Martial Arts Competition

"Actually, it's not particularly difficult. The higher-ups have arranged for other experts to help us stop them," Han Yan'er said.

"Expert? Who else in the capital this year can compare to us?" Tang Yu was a little disapproving.

"Who said it was just this batch of examinees who are participating? Some are unable to register due to age and so on..." Han Yan'er gritted her teeth and quietly spat out a sentence.

"You mean... There are people tampering with their age?"

"That's right. If the Origin Sword Sect is going through with its vile plan, we will have to do the same. This is the capital. The rules of the imperial examinations are enforced by our Imperial Court!" Han Yan'er said coldly.

"Yes! As long as the plans were made properly, we would defeat them in the first round!" Gu Hongyi also nodded.

Chen Shi's expression changed slightly. The Master realm was a stage where one's cultivation increased exponentially on the path of martial arts.

The difference in cultivation time was one year, and the difference in cultivation level could even be several grades.

He was only sixteen years old. If he really had to fight against those eighteen or nineteen years olds, even if their talent was not as good as his, he did not have much confidence in winning.

Han Yan'er also saw his worry and comforted him, "Don't worry, the higher-ups will arrange for us to not go against them. They'll mainly look for the disciples of the Origin Sword Sect. When they are all eliminated, they will immediately admit defeat."

Hearing this, Chen Shi's expression relaxed a little. He was not afraid of anyone under the age of eighteen!

....

That night, several people stayed in the Misty Rain Villa, and the martial arts competition began on the second day. Mo Qingkuang came late and only arrived at the end of the registration period.

In an elegantly decorated room, Mo Qingkuang was sitting cross-legged on the bed, looking at the illusory figure floating in front of him.

"If nothing unexpected happens, the test for this martial arts examination will be the arena battle. The top 100 will be selected to enter the Imperial Academy's martial arts department. According to the preparations of the Tianxuan Kingdom, you children shouldn't encounter any strong opponents in the first few rounds." Mo Fan said with his hands behind his back.

"However, you shouldn't be happy this early. No matter what arrangements the Tianxuan Kingdom made, they could not stop Lin Yang. Your greatest enemy is still Lin Yang!"

"Lin Yang will come too?" Mo Qingkuang jumped up from the bed as soon as he heard this.

"Yes, he will come! He should have already entered second grade," Mo Fan nodded. According to the original story, this year's martial arts champion would be Lin Yang!

Mo Qingkuang's heart sank, 'Second-grade? Lin Yang, you really are a genius...'

"Ancestor, I'll try to become a second-grade Martial Master tonight!" Mo Qingkuang gritted his teeth. After this period of cultivation, he had gradually reached the bottleneck of a second-grade Martial Master. He was looking for a suitable opportunity to break through.

Hearing that Lin Yang had already advanced, he could not wait any longer.

Mo Fan smiled, "It's about time. However, his Innate Ability is higher than yours, and he also has the help of pills. It's not surprising that he's cultivating faster than you. After the martial arts examination, I'll bring you to find something to improve your root bone. Otherwise, it won't be easy for you to surpass him."

"As long as we can take revenge, I will do whatever Ancestor wants and die without regrets." Mo Qingkuang said firmly. The raging flames in his eyes seemed to want to set the room ablaze.

"What death? It wasn't easy to save you. I will regret giving you that Soul Returning Talisman if you die!" Mo Fan spat angrily.

"Yes, yes." Mo Qingkuang nodded in embarrassment, "However, Ancestor, I feel that my cultivation speed has increased a lot recently. Could it be the effect of a god-tier cultivation technique?" He suddenly asked.

His cultivation speed had indeed increased significantly recently. Originally, he had changed to a god-grade cultivation technique like the Violent Wind and Falling Leaves Technique, which had already allowed his cultivation speed to far exceed before. He did not expect his cultivation speed to increase even further ever since he came out of the Flower King Mausoleum.

Mo Fan knew that it was the effect of the Halo of Achievement, which increased the cultivation speed of the disciples of the Mo Clan by ten percent.

