After hearing Chen Feng's words, Chu Ling Xiao smiled and did not say anything. Instead, he nodded at the grand elder beside him.
His figure also flew to one of the smaller arenas. This arena was mainly reserved for him to be a referee. The other two large arenas were the places for battles.
"The competition between the two sects is about to begin. Both sides will have 30 Foundation Establishment stage disciples and 30 Golden Core stage disciples participating in the competition.”
As soon as Gu Ming finished speaking, the Ancient Sword Sect and the Heavenly Dragon Temple began to discuss tactics.
Soon, both sides sent a Foundation Establishment and Aurous Core stage disciple to the arena.
The Ancient Sword Sect had a fifth-level Foundation Building and a first-level Golden Core disciple, while the Heavenly Dragon Temple had a fourth-level Foundation Building and a first-level Golden Core disciple.
However, Su Jiu frowned when she saw this scene. If they were to fight like this, it would be easy for them to end up in a draw.
At that time, how would the winner be determined? They couldn't let the Foundation Establishment disciples fight the Golden Core disciples, right?
"Junior Brother Su Jiu, I'm afraid you'll have to go up for the battle between the strongest disciples later.”
Zhang Yulin came to Su Jiu's side and said.
"Battle of the strongest disciples?"
Zhang Yulin smiled and nodded.
"There will be a total of three matches. If the winner of these two matches has already been determined, there will naturally be no third match. However, if the match is tied, both sides will send their strongest disciple to determine the final winner.”
Su Jiu suddenly realized that there was a third match. It seemed that what he had thought about before was unnecessary.
"I heard that the Heavenly Dragon Temple and the Ancient Sword Sect have been fighting for hundreds of years.”
Su Jiu asked curiously.
Zhang Yulin shook his head with a bitter smile.
"Let's put it this way. Let's not talk about the past. In the past ten years, our Heavenly Dragon Temple has only been able to last until the third round once, and we even lost that round.”
Su Jiu was shocked. Out of ten fights, nine of them did not last until the third match, and they all lost.
Was Heavenly Dragon Temple that weak? But why did he feel that the disciples in the temple were all very arrogant?
"Thump…"
At this moment, the sound of a bell rang out. The four disciples on the field also erupted with their auras. The two sides soon engaged in battle.
"Rumble…"
Countless methods erupted, causing dust to appear on the stage.
The people outside couldn't see the situation inside clearly. They could only barely see figures flashing by.
The first battle lasted for a full five minutes. The first to decide the winner was still the two people in the foundation establishment stage.
Unsurprisingly, the Heavenly Dragon Temple was defeated. After all, the Foundation Establishment disciples of the Ancient Sword Sect were one minor realm higher and their methods were stronger.
"Pfft…"
At this moment, the sound of someone vomiting blood suddenly rang out. Everyone looked at the Golden Core stage in unison.
The Aurous Core Stage disciple of the Heavenly Dragon Temple flew out with blood all over his body and landed on the edge of the arena.
"The disciples of the Heavenly Dragon Temple are indeed very strong.”
A voice rang out, and the Ancient Sword Sect's disciple appeared. At this moment, he was looking at the Heavenly Dragon Temple's disciple with his arms crossed in front of his chest.
When everyone saw this scene, they were shocked. How could this disciple of the Ancient Sword Sect be so strong?
Both sides were first-level Golden Core cultivators, but the Ancient Sword Sect disciples only suffered some minor injuries.
" Cough cough..." The disciple of Heavenly Dragon Temple gritted his teeth and slowly stood up again. It was obvious that he still wanted to continue fighting.
"Stop struggling. You want to fight me with your crippled body?”
The Ancient Sword Sect disciple sneered and turned to leave.
"But you won this round."
After saying that, everyone saw the Ancient Sword Sect's disciple jump off the stage. The people from the Heavenly Dragon Temple were stunned at first, then their eyes were filled with anger.
Humiliation!
This guy was obviously insulting them. After all, the rules of the competition were that the last disciple left on the field would win, not the one who won the most battles.
Although the Ancient Sword Sect's disciple had jumped off the arena, the Heavenly Dragon Temple's disciple had obviously lost his fighting strength and could not continue fighting.
"Hahaha, Abbot Chu, the disciples of your Heavenly Dragon Temple haven't improved much compared to last year. They're still so useless.”
On the platform, Chen Feng laughed loudly, his eyes filled with mockery.
Chu Ling Xiao's expression was calm. He had no reaction to Chen Feng's mockery.
After so many years, it was not the first time he was ridiculed by the other party. He was already used to it.
However, his gaze was fixed on Su Jiu, who was still sweeping the floor. If Su Jiu had not been there, there would not have been any changes in this competition.
However, as long as Su Jiu made a move, these guys in front of them would not be able to resist at all.
The battle continued, but there were no waves in the following battles. Everyone from the Heavenly Dragon Temple was basically beaten up. Even if Zhang Yulin and Gao Feng went on stage, the two sides were only evenly matched.
Moreover, every time the Ancient Sword Sect's people would step down at the end, it filled the hearts of the people of the Heavenly Dragon Temple with anger.
"Presenter Chu, it's the last round. It seems that your Heavenly Dragon Temple won't be able to last until the third round this year.”
Chen Feng smiled.
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