Legend of the Monster
Chapters 187. Commencement of the Competition
The Poison Mist Sect held a martial competition event in the central area of Luan City. This competition was also only reserved for young genius cultivators who were under 30 years old. Since the morning, the venue has been filled with various members from every clan who come to watch and who want to participate in the competition.
Ling Tian was also among the group of people. He was wearing a sky-blue outfit and looked ordinary like his trademark that always looked very simple.
"I will use all my abilities to compete with everyone who wants to enter this competition. Because, this is my last chance to be able to enter the Poison Mist Sect. Because next year I'm past the limit set by them." A tall young man who was beside Ling Tian muttered very softly to himself as he clenched his fists tightly.
"Acity ... Calm down, Brother Luo Shang! I'm sure with your current cultivation level, you will definitely qualify and succeed in this competition. I will also try my hardest to fight for the top ten positions in order to be accepted as a disciple in the Poison Mist Sect."
"But I still feel a little nervous about facing this competition, Brother Liang Han. Because, our opponents are genius cultivators from some big clans. The martial technique they use must also be above our martial technique."
"Yes ... I know this is really hard. But either way we both have to expend all the ability to compete with them. Don't give up before a fight, Brother Luo Shang!"
Ling Tian slightly bent the corners of his lips revealing a faint smile when he heard the conversation of the two youths who were next to him. Then he refocused his eyes forward and ignored them again.
A short while later, three black-clothed middle-aged men suddenly appeared in the air about five hundred meters right above the stage of the competition arena. They stood proudly in the air while gazing down at everyone who was in the place.
"This year's martial arts competition will be slightly different from previous years' martial arts competition!" One of the three middle-aged men began to speak in a slightly haughty tone, then he continued, "To shorten the time, to shorten the pitch, all of the young cultivators who were under 30 years old and were going to participate in this year's competition, immediately rose to the top of the fighting arena!"
"For the ten people who are able to survive to the end, then they are the ones who will be chosen to enter our Poison Mist Sect. However, the rules remain the same. Those who are thrown out of the arena or who give up are declared defeated. As for those who were accidentally killed, it was already at their own risk and not the responsibility of the Poison Mist Sect. So, for anyone who feels he can not afford to enter this competition, you should just give up. Because, our sect will not accept the weak."
Once the middle-aged man had finished conveying everything he wanted to say, instantly the atmosphere around the competition arena became boisterous. No one had ever thought that the change in the way of fighting within the arena would be like that.
The genius cultivators of each great clan started looking for some people who had high cultivation levels to form a team of up to ten people. While for cultivators who had low cultivation levels, no one dared to choose them.
Just like Ling Tian had experienced. The people who are forming a group just pass through it and no one chooses him. It was because Ling Tian had lowered his cultivation level to the first stage of the Diamond Star. Thus, even though they saw him as a genius cultivator, it would not be enough to compete above the competition arena given that only ten people would be chosen to become disciples of the Poison Mist Sect.
However, it was different from the tall young man named Luo Shang who was standing next to Ling Tian. With his cultivation level being at the fourth stage of the Diamond Star, many people wanted to form a team with him even though they knew that Luo Shang was already 30 years old.
So did the young man standing nearby, Liang Han. His cultivation and age were also slightly inferior to Luo Shang. He was 29 years old and his cultivation level was at the third stage of the Diamond Star. Nevertheless, he still remained chosen in the same group as Luo Shang.
A few minutes later, the cultivators who had a cultivation level at the first and second stages of Diamond Stars were like being ignored just like that and none of them had a team, including Ling Tian.
"Gmph ... What else are you waiting for? Hurry up to the arena!" The middle-aged man again spoke and ordered all the competition participants to immediately enter the arena, after he saw that there were already many teams formed from various strong cultivators.
"Yeah ... That is true! Let the people in the team fight each other. We'll attack when they're off guard" replied the young man standing next to him.
The cultivators who had had their respective teams immediately jumped up onto the competition arena and were then followed by Ling Tian as well as the others. Not wanting to look flashy, Ling Tian remained together with the cultivators who did not form such a team.
Upon seeing that no one else had entered the competition arena, the middle-aged man very quickly moved his hands several times to set up a Protective Formation.
A transparent and extremely strong barrier wall immediately formed around the battle arena. The people who were inside were able to break out of that Protective Formation. However, they would not be able to enter the Protective Formation again, just like the people who had been outside the arena from the start.
The middle-aged man also glanced down at the participants of the competition. Then he shouted in a heavy tone using his Qi energy, "Get up!"
HUUSSH ... WUUSSH
The gusts of wind roared loudly as several competition participants shot towards the team that had been their target. Each of these participants attacked the team that was considered the weakest. As for people who looked to have low cultivation like Ling Tian, they were all ignored as if they had never been inside that arena.
TRANG ... TRANGS
The fight finally began. The sound of clashing weapons could be heard echoing within the Protective Formation. Shouts and growls accompanied the increasingly fierce battle.
Ling Tian stood quietly in his place as if unperturbed by the ongoing fight. He placed both hands behind his back while curling the corners of his lips displaying a small smile.
"Come, it's time to attack! Make the most of the opportunity" one young man whispered to his friend who was standing not too far away from Ling Tian. "Consider carefully the participants who look careless."
"Don't! We better wait a little longer. Let them fight to the fullest until they are completely exhausted until their strength is drained completely," the other youth replied in a half-sniffed tone.
"Mmc ... All right then!"
The two refocused their gaze towards the ongoing battle, while paying attention to every move made by the participants who were busy fighting. Some of the participants were injured. Their bodies were completely colored by the blood that kept flowing.
"Lhhhhh!"
A loud shout sounded when one of the participants bounced out from within the Protective Formation. His body seemed to shake violently before finally falling sprawled on the ground and unconscious.