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Chapter 42 - EAST CONTINENT SELECTION PART II

In the western part of the arena, a large screen shows the number of participants who will compete.

-Number 3 Vs 36

-Number 10 Vs 56

-Number 4 Vs 64

-Number 8 Vs 24

The man in black mentions 8 different numbers that are listed on the screen to the arena where the battles have been provided. Each referee has a referee in four arenas, and the man in black is in the first arena.

The participants whose numbers have been mentioned also climbed their respective arenas.

"Look! In the fourth arena, it was Chen Fu's cousin Chen Fan from the Sword Sect. It looks like he's going to face Hu Yuan from the Hu Family," someone shouted from the audience.

"Just look at Young Master Wang Zhao's second arena of the Wang Family."

"It seems Young Master Wang's opponent is from the Sword Sect."

"In the Sword Sect, Chen Fan is the only one who can defeat Wang Zhao. It looks like this time Wang Zhao can win easily."

In the Second Arena

Wang Zhao strolled up the stone steps to the arena and looked at his opponent with a mocking smile.

"Just a mere Core Formation! You better give up, or I'll make you suffer a painful defeat!" said Wang Zhao mockingly.

"Even though I'm only at the Core Formation Realm, I won't give up so easily. It's better to lose the fight than to give up like a coward," he replied, pulling out a sword.

Wang Zhao, who heard that chuckled, "Hehe, Alright, if that's what you want, I'll break some of your bones", he said, pulling out his sword as well.

The referee from the second arena approached Wang Zhao and the disciple from the Sword Sect, "Are you two ready?" the referee asked them both.

"Ready", they answered in unison.

The referee took a few steps back and raised his hand, "Alright! The first match of the second arena. Started!"

After the referee lowered his hand on the signal, Wang Zhao quickly ran towards the disciple from the Sword Sect.

"Stab the Sword!"

The pupil Wang Zhao attacked was quickly parried with the sword, but unfortunately, some of Wang Zhao's attacks hit his left shoulder hard.

"Ugh"

The disciple took a few steps back with a pained expression, "Damn it. I Bu Lian will not lose!" said the student, attacking.

"Wind Slash!"

Ring!

Wang Zhao easily dodged the attack and quickly returned to attack Bu Lian.

"Fire Sword!"

Wang Zhao's sword gave off a bright red glow.

Slashes…

A slash was imprinted on Bu Lian's right shoulder with slightly burnt clothes.

"Ugh..." said Bu Lian annoyed.

Not giving his opponent a chance to retreat, Wang Zhao attacked again, "Dance of the Flame Sword!" Wang Zhao's sword lit up again.

Slashes…

Slashes…

Slashes…

Three red lights that gave off a hot crescent-shaped aura again attacked Bu Lian fiercely.

Zraasshhh…

Zraasshhh…

Zraasshhh…

"Aarrgh!"

Bu Lian was thrown and fell with a body full of burns.

Bu Lian tried to get up and raised her hand, "I'm sorry-" she was cut off when Wang Zhao's attack hit her again.

Slashes…

Tuk…

"Aaarrrgh!"

Bu Lian screamed again in pain while holding her left shoulder, which had been cut off neatly.

Wang Zhao, who saw his opponent in pain, approached him with a mocking look, "Trash. I told you to just give up," he said, kicking Bu Lian's stomach so that she was thrown out of the arena.

The referee who saw that announced Wang Zhao's victory.

Wang Zhao descended the stairs while looking at the Sword Sect's seat with a murderous gaze.

Chen Fan, who felt that Wang Zhao was staring at Wang Zhao, turned his head and smiled sarcastically, "You will experience the same defeat as 5 years ago", he muttered quietly.

***

After Wang Zhao's quick victory, the other three arenas had already won.

In the first arena, the Imperial Family came out victorious, the second arena Wang Zhong, the Golden Eagle Sect third arena, and Chen Fu fourth arena.

After the preliminary round of the first stage was over, the man in black again mentioned 8 different numbers that had been randomly assigned to the arena to compete in the second stage.

In the second stage of the preliminaries, Young Master Hu Tian of the Hu Family competed in the third arena with enemies from the Lotus Mountain Sect.

"Regards. My name is Zu Liang, a disciple of the Lotus Mountain Sect," said the disciple of the Lotus Mountain Sect respectfully.

"Hu Tian", he answered.

After some time, Hu Tian won the match with just a few moves.

After the second stage of the preliminary matches was completed, now proceeded to the third stage. The man in black once again called the participants to enter the prepared arena.

In the First Arena

The summoned Chen Fan walked up the stairs slowly. The enemy he was facing was from one of the other major sects.

It didn't take long after the referee gave the signal. Chen Fan immediately attacked with such force that the enemy left the arena without being able to resist in the slightest.

After a long wait, it was finally Lin Chen's turn to compete.

Lin Chen got up from the participant bench and walked up the arena steps. When he was already at the top of the arena, he heard a lot of bad talk about him in the stands.

"Look! Is that the representative of the Medicine Pavilion?"

"Looks like the Medicine Pavilion has no other representatives to send a man who looks like a woman."

"Look! The weapon he carried was a brush. Does he want to paint on the arena"

Instantly all the spectators glanced at the fourth arena where Lin Chen was standing, and when they saw the weapons that Lin Chen was carrying, they burst out laughing.

In the Fourth Arena

Lin Chen, who heard the ugly chatter about him, only smiled slightly and shook his head, feeling sorry for the audience's stupidity.

Lin Chen's enemy from the Sword Sect looked at him with disdain, "Hey! You better go home cleaning the toilet with that brush of yours!" he said, looking down at Lin Chen.

"This brush is used to clean your eyeballs so you can clearly see my attack later. Who knows, suddenly you are thrown out of the arena because you can't see," said Lin Chen casually.

I was hearing that the disciples from the Sword Sect felt irritated.

The referee approached them both, "Are you guys ready?" he asked for sure.

"Ready!" both of them replied.

The referee took a few steps back and signalled the start of the match.

After the signal started, Lin Chen quickly ran his brush through the air.

Suddenly created a strange inscription in the void of air, and it started to glow, forming the silhouette of a Blue Dragon and swiftly charged towards the Sword Sect disciple.

Boom!

Duarr!

The disciple of the Sword Sect was flung out of the arena and hit the wall of the stands, leaving a hole with the disciple of the Sword Sect at the centre.

Everyone who saw it was wide-eyed in disbelief with their mouths wide open.

"Ma-Master… Spell?" they stammered with their mouths wide open.