However, he could not openly say this. So he only said, "Your talent is not bad, and this 'Violent Wind Falling Leaves Technique' is very compatible with you. After you practice it well, it's not surprising that your cultivation speed will increase."

"I see," Mo Qingkuang nodded in realization, "Then I'll break through first. I'll have to ask Ancestor to protect me."

"Yes."

....

The entire floor of the Jingdu Inn in the south of Jingdu City was booked.

In the most spacious room, seven to eight young people were sitting around a middle-aged man.

"Deacon Lin, if you ask me, there's no need to discuss any countermeasures with these chickens and dogs in the capital. I can destroy them all with one hand" A youth with a delicate face and a gloomy expression said impatiently.

His name was Liu Xuan, the son of an elder of the Origin Sword Sect. He was only seventeen years old and was a peak third-grade Martial Master. He grew up in the Origin Sword Sect and was the only inner disciple of the sect.

Beside him were Lin Yang, Chu Yanran, Song Qian, Zhuang Fan, and others.

"Nephew Liu, don't be anxious. A starving camel is still bigger than a horse. The Tianxuan Imperial Clan is not for nothing. They must have received the news of our arrival and made preparations," Deacon Lin said to Liu Xuan with a gentle expression.

Liu Xuan's father had a higher status than him. As an inner disciple, Liu Xuan would at least be a deacon in the future, which was why he did not show any respect in front of him.

"Prepare? What can they prepare? With just a few stinky fish and rotten prawns in the Imperial Clan, would they be a match for me?" Liu Xuan pursed his lips, disapproving.

"I heard that Kuang Qing, who became famous in the Flower King Mausoleum a few days ago, participated in this martial arts examination," After all, Deacon Lin was an elder. He also wanted to save face. It was not good to reprimand Liu Xuan, so the best he could do was to change the subject.

As he spoke, he cast a meaningful glance at Song Qian.

Song Qian was the leader of the new disciples of the Origin Sword Sect. He was in the limelight and had always regarded himself as the eldest senior brother of this year. However, he had caused the Origin Sword Sect to lose face in the Flower King Mausoleum and was played by Kuang Qing.

This time, the Origin Sword Sect had made such a grand move because they had lost face. They wanted to get back at the Tianxuan Imperial Clan.

"It's good that he's participating too! I was just about to settle the score with him! If I don't tear him into pieces, then I'm not human!" Song Qian gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with hatred.

"Everyone knows how to talk big. It's better if we don't lose sight of him again," Liu Xuan sneered." How about this? Give me that beautiful maid of yours. I'll help you take revenge when I meet Kuang Qing."

"You!" Song Qian was furious when he heard that. He pointed at Liu Xuan but did not dare to flare up.

Liu Xuan was an inner disciple, and he was stronger than him. He couldn't afford to offend him.

Song Qian was the eldest young master of the Song Clan in Celesouth City. He was rich and overbearing. After entering the Origin Sword Sect to cultivate, he had even arranged for a beautiful maid to enter and serve him. Liu Xuan had long coveted her.

"Alright, stop arguing. The plan to win the championship this time could not be missed!" Deacon Lin waved his hand and interrupted them.

Lin Yang rolled his eyes, "Deacon Lin, since we are all disguised to register our names, why not hide our strength on the stage and make their preparations less convenient? What do you think?"

Deacon Lin glanced at Lin Yang. This kid was extremely talented. He heard that he broke through the eighth grade in three months. It was just that he had some setbacks since he was young. Otherwise, he would have been accepted into the inner sect long ago.

He stroked his beard and nodded, "Tomorrow, all of you should conserve your strength. There's no need to be too explosive at the start of the competition."

When Liu Xuan heard this, he was even more disdainful. Even if he showed off his abilities, what could they do to him?

He glanced at Lin Yang contemptuously, "That is unnecessary,"

Lin Yang glared at him and did not give in.

Deacon Lin saw that Liu Xuan was like a lighter, lighting up the anger in everyone he saw. He could only wave his hand and disperse the crowd, "Alright, even though it's early, it's best to go back and rest."