"This competition will be a ring battle. Each level has ten rings. The one who holds on to the end will enter a one-on-one duel.
After that, a points system was adopted, with three points for a win, two points for a draw, and no points for a loss.
The top four teams in the final points will compete to win the championship, second and third place respectively. "
The rules are simple and clear. Zhao Lei looked at the huge platform in the sky, which was divided into thirty small platforms.
This is the arena Feng Qian was talking about. This kind of competition not only relies on strength, but also tests timing and decision-making.
Because he was the first to take the stage, although he could steal the limelight, he also concentrated all the firepower.
It also means that if he wants to finally stand in the ring, he must accept other people's challenges and other people's wheel battles from beginning to end.
Unless you have absolute confidence in your own strength, you can only use it as a stepping stone for others.
There are always some arrogant people in this world who don't have a clear understanding of their own strength, or ignorant people who have lost their minds.
Zhao Lei didn't really want to be in the limelight. He wanted to first see how strong the other people in the ring were and what their fighting skills were like.
This kind of opportunity is rare but hard to come by. With so many people fighting in front of you, you can learn from other people's fighting skills and improve yourself.
"Okay, no more words, now the arena is handed over to you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the platform floated from a distance to the sky above the main peak.
In full view of everyone, there was silence all around, and the disciples stopped talking and stared directly at the ring above.
Whoops! I saw more than a dozen lights and shadows rushing directly to the arenas. Many of these people were powerful, but most of them were just blindly confident in their own strength. After they stood on these arenas, there were still many empty ones.
Then there was a lot of discussion below. They were all discussing the people on the stage. Some of them were very famous and famous. Of course they were the hot topics of discussion.
For example, Wen Chen, the core disciple at the eighth level of Qi training and the leader in the entire Lingyu Sect, just stood on the stage, waiting for other disciples to come and fight.
Wen Chen was very confident and was not afraid of other people's battles with him. He was confident that he could persevere until the end. However, when other disciples saw him, they all looked away.
Let alone fighting skills, no one else dared to compete with him, and the area around the ring was completely empty.
Then some disciples, looking at the weaker ones or those with less prominent names, were a little eager to try. They didn't expect to be able to stand at the end, but being in the limelight was their goal.
Many disciples have been in Lingyu Sect for many years and are very aware of their own strength level. They just want to perform better.
The better you perform, the elders will see it, your status will naturally be improved, and your resources will naturally be tilted.
The fighting suddenly started.
boom! Clang! bass!
Various sounds rose from the ground and echoed in the air.
The scene was extremely intense, and Zhao Lei's eyes kept wandering in these arenas. He found that although their fights, in his opinion, were not as good as his previous fights, there were still some merits.
What's served now are just side dishes, and the main point hasn't come up yet. There are no disciples from the outer sect, they just hold their hands and watch with interest. They haven't finished yet, so naturally the most intense moment has not yet come.
There are thirty arenas with disciples numbering six to seven hundred. This fight will last for a long time, but the main intense ones are the twenty arenas in the early and middle stages.
In the late stage of Qi training, except for Wen Chen, the other nine were completely deserted. After all, there were not many people in the late stage of Qi training, and they were not in a hurry to leave, let alone the core disciples.
Although it is said that if one reaches the sixth level of Qi training before the age of thirty-six, it is possible to become a core disciple, but this all requires competition. If one does not truly reach the later stage of Qi training, the chance of becoming a core disciple is very slim.
They don't even bother to leave the field now, they are eager to prove themselves, and as far as they are concerned, the competition arena is the most leisurely.
Because the Lingyu Sect only has five cores in total, and Zhao Lei only has six, if there are no outside disciples to intervene, they can easily enter the finals, just to win the only championship.
Although it is divided into three levels, the first place in the later stage of Qi training is naturally regarded as the first place among all disciples, and is the leader among all disciples.
In addition, there are disciples from other sects competing, and he can even be said to be the leader among the disciples of the entire Wanning Mansion.
"Junior Brother Mu Xin, why don't you go up and try?"
"Senior Brother Huangfu, let me take another look. I have only been cultivating for a short time, so it should be time to learn from all the senior brothers."
Seeming speechless, Huangfu Yi didn't say anything more, but kept staring at the other person, Wen Chen, who was standing steadily on the ring.
As if there was some story between them, Zhao Lei naturally noticed it with his eyes. He also thought that Huangfu Yi's failure to become a core disciple probably had a lot to do with him, Wen Chen.
Time passed by one morning, and more than two hundred disciples were eliminated one after another, with less than two-thirds of the disciples remaining.
Fortunately, this is a battle between immortal cultivators, not a competition between mortals, so there is no need to eat.
After they finished their martial arts competition, they only needed to sit cross-legged to do their exercises and swallow pills to recover.
Moreover, most of the disciples who challenged him failed. Those who were able to step up to the stage and become the champion naturally had some confidence, so most of the disciples who challenged him failed.
Failure is failure, and he has no reason. Even if his vision is not good and he challenges the wrong opponent, it is still a failure.
If they fail, they will naturally be eliminated. They did not choose their opponents well. This is their own fault.
After the defeated opponent came off the stage to recover, he continued to set his sights on the ring.
The disciples on the stage did not have such good luck. After defeating an opponent, they only had a quarter of an hour to rest before accepting the challenge of the next disciple.
Under such a round of battle, only three disciples were able to persist from beginning to end, and the performance of these three disciples also made other elders see it, and they couldn't help but nod secretly.
When Zhao Lei saw this, he wanted to go on stage to challenge. He looked at a third of the disciples and had a rough idea of their strength.
They are all people who practice step by step. Except for a few who have some outstanding performances, most of their fighting methods are rigid.
Most of them are ignored by Zhao Lei. Even if he were to challenge those in the middle stage with his third level of Qi training, judging from the current situation, he could sweep most of them.
