19 Start of the Martial Contes (2/2)
“Yes, father! I am seventy percent sure that I can make the top ten,” Zhao Yijian said confidently.
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_In another building in the Zhao sect..._
“Yufei, the preliminaries are starting tomorrow. How confident are you?” a one-armed old man asked as he smiled.
“Do not worry grandfather, I have complete confidence that no one amongst the outer disciples is my match.” Zhao Yufei face glowed warmly as she smiled.
“You need only worry about Zhao Yijian. As for Zhao Yue, his forte is defense so he should not be able to threaten you,” the one-armed old man analysed.
“Zhao Yijian? Maybe.” Zhao Yufei was incredulous. Being one of the sect’s geniuses, there was no one who could enter her eyes. However, she did not know why that youth kept appearing in her mind. That person was not even ranked in the top ten amongst the outer disciples…
“Also, if you enter the finals and meet Zhao Linlong, who is ranked first, do not be stubborn. After all, he is the most powerful one amongst the Zhao sect’s youths,” the old man warned.
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_At the same time, in a magnificent structure..._
“Gan’er, Kun’er, both of you have to perform well in this year’s contest. Especially you, Gan’er. Your strength has reached that of a quasi Martial Artist. With that, you should aim for the top ten,” an arrogant voice sounded.
“Yes father! With my strength, even Zhao Yue, who is ranked first amongst the outer disciples, is not my match,” Zhao Gan said casually.
Zhao Kun, who was standing next to him, said, “Zhao Feng! I have reached the third rank now and have trained the Thirteen Changes of the Poisonous Snake to the first six changes. I will beat you at this contest!”
Even some of the elders were anticipating the coming event. Countless of Zhao sect disciples were rubbing their palms together for tomorrow’s fight. Everyone were waiting for the chance to change their destiny…
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_The morning of the next day..._
Just as the sky turned bright, a lot of people came into view as they gathered at the Sky Martial Field, an important area of the sect. Many of those who arrived were Zhao sect disciples, and a few of them had middle or high positions in the sect.
The top three outer disciples, Zhao Yijian, Zhao Yue, and Zhao Yufei, had also arrived.
Even Zhao Feng was here. This was his first time entering the Sky Martial Field. As time passed the disciples that arrived increased. However, most of them were outer disciples. There were not many inner disciples that showed up.
The Sky Martial Field had ten stages, all over them with a surface area of one hundred meters.
Zhao Feng did not find it weird as there would first be preliminaries. The preliminaries started with the outer disciples. Fifty outer disciples would then face off against the other fifty inner disciples. The point of this was to eliminate the weak outer disciples, leaving just the elites behind.
This meant that the inner disciples did not need to enter the preliminaries. They only had to wait for the final tournament that was half a month later.
Finally, around twenty inner disciples came by. These inner disciples had interested expressions as they looked towards the outer disciples.
_“_ Hehehe! There are a few strong outer disciples. I wonder how many inner disciples will be eliminated.”
“I think only the top three have a chance at becoming inner disciples,” the inner disciples discussed.
“Look! Zhao Qin, who is ranked fourth amongst the inner disciples, is here!”
The crowd went dead silent.
She was one of the main focuses of the inner disciples. She had a clear face and a quiet attitude. As Zhao Feng inspected the girl with his left eye, he found out that she had inner strength that was weaker his own!
“Martial Artist…this Zhao Qin has reached the fourth rank of the Martial Path!” Zhao Feng sucked in a cold breath. Although he knew that the inner disciples had incredible talent, it was higher than he expected.
If Zhao Qin, who was ranked fourth, already had a cultivation of the fourth rank, then how strong would Zhao Linlong, who was ranked first, be?
“I heard that Zhao Qin’s strength is only weaker than the strength of Zhao Linlong, Zhao Han, and Zhao Chi, and that it is one step below the four great geniuses of Sun Feather City.”
“First place Zhao Linlong, second place Zhao Chi, third place Zhao Han…none of them are here!”
Zhao Yue, who was first in the outer disciples, felt his expression turn ugly. It was obvious that none of them felt that it was worth watching the matches of the outer disciples. Their strength and rank had reached an unwavering point. Perhaps they would only be seen at the final tournament.
Half an hour later, a voice sounded throughout the field, “The family sparring contest starts now! Today is the preliminaries and only the outer disciples will participate. Only fifty of the five hundred and twenty two people will proceed to the final tournament!”