The disciples of Wushuang Sect had also begun to gather in twos and threes. Because the battlefield was vast, they were still scattered in small groups, not yet forming even a ten-man squad.
The water screen suddenly stirred up a spectacle.
It played two scenes side by side.
Put together, the situation became clear:
On one side was the hundred-man regiment formed specifically to hunt down Wushuang Sect disciples.
On the other side were three Wushuang Sect disciples who had just gathered together.
Judging from their routes, they were about to meet!
Liu Hua immediately sat up straighter. The leader of this hundred-man regiment was none other than his prized disciple, Mo Fan!
The team also included elites from various sects. Forced by Wushuang Sect's overwhelming rise, they would rather give up opportunities to gain points themselves than let Wushuang Sect continue unchallenged.
Liu Hua stared intently, unblinking.
Mo Fan truly lived up to being his disciple. This decision was impeccable. If Wushuang Sect continued at this pace, their disciples would soon monopolize the top one hundred.
If they were not cleared out soon, once Wushuang Sect's people regrouped, the entire Points Battle would turn into nothing but Wushuang Sect's stage! All this time, Xinghe Sect had been the foremost super-sect under Qingxiao Pavilion. How could they endure being suppressed again and again by Wushuang Sect?
This time, even if Mo Fan had to sacrifice his personal record, it was worth it so long as Wushuang Sect disciples were eliminated.
The water screen split, showing both sides at once.
Finally, the distance between the three Wushuang Sect disciples and the hundred-man regiment grew smaller and smaller.
Very soon, they entered each other's detection range!
The Wushuang Sect side reacted first.
A frail-looking man spoke softly: "I sense someone approaching."
In Sky City, perception was greatly weakened, and most cultivators could only sense movements in a very limited range.
But this Wushuang Sect disciple's range was clearly larger than usual.
Liu Hua frowned slightly.
They had been discovered in advance! What if the Wushuang Sect disciples decided to detour and avoid them? So Wushuang Sect even had someone specialized in scouting? Wouldn't this make hunting them down even harder?
"Can you sense how many?" asked a gentle-featured woman. She was none other than Fang Mingyue, former Peak Master of Mingyue Peak and an old acquaintance of Yun Jin.
The frail man replied in a low voice: "Not less than one hundred."
Liu Hua felt a pang of disappointment. Since they knew there were over a hundred, while they only had three, surely they would choose to avoid. So much time and effort would have been wasted.
"Not less than one hundred?" another woman suddenly grew excited. "That means… a massive amount of points!"
If an opponent was eliminated, half of their accumulated points would be transferred to the victor's token. Defeating other cultivators was the fastest way to amass points!
"Today is only the first day of the Points Battle. Most haven't accumulated much yet, but with a hundred people, it's still substantial." Fang Mingyue nodded in agreement.
"Ouyang, lead the way quickly!" the other woman urged.
The man named Ouyang gave no objection and immediately pointed the direction.
Originally, both groups had been cautiously closing in. Now, with the Wushuang Sect trio rushing headlong toward the hundred-man regiment, the meeting time shortened dramatically.
The spectators around the water screen were stunned. Were the three from Wushuang Sect insane?
There were only three of them. They had already sensed their opponents numbered at least one hundred, yet instead of avoiding, they were charging straight at them?!
Were they courting death?
They had completely lost their minds!
Di Xiao narrowed his eyes, his gaze complex. A thousand years ago, Wushuang Sect was a force so fearsome even the Four Holy Lands had to dread them. He had thought that after that calamity, this colossus would fade into history.
Yet now—
First appeared Yun Jin, whose talent rivaled Wan Dao Saint.
And now, Wushuang Sect disciples themselves were proving terrifying beyond reason.
Could Wushuang Sect truly be on the path of revival?
Di Xiao found himself faintly looking forward to it.
Three against one hundred.
Who would win, who would lose?
Perhaps the outcome of this battle would be the sign of things to come.
Under the furious charge of the three Wushuang Sect disciples—
Finally—
Both sides met upon a wide plain!
In the square, everyone fixed their gaze upon the water screen, unwilling even to blink.
"Senior Brother Mo Fan! It's Wushuang Sect disciples!" someone in the hundred-man regiment shouted in alarm.
They could already see the three from Wushuang Sect.
Mo Fan's expression shifted sharply, and he barked an order: "Block them! Do not let the three escape!"
His spirit surged with excitement.
This team had been formed specifically to deal with Wushuang Sect. Now they had finally caught three! And this was only the beginning. Their goal was to purge every Wushuang Sect disciple. One-on-one they could not win. But one hundred against three? How could they lose?!
"Yes!" the hundred voices responded as one, surging toward the trio.
Yet after a while, someone sensed something wrong.
"Senior Brother Mo Fan… these three don't seem like they're trying to run. Their speed is even faster than ours!"
Mo Fan sneered coldly. "They probably think we won't dare attack! Remember, once they enter our attack range, strike immediately. Do not let a single one escape!"
"With so many of us, how could three escape?"
"Wushuang Sect has been arrogant for too long. Time to let them taste bitterness!"
Watching the scene, Yun Jin sighed lightly: "Now this is truly a mutual charge."
Her own disciples were about to be surrounded, yet she sat calm as ever.
Di Xiao cast a glance at Yun Jin.
Did she truly have such confidence?
Three against one hundred?
Even in the peak of Wushuang Sect's glory, their disciples would not easily manage such a feat.
"Get ready. They're almost within range. Listen for my command!" Mo Fan said tensely, counting down: "Three…"
The hundred gathered their spiritual power, preparing to unleash their assault.
But before Mo Fan could finish—
Suddenly!
The frail man of Wushuang Sect cast a spell upon his two companions! At once, a white glow enveloped Fang Mingyue and the other woman.
Lin Xiao narrowed his eyes.
That man was a support-type cultivator!
The spell just now… it expanded their attack range!
In the instant the white light flared, Fang Mingyue's sword was already drawn.
The other woman hefted a long spear.
The two charged straight at the hundred-man regiment without the slightest fear!
Behind them, the man continued weaving spell after spell, boosting their strength. A sword that split the sky, a spear that swept all before it. As the two plunged into the hundred, they were like wolves among sheep. In a single exchange, more than ten disciples had already fallen!
Mo Fan froze for a moment, then roared: "Ten of you deal with that man! The rest, surround the two women!"
In Liu Hua's eyes flashed a gleam of satisfaction.
Excellent.
His disciple was truly extraordinary. That man specialized in support, so his attack must be lacking. Striking him first was undoubtedly the best choice!