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The first ray of morning sunlight seeped through the seams of the tent and sprinkled onto the ground. Di Fei got up early, knowing that today was the first day of the martial arts competition, a contest filled with danger and challenges. He quietly put on his warrior outfit, adjusted the position of his sword, and then began to pack his belongings. Chen Fan and Zi Yan on the bed also gradually woke up, facing this brand new day.
The other sects' tents also gradually became active, as everyone made their final preparations for the competition. At this time, the group noticed that the number of tents representing each sect had decreased significantly, indicating that many people had chosen to withdraw from the competition before it started, unable to bear the danger and cruelty of the contest. The group began to discuss the situation of the martial arts competition, their mood tense and suppressed, yet with a hint of anticipation and excitement.
In the center of the martial arts arena, participants from various sects are gathering. Each sect has sent representative disciples to compete, dressed in their sect's attire, marking their identity. Some disciples appear confident, while others seem nervous, understanding the importance of this competition.
The participants are grouping together according to their sects, with four people in each group, converging towards the center of the venue. Among the many participants, some cast their gaze towards the host, Merciless Sword, filled with awe and admiration. Merciless Sword is a martial arts master, renowned in the martial arts world, and every move he makes exudes dignity and ruthlessness.
The host Merciless Sword stood on the high platform, overlooking the venue. His gaze was as sharp as a sword, making the atmosphere on the field oppressive. He announced that there were a total of thirty groups participating in this competition, and the first round would be a one-on-one duel, with the winners advancing to the next round.
At this moment, the representatives of each group were silently praying in their hearts, hoping to draw a favorable group. Merciless Sword's voice was calm and dignified as he announced the rules for drawing lots. Then, the participants took turns to walk up to the high platform and draw a lot from a box containing the lots.
Amidst the crowd's anticipation, the drawing of lots began. Each lot was marked with a number that would determine the group they belonged to. The representatives' hands fumbled in the lot box, and at the moment of drawing, the atmosphere on the field became extremely tense.
Finally, the drawing process ended, and the host announced the results. The representatives nervously opened their lots and then focused on the numbers on the ground. The numbers for each group were announced loudly, and the representatives of each group gathered together, exchanging glances, trying to glean some information from each other's eyes.
"Hey Tianfeng, which group are we in?" Di Fei asked. "The eighteenth group," everyone quickly looked at the numbers on the ground. "The fifteenth group? Who's that?"
"It's us, don't run too slow," a slender and confident young man, with a graceful demeanor, spoke. "I am He Yun from the 'Flowing Wind Gate.' Fair competition?" This cheerful and elegant man extended his hand. "May the strongest prevail!"
Chen Fan suddenly pushed Tianfeng, who was about to shake hands, clearly sensing the competitive spirit emanating from him. "Haha! May the strongest prevail!" He Yun laughed as he shook hands and then bowed before leaving.
Soon, they learned from others that the rest of the members were also He Yun's fellow martial brothers, and the four of them were competing together. The first senior brother was named Feng Mo, known for his agile body techniques, as swift as a ghost; the second senior brother was named Feng Bao, possessing astonishing strength, capable of launching fierce attacks in the wind; the third junior brother was named Feng Hua, renowned for his nimble swordsmanship, with his sword radiance blooming like elegance.
The four brothers work together with extraordinary tacit understanding. They have always been eager to demonstrate the strength of the Liufeng School in the competition, striving for the glory of the sect. As the representative, He Yun shoulders greater pressure, and they are determined to win in this competition to achieve the best results for the Liufeng School.
Facing such strong opponents, everyone has to intensify their discussions on how to deal with He Yun and his brothers' formidable lineup. In response, Di Fei proposed a plan, believing that his advantage in speed would make him the best runner to divert He Yun's attention. Zhang Tianfeng then volunteered to take on the role of guard, to stop the opponents' attacks. Chen Fan and Zi Yan decided to be responsible for interference, preventing He Yun and others from focusing on their attacks.
As the competition is about to begin, each group of participants is gathering at the assembly point, waiting for instructions. The host, Merciless Sword, stands on a high platform, his eyes cold and stern, announcing the official start of the competition. The representatives gather at their respective starting positions, the sound of heartbeats echoing in their ears, each person's face showing varying degrees of tension.
At Merciless Sword's signal, the competition begins. A horn sounds, and the representatives set off towards their targets in the mountains and forests. Di Fei dashes forward like lightning, his speed astonishing, making it impossible to see his figure clearly. Zhang Tianfeng follows behind Di Fei, guarding him and ready to fend off any potential attacks at any moment.
Elsewhere, He Yun and his fellow disciples have also set off. Their movements are agile and swift, as free as the wind. There is a hint of vigilance in He Yun's eyes, knowing that this competition will be anything but easy.
He Yun and his fellow disciples accelerate towards their goal of finding the Snow Mountain Red-eyed Rabbit in the mountains and forests. Feng Mo, Feng Bao, and Feng Hua move in a single line, like a gust of wind, swiftly and lightly weaving through the trees. Their movements are coordinated with remarkable precision, as if there is silent communication between them.
Di Fei quickly moved forward, his heart racing not only from the intense exercise, but also from the powerful excitement of the competition, causing his heartbeat to constantly burst in his ears. He knew this was a life-and-death showdown.
Zhang Tianfeng followed closely behind, guarding him with a determined gleam in his eyes. Chen Fan and Zi Yan took up different positions, attempting to interfere as He Yun's brothers approached Di Fei, making it difficult for them to attack easily.
As the originally wide field of vision gradually narrowed into dense woods, Di Fei's gaze became sharper. Soon, he sensed the presence of He Yun and the others.
In a slightly flat area, Di Fei suddenly stopped and turned to look at the nearby grove of trees. Sure enough, He Yun's senior brothers were quietly approaching, preparing to attack Di Fei.
He Yun's gaze was calm as he gestured towards Feng Mo, Feng Bao, and Feng Hua. The three of them tacitly stopped and concealed themselves in the grove of trees, waiting for He Yun's instructions.
Di Fei With a slight smile, he already sensed the opponent's presence. He took a deep breath and swiftly turned, raising the sword in his hand. Suddenly, storms and elegance came at him from different directions, one sword as fast as lightning, the other as agile as elegance.
Di Fei's figure instantly turned into a phantom, his agility and speed allowing him to easily evade the attacks of the two. Then, without hesitation, he launched a counterattack, the sword flashing with a cold light, the sword shadows intertwining, instantly striking at the vital points of the storms and elegance.
The wind stirred, and his figure suddenly appeared next to Di Fei like the wind, his long sword flashing like lightning as it stabbed towards Di Fei. Di Fei quickly dodged, a faint sword aura brushing past his robe.
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