Ye Lingyun, who was far away in the main hall, paid attention to this battle.
Shee was now certain that the chosen one in the prophecy was this youth named Victor.
“But the difference is that he hasn’t used his weapon yet, and he hasn’t released his wood element spiritual energy. He has hidden so many trump cards. It seems like he wants to strive for first place.”
After constantly observing, there were a few powerful disciples from the Heavenly Sword Mountain. It wouldn’t be easy for Victor to defeat them.
“At such a young age, he already gives off an unfathomable feeling. Even the first elder’s prediction didn’t reveal all of his cards…”
When the third round of the competition began, Victor met forfeited opponents three times in a row. It wasn’t just him. Guo Feibai and Ji Mengyun were the same. Their opponents had been forfeiting and admitting defeat. One could advance into the next round as long as they were in the top seven of the group competition, so there was no need for them to fight every single battle.
Just like that, it was lunchtime.
Victor had five out of five wins.
Song Qianqian’s luck was not very good. She had already lost three rounds, so her chances of advancing were very slim.
Although she had already expected such a result and knew that she had not lost because of her talent, but because of her age, Song Qianqian was still a little disappointed.
This time, it seemed that her journey would stop here. Perhaps she would only have a bigger stage in a few years.
After five matches, Victor was already somewhat famous. Some busybodies had already started to predict the rankings and even started to set up gambling games.
Heavenly Sword Mountain would not interfere in this. In fact, those who set up gambling games were the disciples of certain elders. Their backgrounds were not small either. Gambling games were just fun for them. It was impossible to see the true strength of the contestants in the group matches, hence their games might not even profit them.
“Junior Elder Victor, you have been selected as one of the seeded players in the gambling games. The odds are quite good.”
During lunch, Song Qianqian said.
“Oh, what are the odds of me winning the championship?” Victor asked casually. If it was objective, he could consider buying some for himself.
“Umm… There are no odds of you winning the championship…”
Song Qianqian did not expect Victor to ask about the odds of winning. Even she did not say that she thought her junior elder could win.
It was a fact that Victor was strong, but the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Mountain were also very powerful. In terms of strength, they were a whole realm higher than Victor. Moreover, those disciples were all geniuses who could fight above their level, they were several times stronger than ordinary spirit gathering realm disciples of the same level.
No matter how powerful Victor was, it was impossible for him to compete with those genius disciples who could fight above their realm. That would really shock the entire Heavenly Sword Mountain.
Song Qianqian continued to say, “There are only 20 candidates to win the championship. All of them are the core disciples of the Heavenly Sword Mountain. Amongst them, the seeded contestants of the ten groups are the most popular. Guo Feibai from our group is also among them. The odds are one to twenty. Oh right, there is also Zhang Zetian from one of the top 10 cultivation families who has also been selected. His odds are one to thirty-five.”
Zhang Zetian?
Victor felt that this name was a little familiar. After thinking about it carefully, he remembered that Nangong Aotian’s little brother had mentioned this name when they were at the East Ocean Restaurant.
Zhang Zetian from the Zhang family had participated in the last competition. He managed to enter the top 20 that time, but he was still far from being an immediate disciple of the Heavenly Sword Mountain. He had cultivated for another three years this time. Compared to his previous competition, he was very confident.
Ever since the Heavenly Sword Mountain competition was held, the first place had always been in the hands of the core disciples of the Heavenly Sword Mountain. It had never fallen into the hands of outsiders. It was not easy for Zhang Zetian to be selected as one of the top 20.
“By the way… didn’t you say that I was also selected as a seeded contestant?” Victor asked.
“Uh… Junior elder, you were only selected as a seeded contestant of an external sect. I bet that you will be in the first place of the external sect. There are a total of 15 people who are selected. Your odds are one to six.”
“One to six? It seems that mine isn’t that good either. I don’t think it’s ranked high.”
“Yes. The two brothers of the Yuelun Sect who are ranked at the top are both at the 12th level of the spirit gathering realm. They are about to advance to the 13th level of the spirit gathering realm. Their odds are one to two.”
The Yuelun Sect? Because of the distance, Victor was very unfamiliar with this sect. If he remembered correctly, this was a sect from an oversea island. Their strength should be about the same as the Xuanming Sect.
Victor recalled for a moment and said with a smile, “Qianqian, if you want to win some money, you can buy some of mine.”
“Hehe… actually, I’ve already exchanged 20 spirit stones to bet on you.”
Song Qianqian stuck out her tongue and said somewhat embarrassedly, although she didn’t think highly of the battle between her junior elder and those disciples of the Heavenly Sword Mountain.
However, for the disciples of outer sects, Song Qianqian had full confidence in Victor.
After lunch, the competition in the afternoon began very quickly.
The schedule of the competition was all arranged by people and no lots were drawn. The seeded contestants didn’t meet each other in the group competition, and the cultivators from the same sects avoided each other.
Victor avoided Ji Mengyun, Guo Feibai, and Song Qianqian. In the afternoon, more people forfeited from the competition and fewer people accepted the challenge. It wasn’t until the sixth round of the competition that Victor met an opponent at the 11th level of spirit condensation, Su Lang, a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Mountain’s Sword Forging Peak.
Su Lang’s cultivation was considered average in the entire group competition, so it was not a problem for him to go against Victor. Moreover, as a disciple of the Sword Forging Peak, he had observed countless swords and seen many sword moves, his mental strength was as tough as the sword he had practiced.
It just so happened to restrain those cultivators who were good at sword techniques.
Su Lang stood on the stage with great confidence. Three feet above his head, there was a small three-legged and two-eared copper furnace slowly rotating.
“You are very strong, but it is not so easy to beat me. My Sword Forging Peak disciples may not be outstanding in terms of cultivation methods and martial techniques, but in terms of the strength and tenacity of spiritual power and understanding of the sword, they are top-notch. Your sword force attacks are ineffective against me!”
Sword forgers, rune masters, and alchemists were the ones who needed strong, lasting spiritual power and fine control of spiritual power.
Su Lang had a strong spiritual talent. He had been learning the ways to refine weapons since he was young. His spiritual power and understanding of sword moves were definitely top-notch.
“This is going to be interesting. Although Su Lang’s strength isn’t strong, he can restrain Victor’s sword moves. The sword moves won’t be effective. I wonder what other tricks Victor has.”
“I think Victor will definitely taste defeat this time. I’m just waiting to see the end of his winning streak.”
