ONE WEEK LATER.
The rhythmic sound of footsteps fill the area as li hao walked calmly on the stone steps.
His hands clasped behind his back, with his straight posture and calm demeanor, me mode those close feel reverence.
"Brother hao, why can't i join them, i need some practical experience" xian ling questioned through bitter words.
Li Hao remained silent, his thoughts clouded by countless past and present memories.
Xian ling walked beside him, followed behind with a down cast expression. They were going to the martial academy pre test to see who is the strongest of the martial academy's inner and outer disciple.
In the far distance was the great arena, it's colossal size like the griak colosiyam with it taking over 400 meters in diameter.
The sound of chores fill the air as li hao and ling'er beneath the clouds, there were lots of disciples going in and out.
Li hao stare at it as he Observed the crowd. Is the world so big that even the smallest thought can make one re think their thoughts.
The two stepped in to the arena seating area after a short time, inside xian ling found good enough sits for them to seat.
Li hao set observing the arena, with the upcoming battles soon to, many disciples entered the arena.
The arena buzzed with energy as disciples from every rank gathered — outer, inner, and even the elite core disciples. This was only the first day, yet the tension in the air was already electric.
You might not know, but the top condenders were already selected before the fight even started.
The gap between each minor realm is so big that there is not even the slightest thought of consideration.
Li hao of course didn't care, his fist force alone could kill a peak profound expert and injury a perfect profound if bot on geard.
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On the podium, the dean and the elders set gazed below at the arena stage, with their presence the strongest out of all.
Next to them were the core disciples, the top tier strongest fighters of the martial arena.
And behind that were the other disciples.
Just then, li hao felt a different presence, it's aura near close to the elders of the academy.
Tap Tap Tap Tap
Yuan Ye-Jun walked up the stage, he is a core disciple and the one representing the core disciples.
His a unrestrained peak realm a step away from the profound realm, stood on the martial arena as he stared at the crowd.
As you all know me, my name is Yuan Ye-Jun, the first on the martial academy list and the 106th on the strongest martial town list.
Today we are holding a martial competition to see who are those who have the ability to take up arms and fight for the sect.
This is just a test, so we mast not Hart aware fellow disciples, but once the real competition comes, destroy the competitive sect.
"we my begin with the outer disciple competition, the strongest 10 outer disciples will selected from those that reach the end" Yuan Ye-Jun said as he got of the martial arena.
A commentator came on the stage as he said "the first on the stage are mysterious purple fang zhi chen vs mystic white ji zho-chen"
Aaaahhhh
The crowd went wild, mythic white was the second strongest of the outer disciple list, with him being the little brother of mythic white ji yean.
But mysterious purple fang was the fourth on the outer disciple list with him having near mestery of the shadow coiling blade technique.
Both of them being strong contenders, this fight will be one of the best of the outer disciple list.
Mystic white came on to the stage, his blue eyes and Long, loose white hair cascading down the back.
He wore a Long, flowing black and pale gray robe with ethereal elements and Wide sleeves with long trailing hems.
As he held a white straight sword, 93 cm in length and 4 cm wide with a Concave taper, under the white sheath with light blue snow flake patterns.
He stood on the martial stage with confidence, his resolve to win evident in his expression.
Mysterious purple feng came on to the stage, he had purple eyes and Wild, mid-length purple hair intentionally tousled.
He wore a A dark, intricately patterned robe with black and silver detailing, A white under-robe that contrasts sharply with the outer garment.
Had had a long 95 cm length sword and 6 cm wide, made of meteor black iron with Convex taper - The edges bulge outward a bit before narrowing.
As they stood on the stage, the tension rose steady as they stare at each other.
Feng zhi chen grabbed the hilt of his black blade as he released it like a wipe, it's long body sectioned into a wipe sword.
"mystic white, ji zho-chen, it's been a while since we last fought" feng zhi chen said his voice cracked with killing intent "this time, i won't lose like the last time"
Mystic white ji zho-chen stared at him with stoic expression, his calm demeanor as if he had no Amity with mysterious purple feng.
"Fight" the commentator said as he filt the increasing tension.
"Shadow coiling blade, shadow arc slash"
Feng zhi chen pulled the wipe sword over his head as he swung if forward in an arc, the blade slicing through the wind.
Ji zho-chen remained motionless as stare the sword Qi on the blades edge.
His Left hand held the blade by its sheath, with his arms crossed.
With the wipe sword now close, his calm demeanor changed as he loosened his crossed arms.
He took a step in, rooting his foot into the ground as he tilted his body forward, his right hand just about to grab the swords hilt.
He whispers softly "white frost blade art, second form" ji zho-chen exhales a cold frosty breath.
"White bloom slash" A slash executed while drawing the blade from the sheath with ice cold precision.
Ji zho-chen dashed with incredible speed, his form disappeared from sight as he appeared just behind mysterious purple feng, his blade unsheathed as sword Qi linger in the edge.
Shing
The the intrinsic sound of sword Cutting Through fill the air as a wound appeared right on his turso.
Even though it was shallow, it shows just hom much of a skill difference there was between them.
Mystic white sheathed his sword, as feng zhi chen fell down soon after.