Although Abel was surprised to hear about the final encounter in the arena, he did not find it far-fetched, as far as he had noticed, it seemed that this competition had been developed in part to make Drake stand out as a great genius in the village.
"Since he showed himself in the first test, and from what I heard from the crowd, there were too many rumors about him, and even though he didn't win the 2nd test, he still did a great performance, although hey, he may be overthinking the things. things."
As Abel shook his head at this thought, not far from him, Drake and Lyan had exchanged glances, before nodding to each other, apparently having reached an unspoken agreement.
Meanwhile, the rest of the combats were carried out to decide the first 7, who would be able to be selected and led by the sects.
These fights were exciting in their own way, as there was not that much difference in power, so each child gave everything they had, even some making advances in both their understanding of techniques and their cultivation, astonishing the crowd.
Abel also watched these matches with interest, after all, it was exciting for him to see the use of all those martial techniques and the use that the different children of the village gave them.
It was only in the afternoon that the rest of the games ended, thus deciding the positions of the children, so they should already get an idea of the treatment that the sect they joined would give them.
This generated 2 groups of children, the ones who got the 4th, 5th and 6th places looked calm apparently, but a deep look would reveal the inner happiness they were experiencing, it is most likely that, if there was no one, they would be rolling and jumping for joy.
On the other hand, the last few places weren't very happy, even somewhat sad, but they cheered up after seeing the group of children who didn't even make it into the sect.
Abel observed this discrepancy and secretly sighed, he could understand the sadness and despair of the other 16 children who had been rejected, after all, if not for their luck and fortune, he would not even have the right to cultivate in the first place.
As Abel recalled those moments, the servant announced the match that all the villagers were looking forward to, causing the crowd again to burst into cheers and cheers, each defending whoever they considered was going to take first place.
"You don't even have to doubt it, I'm sure Drake will rise as champion, don't forget, he has such a rare affinity for fire, so only Lyan is an opponent for him."
"Hmph, he may have some great talent, but as far as I know, Drake is 7, while Lyan is already 10, even if Drake's talent is high, Lyan is not far behind, so there must be some disparity between them. as for its cultivation."
"Well well, let's calm down a bit, so far neither of us have seen both of their abilities so we don't know how strong they actually are, besides, isn't Abel being too underestimated by you as well?"
"Hmph, what do you know brat? Didn't you hear that this child is only 5 years old? His strength is limited by his age, rather, it seems surprising to me that he was placed among the first 3, but this far it goes too."
Hearing this, many people in the crowd nodded, they seemed to agree with the statement that had just been mentioned.
On the other hand, among the envoys, they also debated who would take first place.
"Hey Clark, who do you think will take first place?"
At Fred's question, Clark thought for just a moment before confidently saying:
"I think it will be Lyan, although Drake is quite promising, he is still young and must lack cultivation of him."
Hearing this, Fred shook his head, obviously rejecting the thought of his old rival, as he thought:
"I'm sorry but this time it's your loss old friend, Drake has already practically joined our sect, so the sect has secretly nurtured him, actually, nor should he be participating in this event, but Drake wanted it that way, so his decision was respected, so in terms of strength, he won't lose to anyone."
Fred thought about this as a meaningful smile appeared on his face, which Clark did not notice, since he had directed his gaze towards the lady of the Burning Blood sect, and asked:
"And you, fellow cultivator, who do you think will get first place?"
Clark asked casually, for him, the winner was already clear, but he did not wait for her immediate response, who answered with absolute confidence:
"It will be Abel."
This answer stunned them, they never expected her to answer with such confidence, leaving them speechless for a moment.
Soon after, Clark coughed a little to lighten the mood.
"Cof cough, it seems like the fellow cultivator has taken an interest in that 5-year-old boy, but I hope she doesn't forget what she told us before arriving."
Hearing this, the lady frowned in annoyance, looked coldly towards Clark, leaking some of her aura onto him and said:
"Naturally I will keep my promise, as I said that I will not actively recruit anyone, I will, but, fellow cultivator, I will take the words you mentioned earlier as a little reminder and not as a warning."
