Chapter 1281: Chapter 1281: Not So Lucky
The competition on the Martial Arts Arena continues.
However, there are not many matches left.
A total of 5,000 disciples from a hundred schools.
Now it has reached number 4922, with only a few dozen matches remaining.
Two hours later, as the three judges announced ’number 4999’ and ’number 5000’ to the stage, the final match began.
Unfortunately, the last two participants were just disciples ranked after 80.
Their fight lacked excitement, and it ended once one was defeated.
Thus, the 5,000 Heavenly Talents, 2,500 matches, came to an end.
However, the first round is not considered over.
The first elimination round is to advance 3,000, eliminating 2,000.
Naturally, the first round is not yet complete.
Next, the 5,000 Heavenly Talents need to draw lots again and fight another match.
The rules are the same as before.
After this match, counting the win or loss from the previous one, if both are wins, they directly enter the second round.
If it’s one win and one loss, it remains undetermined.
If both are losses, elimination is direct.
If there are more than 3,000 remaining, those with a record of one win and one loss will continue to compete.
This means the current defeated Heavenly Talents still have one more chance.
The Heavenly Talents who have already won, if they win again, can directly enter the second round.
The outcome, whether or not they advance to the second round, depends entirely on their own ability.
After drawing lots again, everyone’s numbers are reshuffled.
"Number 355," Xiao Yi glanced at the number in his hand.
"Number 80," Qing Lin also said.
On the Martial Arts Arena, with the loud call from the three judges, numbers 1 and 2, two Heavenly Talents took the stage, and the matches began again.
However, the enthusiasm in the stands from the disciples of various schools was clearly much less than the previous round.
After all, everyone has already been on the stage and competed.
Against their own opponents, the disciples among themselves have also made a rough comparison.
Except for those renowned Supreme Geniuses, the other disciples from various schools had already shown their strength in the previous round.
Compared to watching the matches with enthusiasm, more spectators preferred to spend time thinking about how to deal with their own opponents.
Two hours later.
"Number 79, Lin Shaoshao from Heavenly Hidden Academy, come to the stage."
"Number 80, Qing Lin from Black Cloud Academy, come to the stage."
The three judges shouted loudly.
Whoosh... whoosh...
Two figures leaped onto the Martial Arts Arena.
However, the one who ascended first was the disciple from Heavenly Hidden Academy.
Qing Lin, on the contrary, was a step slower.
Because when he heard ’number 79’, he knew it was his turn to go on stage as number 80.
And when he heard the words ’Heavenly Hidden Academy’, he suddenly became alert.
His cold eyes scanned the seats of the Heavenly Hidden Twelve Peaks.
When he saw his opponent coming from the seat of Heavenly Stacked Peak, a mocking grin appeared on his lips as he instantly leaped onto the arena.
Thus, he was a step slower than Lin Shaoshao.
"A disciple from Heavenly Stacked Peak," Qing Lin said with a sinister tone.
In front of him stood a serene young woman with delicate features, who shuddered at Qing Lin’s sinister laugh.
"Do either of you have any questions?" the three judges asked.
"No," Qing Lin replied immediately, "Let’s begin."
"No." Lin Shaoshao shook her head.
"Alright, the competition begins," the three judges announced before stepping aside.
"Lin Shaoshao, disciple of Heavenly Stacked Peak from Heavenly Hidden Academy..." Lin Shaoshao politely cupped her hands.
"Heaven my foot!" Qing Lin shouted aggressively as he launched his attack.
Whoosh...
"So fast." Lin Shaoshao’s pupils contracted, unable to follow Qing Lin’s speed.
Boom...
With a loud bang.
Lin Shaoshao only had time to feel a pain in her abdomen, her face showing a pained expression as she was blasted off the stage.
Instant defeat!
"Hmph." Qing Lin snorted coldly, looking at the three judges.
The three judges nodded, "In this battle, Qing Lin from Black Cloud Academy is the victor."
Qing Lin glanced at the Heavenly Stacked Peak seats, raised his head proudly, and stepped down.
In the seats of Heavenly Stacked Peak, the disciples’ faces were icy cold.
The disgust in the eyes of a red-clad female disciple was intensified to the extreme.
Qing Lin returned to the seats of Black Cloud Academy and sat down.
Xiao Yi glanced at him, chuckling, "You held back."
Qing Lin nodded, "That little girl didn’t seem like a troublemaker, so I just knocked her off the stage."
With Qing Lin’s strength, if he really exploded with fury, even the elite disciples of the Heavenly Hidden Twelve Peaks, aside from the Chiefs, wouldn’t stand a chance against him.
If he really wanted to be strict, Lin Shaoshao would likely suffer greatly.
However, despite Qing Lin’s unruly personality, he knew when to hold back.
"It’s just a pity I didn’t face that girl," Qing Lin said, glancing again at the red-clad girl in the Heavenly Stacked Peak seats.
After retracting his gaze, Qing Lin pursed his lips, "In my opinion, this first round is quite troublesome as well."
"A single match would suffice; whoever has the strength has it. Why compete again?"
Xiao Yi shook his head, "It’s the three-out-of-two rule; that’s fair."
Indeed, three-out-of-two.
The first round seems like each person only fights two matches.
But in reality, those who win two matches progress directly; those with one win and one loss are undecided; those with two losses are directly eliminated.
This essentially follows the three-out-of-two rule.
On the Martial Arts Arena, the competition resumed.
As usual, enthusiasm in the stands from the disciples of various schools noticeably decreased.
Only when some renowned disciples took the stage did cheers ring out again, attracting attention once more.
Such as the five Chiefs, Tang Qianliu, Fang Shushu, and others.
Xiao Yi continued to pretend to nap with his eyes closed.
Whether it was during the first match or now during the second, he showed little interest.
"Hmm?" Suddenly Xiao Yi remembered something and opened his eyes.
"What number is Qin Yi?" Xiao Yi asked Qing Lin.
Qing Lin understood Xiao Yi’s meaning and nodded, "A very late number, you can rest assured."
Although Qin Yi’s body was rid of the venom, his injuries remained.
If his number was early, he would need to recover quickly to have a chance at fighting.
If his number was late, there would be no rush.
With Xiao Yi’s ability, after removing the venom, he had also stabilized Qin Yi’s injuries.
He just needed to meditate slowly, using Primordial Power to soothe his internal organs slowly, and gradually recover his strength.
Xiao Yi turned to look at Qin Yi not far behind him, nodding.
He then closed his eyes again, pretending to nap.
Several hours later.
"Number 355, Xiao Yi from Black Cloud Academy, come to the stage."
"It’s my turn." Xiao Yi opened his eyes and swiftly leaped onto the Martial Arts Arena.
"Number 356, Mo Youh from Heavenly Hidden Academy, come to the stage."
"Hmm?" Xiao Yi’s eyes narrowed.
Whoosh... A figure leaped out from the Heavenly Stacked Peak seats, it was the red-clad girl, Mo Youh.
"Hmph, Xiao Yi, it seems you’re not so lucky," Mo Youh sneered as she landed steadily on the stage.
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Fourth update. (Supplement)
