Chapter 11 The Frog at the Bottom of the Well Looks Up at the Moon_2

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Furthermore, martial arts tournaments like this, led by the Dali Dynasty, allowed anyone who stood out even slightly to gain widespread fame.

"There are also Grandmasters..."

Lin Yuan rubbed his chin.

*Letting Grandmasters participate in martial arts tournaments made no sense.*

*After all, the number of Grandmasters was scarce, you could count the known Grandmasters in the world on two hands.*

*Even counting those in seclusion or hiding, there couldn't be more than twenty.*

"If a Grandmaster comes, they can challenge me. Regardless of win or lose, they can receive one Spiritual Martial Art."

Lin Yuan spoke slowly.

Simply put, as long as the Grandmasters showed up, they could obtain one Spiritual Martial Art.

*What was the concept of Spiritual Martial Arts? It was a secret technique that only Great Grandmasters could cultivate.*

*Although Grandmasters couldn't cultivate Spiritual Martial Arts, years of contemplation on them would greatly aid in stepping into the Realm of Great Grandmaster.*

"Yes."

The thin old man swallowed.

*Although the founding ancestor of Dali had left behind several Spiritual Martial Arts.*

*But who would mind having more Spiritual Martial Arts? Understanding different Spiritual Martial Arts simultaneously, verifying the Realm of Great Grandmaster from various perspectives, made it easier to take that step.*

...

As the news of the martial arts tournament spread.

The whole world was in an uproar, countless martial artists were dumbfounded.

If one could make it into the top ten in the martial arts tournament, they could choose any three superior martial arts?

If the Emperor of Dali hadn't personally promised it, perhaps no one would have believed it.

*Those were superior martial arts, right? You could get them just by being in the top ten? And choose from any of them?*

At first, there were still martial artists who doubted, but after the first martial arts tournament was held, and the top ten martial artists received the three superior martial arts of their choice.

The martial artists of the world suddenly went crazy.

They hurried on horseback to the capital of Dali, waiting for the next martial arts tournament to begin.

Compared to the excitement of the Acquired Realm and Innate Realm martial artists.

The minds of the Grandmasters stationed in various regions gradually began to change.

They all saw the news about the martial arts tournament released by the Emperor of Dali to the outside world.

Grandmasters could also participate and challenge that mysterious monk who alone fought through the palace.

No matter the outcome, they could obtain a Spiritual Martial Art.

For a moment, many Grandmasters couldn't contain themselves and headed to the capital of Dali.

...

Half a year later.

Dali Imperial Palace.

Outside the Martial Hall.

Silently appeared a burly man carrying a heavy sword on his back.

Beside the burly man was a young boy of only fifteen or sixteen.

"Sword Saint of the Southern Sea, I never expected you to come too."

The thin old man guarding outside the Martial Hall wore a grave expression.

Before meeting Lin Yuan, the thin old man prided himself as invincible below Great Grandmaster.

*Throughout the entire world, there were very few Grandmasters he feared.*

And the Sword Saint of the Southern Sea was one of them.

In terms of strength, the Sword Saint of the Southern Sea was no stronger than the thin old man.

The two were at most evenly matched.

But the Sword Saint of the Southern Sea did not come from the Great Martial Sects...

He had reached this height step by step.

The thin old man came from the Dali Royal Family and was guided by one Grandmaster after another from an early age.

He often contemplated the insights left by the founding ancestor.

That was how he reached his current level.

But the Sword Saint of the Southern Sea, he had made it this far all on his own.

*His perception and talent could not be underestimated.*

"You, you have already begun nurturing spiritual power?"

The thin old man took a closer look at the Sword Saint of the Southern Sea and was suddenly shocked.

He could sense a faint spiritual pressure from the other.

This was the manifestation of beginning to gather spiritual power. As long as he successfully nurtured the first trace of spiritual power.

He could break into the Realm of Great Grandmaster.

The Sword Saint of the Southern Sea did not speak.

From his appearance to now, his gaze never fell on the thin old man.