At the pressure of the lady, Clark broke out in a cold sweat, and responded quickly:
"But of course, I only mentioned it as a little reminder, don't give it more importance."
Hearing this, the lady stopped filtering her aura and ignored it, directing her gaze towards the arena, where the 3 children who would compete for the 1st place of this selection were already located.
When he stopped feeling that pressure that overwhelmed him, Clark breathed a sigh of relief, and took a few steps away from the lady, not wanting to disturb her anymore.
Fred, on the other hand, found Clark's reaction strange, for him, it was just a simple exchange of words, but she soon forgot about this and also directed her gaze towards the sand.
Soon, the servant announced the start of the fight, and immediately, both Drake and Lyan exchanged glances, and with a mutual nod, both of them lunged towards Abel unleashing their techniques in the process, obviously they both intended to eliminate him before fighting. among them for the first place.
Seeing this, Abel cursed inside, although he had thought that something like this could happen, he still could not help but curse when really what he least expected happened.
"Hell, these two even unleashed martial techniques, it seems like they want me out as soon as possible huh."
In addition, Abel noticed that they were much faster than the 2 children he had faced, obviously, they both had their own movement techniques, so although Abel could still perceive their movements, it was not as easy as before.
"I just noticed, but Drake has the fire attribute, while Lyan has the thunder attribute, isn't he like the damn Purple Fire and Thunder Lion?"
Realizing this, Abel was speechless, but he quickly began to circulate his heavenly qi and used the movement technique he had just learned and dodged both attacks, quickly moving away from them.
Unlike the other children, both Drake and Lyan had noticed that Abel had dodged his attacks, so they quickly shifted position, turning towards the direction Abel was facing, not looking too surprised by this result.
Both of them stopped at some distance from Abel, with no intention of attacking again, it seemed that they were only testing Abel's strength.
Suddenly, before everyone's attentive gaze, both Drake and Lyan walked towards the edge of the arena, where they both took a pair of gloves and a sword respectively, before returning to their positions, shortly after, Drake looked towards Abel and said:
"As I expected, it wouldn't be that easy huh, but it doesn't matter, that makes it more fun, right Abel? Although it is surprising that at your age you have such power, you must have waited patiently for your opportunity, now I will show you why ages Recommended to enter the national teams are 7 years and older."
Just as he finished his words, Drake placed the gloves on both hands, they looked amazing, they were bright red with the symbol of a fire bird on the back.
By putting them on, Drake unleashed his entire aura, leaving everyone present dumbfounded, at that moment, everyone could sense Drake's cultivation level.
"Oh my god, am I not seeing wrong? Drake is at the 3rd level of the martial disciple stage!"
"That's a genius for you, he's only 7 years old, but he's already at the 3rd level of martial disciple."
Amid the bustle of the crowd, Lyan just snorted in annoyance, as he held his sword, it was a purplish color, but unlike Drake's gloves that looked amazing, the sword exuded an older and more dignified feeling.
"It's quite annoying that they leave me aside, but hey brat, I have nothing against you, if you have to blame someone, just blame yourself for not knowing your place and overestimating your strength."
As he finished saying this, Lyan's aura also exploded, allowing everyone to visualize Lyan's level of cultivation.
"My God, they come one after the other, Lyan's cultivation is actually the 4th level of martial disciple!"
"By God, never before has the village had such geniuses! Even in their respective sects, they would still stand out and make their own names."
Seeing the reaction of the crowd, the village chief smirked, he had expected this result, at first, he hoped this would occur in Drake's combat with Lyan, but due to the intervention of Abel, the chief of the village changed things a bit.
"Hahaha, have it deserved brat, it could have been you like Drake or Lyan in a few years, but you decided to be arrogant and participate with only five, you dug your own misfortune."
Thus, from one moment to the next, Abel had fallen into a rather precarious situation.