Chapter 26: Easy Victory
Long Tianyu leaned on Murong Qingyue, the wealthy sister, and rested comfortably for three days, restoring himself to his best state. Of course, their relationship became even closer, just like relatives.
Murong Qingyue and the newly arrived Murong Xueyi got along well, every day Murong Qingyue would run to the Imperial Guest House where Murong Xueyi lived, making it impossible for Long Tianyu to ask any questions.
Whenever Long Tianyu thinks of Murong Xueyi, he feels itchy in his heart. He wants to take away the most important thing from Murong Xueyi, just like she took away his. He hates her so much that he wants to ruin her. After signing a contract, he tortures her every day at home with candles and whips...
The competition will be held as scheduled in three days and will be conducted in a draw mode, dividing more than 5,000 participating young people into ten small groups.
"Wow, nice number! Eight group, eighty-eight number! Looks like I'm going to make a fortune in this competition!"
Long Tianyu still wore the same outfit, with even more holes in it. Murong Qingyue had suggested buying him a new one several times, but Long Tianyu refused every time. He called himself "Xī Lì Gē" (Rhino Brother), and effortlessly became a legend!
The venue was at the North City Stadium, covering an area of over 2,000 acres. When Long Tianyu arrived, it was already packed with people, shoulder to shoulder, and the atmosphere was electric. As he looked around, his eyes widened in amazement - the women on this continent were all incredibly well-developed! Each one had a unique charm, although none of them could compare to Mu Rong Qing Yue or Xue Fei's sister in terms of size, they all had their own scale, and it was truly a feast for the eyes. Long Tianyu was completely absorbed in the scene before him.
Now if this were on Earth, it would be a great opportunity to eat tofu.
But on the Tianyuan continent, don't even think about it, be careful that the beautiful woman's protective aura will shock your hand off.
But if you have super strong power, of course, you can touch whoever you want.
From a distance, the scattered people are basically not even second-rate, of course, except for someone like Long Tianyu. The Empire and some large sects' people, they all come together as a team, with attendants opening the way, and these scattered people don't dare to curry favor either.
Long Tianyu's eyes landed on Murong Xueyi in the Tianlong Empire team, because she was really too dazzling. He had long heard that Murong Xueyi was the number one beauty of the Tianlong Empire, and from a distance, it seemed to be true.
Even if she was only wearing a sky blue magic robe, her absolutely beautiful face made all the men who saw her widen their eyes, unable to blink and waste time, while the girls who saw her looked down in shame, that holy face was something they couldn't compare to.
"That girl looks pretty good, her curves are getting better and better, is she even human?!" The peerless beauty that surpassed Murong Qingyun by a small margin made Long Tianyu reveal an evil smile.
"It seems that the Murong family is rich in producing beautiful women! However, they can't be used to warm the bed, this girl makes people feel cold just by looking at her, like an iceberg."
On the high platform of the school grounds, three tall swordsmen walked out, their bodies emitting a faint blue-green aura, clearly all three had the power of the Sword Sect.
A white-haired old man with an immortal aura and a strong physique slowly walked out from behind the three people.
"It's actually Old Man Gu!" Many of the young people from the families recognized the old man.
"Old man of ancient domain?"
Seeing Long Tianyu's puzzled gaze, a young man beside him whispered to him: "Young brother, Gu Yu Lao Ren is the Supreme Ancestor of Feng Tian Sect. He is already over 700 years old."
"Over seven hundred years old? That ancient domain's elder must have the power of a saintly devil mentor, right?" Long Tianyu curiously asked the young man beside him.
"Little brother, you don't know! The old man from the ancient domain only has the strength of a 9th-tier magic guide! However, he is one of the almost extinct alchemists on the continent!"
"Alchemist!"
This noun, Long Tianyu, is a profession that uses magic as an auxiliary tool to cast weapons or other utensils. It's extremely rare to find someone who can do this on the continent! Not to mention someone like Gu Yu, an old master who has reached the pinnacle of this craft.
To know a good alchemist is to treat them like a mage or archmage, generally they are invited by the empire or super large families.
"The old man of Gu Yu, was one of the participants in the Human Demon War back then, and he was also the weapon manufacturer for some of the Sword Saints and Sword Lords. Every single one of his crafted weapons were sought after by the various empires and families, this time's top three winners must have been using his masterfully crafted ultimate weapons." After finishing speaking, the young man looked at Gu Yu with eyes shining brightly, as if he thought that old man had a divine artifact hidden on him.
Long Tianyu is just short of a good sword, and for this competition he has already begun to clench his fists and rub his palms.
The old man from the ancient domain was one of the rare wind and fire dual-system mages, standing in front of the stage with his hoarse voice saying: "Young people from various sects and empires, our group competition is about to begin, please show off your amazing skills."
The top 1,000 players will receive a reward of twenty gold coins!
The top 200 will receive a reward of 100 gold coins!
The top 50 will receive a reward of 1,000 gold coins!
The top sixteen winners will receive 10,000 gold coins plus either an Iron Heavy Sword or a Magic Wand made of Yew Wood!
The top eight winners will receive 10,000 gold coins and either a heavy iron sword or a peach wood staff.
The prizes for the top three were given out at the end.
"This old man is still trying to cheat people!"
"Everyone, please gather at your respective competition venues!" Under the old man's words, ten huge signboards with numbers on them were erected in different parts of the large school grounds.
Long Tianyu naturally followed the crowd to one side of platform eight.
Each of the large circular platforms seemed to have five hundred square meters, suitable for any profession to play out. If there were mages among both parties, they had to be fifty meters apart at the start, which also gave the mages sufficient time to chant.
