Body and the double enhancement from Arrow Meridian. His Cultivation Method only had Fire and Earth elements with offensive capabilities, and if he encountered Wood Element cultivators that could counter those two, he would have to fight hard.
After two rounds of elimination matches, only over seventy out of three hundred participants remained. The ten Arenas were arranged for seventy competitors, with each Arena needing to conduct three matches to complete the third round of eliminations.
In this round, the attention-grabbing "Wolf Knight" was about to compete. Xu Feng did not know how many "Wolf Knights" there were like him, but one thing was certain: every "Wolf Knight" was a formidable presence.
"Huo Shuangshuang, Foundation Establishment Mid-Stage, I seek your guidance," Xu Feng's first opponent introduced himself. The name sounded effeminate, yet he had a full beard.
"Yan Da, Foundation Establishment Mid-Stage, please." Xu Feng did not announce his title as "Wolf Knight." In real combat, even the strongest title cannot guarantee victory over opponents; instead, it might enhance their fighting spirit.
Huo Shuangshuang clearly looked down on Xu Feng from the Foundation Establishment Stage but was cautious due to Chapter being a dark horse in the competition.
Knowing that his opponent would not strike first due to his status, Xu Feng drew his Medium-Grade Spirit Sword and took the initiative to attack.
Seeing that Xu Feng wielded a Medium-Grade Spirit Sword, Huo Shuangshuang's expression changed again, though there was a hint of disdain in his eyes because he was using a Low-Grade Spirit Tool. In comparison, he felt embarrassed.
In fact, it wasn't just him; most of the participating cultivators came from humble backgrounds. Having a high-quality magic weapon was already impressive; spirit tools were considered high-end weapons among loose cultivators. Those who casually spent tens of thousands on spirit tools often had their own backing or were core disciples sent by the Six Major Sects with elders purchasing weapons for them.
Huo Shuangshuang raised his sword to clash with Xu Feng. Xu Feng did not show weakness either; he launched a fierce assault right away. Neither seemed to test each other’s strength first; it was as if both wanted to finish off the other in one go.
Huo Shuangshuang believed he could overpower his opponent due to being at a higher cultivation level and aimed to suppress Xu Feng without giving him any chance to breathe. Xu Feng planned to catch Huo Shuangshuang off guard with his double Arrow Meridian enhancement combined with his exceptional stamina.
The audience cheered loudly; this was considered one of the most exciting matches of the third round. Both sides were going head-to-head with speed and power, thrilling the spectators below.
Sustained high-intensity attacks were extremely exhausting. Within half the time, Huo Shuangshuang finally slowed down; his movements became less fluid as he gradually fell into a passive position.
Xu Feng did not dare let up and maintained pressure until he forced Huo Shuangshuang to the edge of the stage.
"Down!" Xu Feng shouted as he swept his sword horizontally with immense force. Huo Shuangshuang had nowhere to retreat and raised his sword to block. With a loud clang, he was pushed back two steps and fell out of the Arena.
"Yan Da wins!" The referee announced the result. Xu Feng secured victory in his first match.
"Another Foundation Establishment Stage cultivator has advanced; how strong!"
"Strong? Out of so many people, only he and Chapter advanced."
"If I go, maybe..."
"Ugh..." the sound of retching.
Huo Shuangshuang lost the match and actually bowed to Xu Feng from the sidelines, saying, "Thank you!" Clearly, during the earlier confrontation, Huo Shuangshuang had realized that Xu Feng was intentionally holding back his strength.
Xu Feng had just used the Golden Yuan Slash Spiritual Power at the Refining Qi Stage, which was of a lower quality than Huo Shuangshuang's but excelled in endurance. Additionally, Huo Shuangshuang's Wood Element Technique was precisely countered, making her loss understandable.
After winning this round, Xu Feng advanced to the next stage. There were only three matches in today's competition across all Arenas, and they all ended before half-time.
The matches were not drawn by lot; they were arranged by the organizers themselves. The official method was said to be determined by drawing lots, but it was merely a proxy draw. The cultivators knew there was something fishy about it but couldn't say much; after all, to make it into the top ten still relied on strength. Otherwise, even if they entered the Otherworldly Secret Realm, they might not survive.
This time, Xu Feng's opponent was a Female Cultivator with almond-shaped eyes and a charming figure. Her Daoist robe, originally fitted tightly, was now stretched open at the collar, almost bursting apart.
"My name is Yang Xiaoxiao. Please show mercy, Senior Brother," the Female Cultivator said with a smile that revealed her teeth and sparkled in her eyes.
Xu Feng felt as if a subtle power was being transmitted through her gaze. Her tender smile captivated Xu Feng completely; any action to harm her would be seen as disrespectful. Even a gentle breeze that ruffled her hair would be considered a grave sin.
Xu Feng seemed to forget to introduce himself and forgot that this was a competition.
Guo Xiaoxiao was very pleased with Xu Feng's performance and softly said, "Senior Brother, there are so many people here, many bad people. I'm so scared." Her innocent eyes were filled with helplessness.
Xu Feng walked over in a daze.
Yang Xiaoxiao's eyes resembled a spring pool, and her jade-like face seemed ready to drip with water. As Xu Feng approached her, he forced out an idiotic grin that made one worry that if he opened his mouth just a little more, strings of drool would spill out uncontrollably.
Yang Xiaoxiao lightly flicked her hair and exclaimed, "Ah, Senior Brother! My handkerchief! My handkerchief has been blown away! What should I do..." She stomped her foot while exclaiming as if a fragrant handkerchief had truly been carried away by the wind. Even nearby male cultivators couldn't help but search around on the ground.
Suddenly, Xu Feng's silly grin vanished and was replaced by a "Tang Seng-style" smile. "Wukong, you naughty one! I told you not to throw things around. Even if it doesn't hit anyone, it's not good to hit flowers and grass!"
He grabbed the astonished Guo Xiaoxiao and unleashed his spiritual power, throwing her off the stage.
Chaos erupted below as dozens of hands shamelessly reached for Yang Xiaoxiao's fragrant body. One fellow even pressed his entire body onto hers...
"Yang Daoist friend, be my Dao partner! I won't let you down, dear."
"Baby, your neck is so smooth, I almost tripped."
"I found your hand, it's wrapped around my waist, come and get it, hurry up."
"Get away, you bastards! I've been waiting five hundred years for this meeting."
Yang Xiaoxiao screamed in the crowd, but there was no way to escape those lustful hands. Her clothes quickly turned into pieces of 'hand rolls.'
"Yan Dasheng, go!" The referee announced loudly, the sound resonating like thunder, as if a Buddha was sitting on a lotus. The frenzied crowd below snapped back to reality, each person straightening their clothes and stepping aside with feigned propriety, revealing Yang Xiaoxiao's bare backside like a white sheep.
Once the crowd dispersed, Yang Xiaoxiao was able to retrieve her clothes from her storage bag and quickly put them back on. With a leap, she ran away as if flying. This was quite embarrassing; even the most shameless prostitute wouldn't expose herself in public like that.
"I won't let you off," Yang Xiaoxiao's voice echoed from afar.
Xu Feng touched his nose, looking innocent as he shrugged his shoulders. "What does it have to do with me? I didn't touch you. Well, I did sneak a peek; that's my fault. I apologize."
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