Chapter 415 - Competition (1) (2/2)

Amidst the “clang” of the gong, the two number 1 disciples flew up vigorously onto the stage in the arena and started exchanging blows without a second word.

Typically, a battle between mystic cultivators was decided by whose mystic energy was stronger or weaker.

The mystic cultivators at this time had not yet realized the importance of the mystic conscious, which was why they were only sending waves of mystic energy back and forth, hurling them directly at the other person’s body.

After cursory observation, Qiao Mu could basically determine these two mystic cultivators were using intermediate-level mystic techniques.

The mystic techniques circulating on the market were normally only beginner-level. It was already considered pretty good that they could join a sect or faction and cultivate intermediate-level mystic techniques.

Only the masters’ personal disciples, who were more talented, could cultivate their sect or faction’s advanced-level mystic techniques and even have the chance to browse through even more high-level ones in their treasure pavilion.

In a battle of mystic techniques, it went without saying that advanced-level mystic techniques definitely suppressed intermediate-level mystic techniques.

As the two people before her were both displaying intermediate-level mystic techniques, it was all dependent on each person’s comprehension of their mystic techniques. Intelligent people who finished reading through the mystic technique would not only completely comprehend and become well-versed in it, but they could even conceive more profound techniques from this foundation.

But apparently, these two were not especially intelligent people, as they executed their mystic techniques in a very standard fas.h.i.+on.

One trained his hand martial arts, while the other probably cultivated a technique that trained his head, so whenever the first person clawed over, that person always liked to use his big head to fend off the attack. The scene caused our dear Qiao Mu to laugh on the inside, and even the corner of her mouth couldn’t resist curling upwards.

“Number 2! Holy Water Sect’s Chen Hanzi versus Ghost Faction’s Peng Zhang.” The valley master picked up the number list by his side and announced.

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