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"Now each of you has a Number Tag in your hands, so take a good look at the number on it. The rules for the upcoming Tournament are as follows: if your Number Tag is one and your opponent's Number Tag is one thousand, then you are opponents. If your Number Tag is two and your opponent's Number Tag is nine hundred ninety-nine, then you are opponents. This will continue until the Number Tag is five hundred and the Number Tag is five hundred one, marking the end of the first round of the Match."
After Night Sky Bright finished speaking, he waited for the thousand participating warriors below to remember this, then his aura flickered and vanished. The entire Tianwu Square fell silent, and everyone felt a sense of terror, as if facing a towering mountain without any will to resist.
"Alright, the Rising Dragon Conference officially begins now; we will start the first round of the Elimination Round." He flashed to the highest position. At that moment, the terrifying aura dissipated.
The elderly judges behind the ten Arenas stood up; the first Arena began with the first Match, while the second Arena proceeded with the third Match. The tenth Arena held the tenth Match.
The participating warriors took their places in their corresponding Arenas, and thus the first round of the Elimination Round officially commenced. It wasn't just these warriors who were excited; the vast number of spectators were equally thrilled. The start of the Elimination Round ignited their enthusiasm, leading to continuous cheers and shouts.
It was unclear what kind of magic array was set up in the Void, but when the spectators' shouts echoed back, they had been weakened by an unknown factor. It was as if they were merely whispering, having little impact on the Match.
The first twenty participating warriors on stage struck without mercy, unleashing their most powerful martial skills in hopes of defeating their opponents and securing victory for themselves.
All they needed was to win four matches to enter the top one hundred of the Rising Dragon Conference. Unfortunately, all those present were top geniuses from the Nine Great States, so who among them would be weak? Most of the Matches were evenly matched, resulting in significant injuries before a victor emerged. Only a few powerful Monsters easily secured victories.
Ren Pingsheng, watching from above during the Duel, did not see any outstanding battles; he simply observed while taking advantage of any opportunity to cultivate. He was number two hundred thirty, and whether he would reach his own Match today remained uncertain.
Currently, his Wood's Profound Meaning was just a step away from advancing further, so he aimed to seize every moment for cultivation. This time around, the Rising Dragon Conference would last for a month. He believed that breaking through with his Wood's Profound Meaning was only a matter of time; achieving it sooner would certainly be better.
As one match after another passed, finally someone he cared about took to the stage: Mo Nai He from the Mengzhou Thunder Sound Sect, renowned in Jizhou City, known by the nickname Mengzhou Saint Hand. Unfortunately, during that time, Ren Pingsheng had been focused on cultivation and had not seen him in action.
His opponent was a warrior at the Perfect Sect Level, considered strong among those at that level. His aura was formidable and not to be underestimated in some people's eyes. It seemed he was aware of Mo Nai He's reputation and appeared quite cautious.
"Use your strongest martial skill; otherwise, you won't even get a chance to strike," said Mo Nai He, expressionless.
"Hmph! Although your reputation is considerable, don't underestimate me. Since you want to see what I've got, let's see if you can handle it. Ice freezes three feet!" As he struck down with his sword, half of the Arena was enveloped in cold air. In just a breath or two, Mo Nai He was frozen into an ice statue.
"Haha... it seems you're just riding on empty fame," said his opponent gleefully upon seeing his technique succeed. Without hesitation, he spun his hand holding the Longsword, unleashing terrifying waves of Sword Qi, which quickly engulfed Mo Nai He.
"Uh... no way! Is it possible that Mo Nai He is going to lose? I heard he was very powerful before. I placed a lot of bets on him," exclaimed some spectators in disbelief upon witnessing this situation.
However, it is said that outsiders watch the excitement while insiders see the intricacies. They may not be able to tell, but many of the geniuses at the Rising Dragon Conference are very clear about what is happening. They know that a change will soon occur.
Sure enough, when the Sword Qi shattered the ice person, there was a sudden gust of wind that appeared out of nowhere. All the Sword Qi was swept away in an instant. Then, this gust of wind vanished just as quickly.
The martial artist who had just been overly excited in the Arena did not even have time to react before being knocked out. By the time he landed below the Arena, he had already sustained serious injuries. Everything changed so rapidly that he didn't even understand what had happened before losing the Match.
"Oh, Mo Nai He has actually comprehended Wind's Essence." Ren Pingsheng in the audience brightened up and expressed some surprise. Although only a hint had been revealed, Ren Pingsheng was still able to sense it easily. His Wind Realm was just one step away from transformation, and his perception was still quite sharp. Of course, he feared that several other top ten experts would also have sensed it.
As soon as Mo Nai He won, the audience erupted in cheers. He was one of the Top Ten Experts at this Rising Dragon Conference, and many people had placed bets on him. Every time he won a match, they earned some Spirit Stones. If he could win it all, they would earn even more.
