Chapter 20 (1/2)
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
The announcement had been made.
This marked the official commencing of the Outer Residence Competition!
Lin Han followed the crowd into a line to collect their respective competition numbers.
However, Lin Han noticed the top five figures of Outer Residence were all standing on the combat arena with solemn expressions on their faces.
Ranking from the first to the fifth was Lin Tian, Lin Xue, Lin Ruyan, Lin Juedao, and Lin Ran respectively.
Since they were the seeded disciples, it was a given that they would not be assigned a competition number by natural selection but intentionally allocated into different pairs.
Otherwise, it would be such a shame to eliminate a powerful candidate at the beginning of the competition if any two of them fought against each other in the first round.
One hour later, every disciple received a white sandalwood sign that was inscribed with their respective competition numbers.
Lin Han was allocated the number thirty-three.
Then, the actual competition was about to begin.
Both parties on each side of the arena were allowed to fight with extreme violent because this was the Inner Residence survival arena.
This rule astonished Lin Han.
However, he was reminded of the high standard in the Lin Clan Sect Residence that placed quality over quantity. Losing the lives of several Outer Residence disciples was not important if that meant one or a few naturally bright talents could break through the tight encirclement.
After all, the Lin Clan Sect Residence was able to stand erect for all these years in the Broken Sky City not because of the number of clansman it held in its ranks but because of the few martial arts Grandmasters who possessed great cultivation bases.
Therefore, the rules to Lin Clan Sect Residence’s trials differed from that of any other clans. Organizing the competition in the Inner Residence survival arena had clearly said it all.
This was doomed to be a bloody competition.
“Number ninety-four to fight against number two hundred and sixty!”
The competition was moderated by an Inner Residence elder and right now he had started to announce the candidates for the first elimination round.
Soon after, two young figures, fearful of each other hopped on to the survival combat arena.
The crowd started to cheer from under the arena.
Everyone regarded this event with great importance. After all, this Outer Residence Competition could decide one’s future and destiny.
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“Number sixty-seven to fight against number ninety-eight!”
“Number seventy-three to fight against number eighty-five!”
“Number one hundred and three to fight against number two hundred and sixty-one!”
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Young and eager disciples one after another went up to the arena as the Inner Residence elder called out for their turns.
The winners appeared daring and energetic, while the losers hung their heads down in dismay. Many of them almost perished in the combat.
The Lin Clan Sect Residence Competition was indeed cruel and merciless.
That was to ensure that only the strongest were allowed into the Inner Residence.
As time passed, Lin Han noticed several familiar faces. For instance, Lin Lang, who had his arm amputated by him, looked glum and his once childhood playmate, Lin Meier.
Right this moment, his number was being called out.
“Number thirty-three to fight against number one hundred and nine!”
“It’s my turn,” he mumbled as he looked down at the sign in his hand.
Before he could approach the survival arena, a ferocious-looking young disciple jumped high into the air from the crowd and landed on the arena.
“He’s brilliant!”
The crowd cried out in astonishment.
This young disciple was indeed the person holding number one hundred and nine.
“This is Lin Yan – the powerful man ranked fifteenth in the Outer Residence!”
“He’s up early? Candidate number thirty-three is definitely down on luck to be assigned to fight Lin Yan on the first elimination round.”
Numerous people in the crowd were feeling sorry for candidate number thirty-three.
On the other hand on the survival arena, Lin Yan was yelling out loud confidently, “Where’s candidate number thirty-three? Hurry up and accept your fate, I have another match to fight!”
“Oh? Are you sure that you’re the one fate favors?” a calm voice said suddenly.
Without anyone’s notice, a green silhouette that resembled a ghost had already appeared in the arena.
The corners of people’s lips twitched involuntarily when they identified this green silhouette.
What?
This malefic man was candidate number thirty-three!
“Lin… Lin Han… Is that you?” The ferocious features of the man standing in the opposition twisted because of utter shock.
‘Lin Han?’
‘I’m fighting against Lin Han, the established malefic man of the Outer Residence, in my first round?’
The expression on Lin Yan’s face grew ugly; he looked like he was crying without tears.