Although it is said that killing is prohibited in the competition, knives, swords and magic have no eyes, as long as it is not intentional, they will not be expelled. In the historical records of this competition, there are many deaths, especially between the Tianlong Empire and the Xueyu Empire.
Each circular arena has three judges, all of whom are powerful figures from various major sects, with the lowest being a Sword King or a Magician.
The lottery was drawn again, and the number drawn was handed over to the judge. The judge looked at the big plate and cast a spell of luck, shouting loudly: "Number one and number seven, please come on stage."
In Long Tianyu's line of sight, two swordsmen walked onto the circular platform and exchanged a handshake.
Long Tianyu shook his head, these two were both 7th or 8th rank swordsmen, they weren't even small characters that could be ignored.
As expected, the two on stage immediately drew out their giant swords and revealed their deep red auras, starting a chaotic slashing spree. Neither side could gain the upper hand, and they fought until they were drenched in sweat.
No tricks, no techniques, no body methods. Just like two savages, any fifth-rank swordsmen in the Imperial Army can take them down within five moves.
The contestants below the platform all sat cross-legged, maintaining a good state.
The stands surrounding the field were huge and packed with people, with an estimated 500,000 spectators or more, but those near stand No.8 seemed to be falling asleep.
"Eighty-eight against forty-four! My god, what a stroke of luck! It seems that the lottery ticket vendor near my place is not selling tickets, otherwise this luck would be wasted."
Black Sword Warrior, seize the opponent's delay after splitting the air, an elbow strike hits the opponent's chest, and a foot kicks the opponent off the stage.
Long Tianyu went to the bathroom and came back, only to find that seven or eight batches of people had already changed on stage. They were all swordsmen, not very impressive, but occasionally a female swordsman would appear, which was still quite attractive to the male audience below.
"Round 33! Number 88 versus Number 44! Please come on stage!"
The magician finished speaking and took a big gulp of water, it seemed that shouting was more tiring than using magic.
"It's finally my turn!"
Long Tianyu strode forward with his head held high, and the people around him hastily retreated in disgust. "Damn it! You're dressed so shabbily and still dare to show your face."
Long Tianyu's opponent was a 9th-grade swordsman who looked quite handsome and had a somewhat scholarly air about him.
"I am Wang Wenqing, a 9th-grade swordsman; I beg for your instruction!"
"Autumn wind, 9th rank swordsmen requests your guidance!" Seeing the other side being so polite, Long Tianyu also politely returned the courtesy.
The confrontation between two 9th-level swordsmen immediately attracted the attention of some onlookers, as among the five thousand participants, over four thousand were swordsmen, and being a 9th-level was already quite impressive.
And some sects' elders will also screen out some good seedlings for cultivation.
"Boom!"
The opponent entered a state from the start, emitting blood-red fighting spirit, which proved that he had the strength of the 9th rank peak.
"Look quickly, it's Wang Wenqing of the Fengtian Sect!" The people of the Fengtian Sect recognized their fellow sect member at a glance.
"Draw your sword!" Wang Wenqing drew out a slender sword, he was a wind-type swordsman, his strength wasn't powerful.
Long Tianyu pulled out a broken sword from behind his back, and the audience below immediately burst into loud laughter.
"Look at that kid's sword! My kitchen poker is sturdier than his!"
"That kid is all talk! He's probably just a fifth-tier swordsman at best!"
"I think that broken sword was probably picked up too!"
Hahaha...
Long Tianyu's gaze fell on these people, and in an instant they felt their spines turn icy! Although his eyes were hidden behind a mask, that aura of killing intent was unmistakable - the kind that came from hands stained with blood!
Long Tianyu's eyes retracted, and he also burst out with blood-red Dou Qi. His complexion changed slightly, but slowly stabilized.
On the high platform, the eyes of the old man from the ancient domain turned towards Long Tianyu, and his eyes seemed to have a rare surprise!
"This feeling, it seems so familiar, why does his movement look just like Snow Dragon Step!"
"Hi!"
Wang Wenqing rushed up and raised his sword to block Long Tianyu's slash. He quickly relied on the characteristics of his wind system, using speed to attack from various positions.
"Dong! Dong! Dong!"
No matter how Wang Wenqing attacks, he will be easily blocked by Long Tianyu, and Long Tianyu's movements are like dancing.
"Despicable! Qingfeng Po!"
Wang Wenqing made a swift turn and unleashed his sole mid-tier martial skill!
The wind element and the Wind Fighting Spirit merged together, transforming the long sword into a bright green flame! With all his might, he slashed at Long Tianyu.
"It's all just for show." Long Tianyu didn't even use such a technique, it wouldn't have hurt him at all!
Long Tianyu currently knows two combat skills, mid-tier Xuan-level Earth Splitting Slash and lower-tier Tian-level Golden Wind Domain. Of course, there are also extremely powerful ones, each with potential comparable to that of the Demon Beast's skills.
"Right!"
"What?!"
Long Tianyu dodged to the side, effortlessly floating away, without any pressure. With a gentle flick upwards, Wang Wenqing's long sword spun in mid-air and landed steadily five zhangs away on the ground.
"Are you going to continue?" Long Tianyu withdrew his broken sword with a suave demeanor, like a superior being.
"I give up!"
Wang Wenqing was no fool either, and he could tell that his opponent's strength and speed far surpassed those of ordinary people.
"Yielding!" Others were polite to Long Tianyu, and Long Tianyu was also polite to them. Therefore, the various younger brothers under Long Tianyu at that time all admired him very much.
"Eighty-eight, autumn wind prevails!"