At this moment, they had no worries at all and cheered loudly. The sound that reached them was already greatly diminished but could still be heard clearly. Mo Nai He merely glanced lightly before returning to his original seat without any reaction.
"The strength of the Top Ten Experts is unfathomable. At least with the competition among the previous hundred participants, their specific strengths cannot be discerned," Tang Sheng said calmly beside him.
"Indeed, it's unlikely that they will encounter each other until after the top hundred."
"That's right; the Top Ten Experts are the main event. They will only face off at the very end. It's just uncertain which individuals will make it into the top ten this time. Will it be dominated by the Top Ten Experts or will there be a Dark Horse? It's truly something to look forward to!"
"Who knows? We'll find out slowly in due time. However, since we are here, we should also strive for those Rewards," Ren Pingsheng said with a light smile.
"Exactly, exactly! For these Rewards, we must give it our all." While the two were chatting, the Elimination Round continued on. An hour later, another Top Ten Expert took action, immediately stirring up a wave of excitement among the audience.
This time it was Xiao Zhantian from Xiao Prefecture, known for his ferocity in battle. His opponent was also a Perfect Sect Level martial artist, but he did not have such a good temper. From the start of Battle, he didn't even bother to speak and charged straight in.
This time he wasn't empty-handed; he wielded a Long Sword that danced through the air with fierce momentum. The entire Arena was filled with his sword energy as his opponent struggled to defend with their longsword. Unfortunately, after a few exchanges, they were cleaved off the Arena, leaving a trail of blood in midair.
"What a simple and direct Battle! Relying solely on his pure and abundant True Qi to eliminate his opponent without even using Profound Meaning," Ren Pingsheng remarked in astonishment.
"Everyone has their own way of battling; some rely on powerful martial skills, some on profound cultivation levels, and others on exceptional battle awareness. There's nothing strange about it," Tang Sheng replied without much surprise.
"That makes sense. Oh, it seems your Duel is coming up soon." He nodded and looked up to see that the number on the Arena had already reached eighty. If he remembered correctly, Tang Sheng's Number Tag should be eighty-five; after this batch concludes, it would be his Duel next.
"Yes, it's almost my turn. Unfortunately, I can only watch your Match tomorrow." He smiled and fell silent.
The strength of this group of twenty on stage was quite similar, and it took a considerable amount of time for the Battle to determine the winner. However, there was surprisingly a High-Level Sect Realm martial artist here, who won the Match without spending much time.
This left many people astonished, as they had no idea which state this Contestant was from. According to their knowledge, all the geniuses present were Perfect Sect Level martial artists, with none below that cultivation level. Yet here came someone like this.
Not only that, but his strength was also quite terrifying. A Perfect Sect Level martial artist actually failed after just a few exchanges against him. This made them take notice, as perhaps the next time, he would be their opponent.
Ren Pingsheng glanced at the somewhat shy young man in his early twenties, who was the winner of the Match and a High-Level Sect Realm Martial Artist. He felt both surprised and curious. Whether intentional or not, this person had deliberately looked at him before leaving the stage, which puzzled him; he couldn't recall knowing someone like that.
However, he had to admit that this person's strength was impressive. Although he could easily defeat Perfected Sect-Level Martial Artists at his High-Level Sect Realm stage, when he was around this age, he had just reached the High-Level Sovereign realm and did not possess such formidable power. Even with a five-year delay in his progress, it was enough to demonstrate how terrifying this man's talent was.
As for Tang Sheng's Duel next, Ren Pingsheng was also very interested in his strength. Since getting to know him, he had never seen his true capabilities. He only sensed that this person was extraordinary and might even be at the Half-Step Monarch realm.
His opponent was also a Perfect Sect Level martial artist and did not seem ordinary either. As soon as he made his move, thunder roared; he had comprehended the Thunder's Realm and had mastered it completely. Every strike shimmered with Thunder Light, turning the entire Arena into a Thunder Sea.
Tang Sheng, dressed in white like snow, moved gracefully, advancing and retreating effortlessly while dodging his opponent's attacks with composure. After five minutes seemed to pass and it appeared that his opponent had exhausted all means, he waved his hand, causing countless Cloud Mist to surge. Then the entire Arena became clear; his opponent inexplicably found himself offstage. He looked unharmed and showed no signs of injury.
"What terrifying strength." The martial artists witnessing this scene narrowed their eyes; even those Top Ten Experts wore serious expressions. Such power was hardly inferior to theirs.
"Cloud's Profound Meaning? It feels somewhat strange," Ren Pingsheng muttered to himself before closing his eyes to cultivate. Although he was amazed by Tang Sheng's strength, he had anticipated it and found it not too difficult to accept.
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