Instead, he was fixated on the Martial Hall within.

"Great Grandmaster..."

A faint smile appeared at the corner of the Sword Saint of the Southern Sea's mouth.

*Unlike other Grandmasters who came here,*

*he, the Sword Saint of the Southern Sea, did not come here for the Spiritual Martial Arts.*

*While the Spiritual Martial Arts indeed helped in gathering spiritual power, he, the Sword Saint of the Southern Sea, no longer needed it.*

*His true purpose was to challenge that mysterious monk.*

*The one who single-handedly fought through the Dali Imperial Palace, that Great Grandmaster.*

*The Sword Saint of the Southern Sea had great ambition. He wanted to use a Great Grandmaster as a stepping stone.*

*To forge his own path into the Great Grandmaster realm.*

"Master, do you really want to go in?"

The fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy next to the Sword Saint of the Southern Sea was somewhat nervous.

*After all, that mysterious monk was at the Realm of Great Grandmaster, a fact recognized by many martial artists outside.*

*Who else but a Great Grandmaster could single-handedly fight through the Dali Imperial Palace?*

*And his master, although the Sword Saint of the Southern Sea was extremely powerful and had even begun to cultivate spiritual power, stepping onto the path to Great Grandmaster,*

*but he was ultimately not a Great Grandmaster.*

*Facing a genuine Great Grandmaster, life and death were unpredictable.*

"Don't worry, my disciple."

"With my current strength, I only need to face a Great Grandmaster's spiritual pressure, and I could break through to the Realm of Great Grandmaster at any moment."

The Sword Saint of the Southern Sea wasn't too worried.

*Now he was already half a step into the Realm of Great Grandmaster.*

*He just needed a real Great Grandmaster to give him a little stimulation, and stepping fully into Great Grandmaster would be a matter of moments.*

*By then, being of the same Great Grandmaster realm, even if he couldn't defeat that mysterious monk, he believed he could retreat safely.*

"I am going in, my disciple."

"Be a good boy and wait outside for a while."

The Sword Saint of the Southern Sea spoke with eagerness and anticipation.

The doors of the Martial Hall soon opened.

The Sword Saint of the Southern Sea entered with a face full of battle intent.

The fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, in a fleeting glance,

saw a young monk dressed in a gray robe sitting deep within the Martial Hall.

"My master will definitely not lose."

The fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy clenched his fist, cheering inwardly.

It was just a little more than half an incense stick's time.

The doors of the Martial Hall opened again.

The burly man with the heavy sword walked out, his face expressionless.

"Master, master."

"Is it over so quickly?"

The boy approached, speaking with concern.

"Let's go."

The Sword Saint of the Southern Sea shook his head slightly and led the boy away from the palace.

Only when they reached outside the capital did the Sword Saint of the Southern Sea stop.

He turned to gaze in the direction of the palace and sat down on a rock.

Muttering under his breath, 'How can he be so strong,' 'How could there be such a person in the world.'

Seeing this, the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy immediately realized that his master must have lost.

And lost very thoroughly at that.

Otherwise, he wouldn't behave like this.

"Master, I didn't think he was that strong. In the future, when you become a Great Grandmaster, you can challenge him again and win back your honor, right?"

The boy said beside him.

*This was the truth. Just now, when the Sword Saint of the Southern Sea entered the Martial Hall,*

*the boy caught a glimpse of the mysterious monk. His aura was indeed unfathomable, but at most slightly stronger than his own master, and not unreachable in the future.*

"Not that strong?"

The Sword Saint of the Southern Sea fell silent for a while, not knowing what to say.

After a long time, the Sword Saint of the Southern Sea composed himself and slowly said,

"Right now, you are only at the Innate Realm; your vision is still narrow, seeing him like a frog at the bottom of a well looking at the moon."

"When one day you are fortunate enough to step into the Grandmaster Realm, or become a half-step Great Grandmaster like your master..."

The Sword Saint of the Southern Sea continued, with an extremely complex emotion,

"You will see him as a mayfly looking up at the blue sky."

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