Chapter 262: The Streets Are Empty

"Purple Lightning and Azure Frost!"

On the first arena, Tianyu gave a soft shout, and his opponent was defeated.

In the third round, the cry of victory from Arena One finally rang out first, but no one cared about such things anymore.

Even Tianyu himself had no mind to listen to this sound; he directly stepped down from the arena and walked toward the arena where Ye Yuan and Zhang Jing were fighting.

"Phoenix Dance of the Nine Heavens!"

On the second arena, Tang Yuer also gave a delicate shout, and the red silk in her hand eerily coiled toward her opponent, who was defeated in moments.

Tang Yuer withdrew her red silk, didn't even greet her opponent, and directly walked toward Ye Yuan's arena.

The same thing happened with several other top-ten disciples; they all wanted to hurry to the arena of Number 52 to see what kind of mysterious figure this Number 52 was!

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At this moment, the competition among elite disciples had also reached a white-hot stage!

The number of elite disciples, like core disciples, was always fixed. But elite disciples were always only twenty!

These twenty could be said to be the future hope of the sect!

The competition method for elite disciples was different from that of core disciples; every sect competition, they engaged in a round-robin battle!

With twenty people, that meant each person had to go through nineteen rounds of combat!

Whoever had the most victories in the end would be first. The bottom three would then have a final contest with the top three core disciples to determine their fate.

On the third arena, a young man in form-fitting attire had his fists shrouded in shadows, beating his opponent until he could only defend and had no strength to counterattack!

He withdrew his fist momentum and gave a low shout: "Unrivaled Overlord Fist!"

With a "boom," his opponent was blasted off the arena.

"Senior Brother Wu Jiu, your fist technique is truly becoming more and more formidable, with absolutely no flaws!" the defeated young man complained.

Just now on the arena, that Senior Brother Wu Jiu had been overwhelmingly domineering, with an aura that looked down on the world.

But at this moment, Senior Brother Wu Jiu was as gentle as the boy next door.

The contrast between before and after was so great that it was hard to believe he was the same person.

This Senior Brother Wu Jiu, named Ti Wujiu, was the undisputed senior brother among the elite disciples!

This person was usually the easiest to get along with, without any trace of seniority airs. Disciples who didn't know him would never imagine he was the senior brother among elite disciples.

But once the fight started, Ti Wujiu was like a war god possessed, so狂暴 that his opponents couldn't catch their breath.

Up to now in the competition, the elite disciples were halfway through the matches, and Ti Wujiu was ranked first with a perfect record.

In fact, this was as routine as could be for him.

The one he had just fought was named Cheng Wu, whose strength was somewhat lacking among the elite disciples. Now, with consecutive losses, barring surprises, he was likely to be among the bottom three.

Seeing Cheng Wu's complaint, Ti Wujiu smiled gently and said, "Which fist technique has no flaws? It's just that you haven't found them. If it were Senior Brother Mo or Senior Brother Xin, my fist technique would be full of flaws."

Cheng Wu's mouth twitched slightly and said, "They are direct disciples, who joined the sect much earlier than you, Senior Brother Wu Jiu. Your future achievements will surely be no less than theirs! And you entered the Dao through fist techniques, achieving such accomplishments—truly rare!"

Mo Yuntian, Xin Lie, and others were all taken as direct disciples by the hall masters. Although they were still nominally disciples, they no longer participated in disciple competitions.

Direct disciples had to follow their masters in cultivation and were often sent out to perform tasks.

And their status in the sect was already no less than that of ordinary elders.

Ti Wujiu smiled and didn't continue on this topic, instead saying with a smile, "Xiao Wu, you seem to have been a bit slack lately. You've lost so many matches in this competition."

Hearing this, Cheng Wu grimaced and said, "Alas! Senior Brother Wu Jiu, it's really not that I've been slack, but you guys have been improving too fast. I can't keep up with your pace anymore! Enough said, Senior Brother Wu Jiu, since we still have some time, could you trouble me to go with you to the core disciples' side to scout the enemy? I want to see how far that kid Tianyu has progressed."

Ti Wujiu, being gentle in temperament, didn't refuse. He nodded and went with Cheng Wu to the core disciples' side.

"Huh? What's going on? Is everything over? Why are all the people gathered over there?"

When Cheng Wu came over, all the arenas were empty, except for one arena that was packed with people.

It gave the impression that the streets were empty!

"Hmm? That's strange. Who is fighting on that arena, and why are so many people watching?" Ti Wujiu was also curious.

"Come on, let's go take a look too!" said Cheng Wu.

The two approached, and Ti Wujiu couldn't help but narrow his eyes!

On the arena, sword light radiated in all directions, and sword energy crisscrossed!

A very unfamiliar young man was locked in a fierce battle with Zhang Jing of the Earth Battalion!

The most terrifying thing was that the young man was only at the fourth layer of Liquid Essence, but his swordsmanship was so profound that it was breathtaking!

To be able to fight so fiercely with a peak ninth-layer Liquid Essence cultivator at the fourth layer of Liquid Essence showed the young man's strength!

When did the Youyun Sect gain such a monstrous young man?

"Senior Brother Wu Jiu, look! Tianyu is also there watching! And Tang Yuer, Luo Chengfeng, and the others! They're all watching this young man's match!" Cheng Wu exclaimed as if discovering a new continent.

Ti Wujiu nodded and said, "I wonder who this young man is. To have such combat power at the fourth layer of Liquid Essence!"

The people below the arena had long been watching with rapt attention.

Ye Yuan and Zhang Jing had already fought over a hundred rounds, yet still no winner had emerged!

Ye Yuan's understanding of sword intent made everyone feel ashamed of their own inadequacy.

No matter how unpredictable Zhang Jing's sword moves were, Ye Yuan could easily neutralize them.

However, Zhang Jing's strength was indeed formidable. Ye Yuan once seized an opportunity to execute the Nine Swords Style.

But the timing was too rushed, and the power of the Nine Swords Style didn't reach its ideal effect.

Zhang Jing narrowly dodged the nine sword beams!

After that, Zhang Jing broke out in a cold sweat and became extremely cautious from then on, never giving Ye Yuan any chance to execute the Nine Swords Style.

At this point, Zhang Jing's strength was fully displayed, and Ye Yuan simply couldn't find any opportunity!

Thus, the two fell into a stalemate of back-and-forth. All of Zhang Jing's attacks were completely ineffective, but he also gave Ye Yuan no chance to strike. The two had been fighting like this until now!

All the other matches had ended, leaving only this one!

However, the spectators below the arena showed no signs of impatience. Most of them had practiced the lost "Green Firmament Azure Sun Sword Technique" and were very sensitive to sword intent.

Watching this battle until now, seeing Ye Yuan's sword intent that reached the pinnacle of subtlety, everyone felt they had gained a lot!

Ye Yuan's sword intent inherently contained the Green Firmament Azure Sun Sword intent. Although these disciples found it extremely profound, they could still comprehend something from it.