bookrandom Chapter 427 Registering for the Arena, First Battle Against the Red-Clad Warrior
Chapter 427 Registering for the Arena, First Battle Against the Red-Clad Warrior
After registering, the two flew to the arena and stood facing each other.
In the center of the arena stood a Golden Core cultivator from the Thousand Mist Sect as the referee, his face serious and unsmiling.
As usual, he quickly read out the rules of the arena, such as falling off the stage means losing, one side cannot continue to attack after the other side surrenders, and forbidden techniques cannot be used during the competition, etc.
However, neither the red-robed cultivator nor the disciple from the Hundred Swords Pavilion paid any attention to the rules; their focus was entirely on the other party.
With the referee's steady and powerful "Start!", the competition officially began!
The disciple of the Hundred Swords Pavilion flashed, like a crane spreading its wings, and instantly drew his long sword. The sword light was like a rainbow, pointing directly at the red-robed cultivator, intending to cut the enemy in front of him in two.
However, the red-robed cultivator merely smiled lightly at this fierce attack, his expression full of contempt.
With a casual wave of his hand, a burst of fire shot into the sky, instantly engulfing the Hundred Swords Pavilion disciples.
The flames roared and were incredibly hot, turning the arena a fiery red.
Chu Lengyu stood below the arena, her gaze fixed on the flames, secretly worried for the disciples of the Hundred Swords Pavilion.
However, in the blink of an eye, the red-robed monk's attack struck like lightning, catching everyone off guard.
The red-robed cultivator flickered and emerged from the flames like a ghost, unleashing a sharp palm strike mixed with scorching flames that slammed into the chest of the Hundred Swords Pavilion disciple.
The disciple of the Hundred Swords Pavilion was caught off guard and felt a powerful force rushing towards him. He was shocked and hurriedly used his spiritual power to resist.
However, the palm strike was too fierce, and he simply couldn't withstand it.
With a loud bang, his body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, tracing a long arc in the air before crashing heavily off the stage.
He coughed up a mouthful of blood, his face turned an unnatural flush, and his breathing became rapid and painful.
His body trembled slightly, clearly indicating that he was seriously injured and had lost the ability to fight.
This scene shocked everyone present.
They looked at each other, their eyes filled with shock.
One move decides the outcome!
The red-robed cultivator's strength exceeded everyone's expectations.
A hint of surprise flashed in Chu Lengyu's eyes, and she quickly went to the side of her injured fellow disciple. She knelt down and carefully examined his injuries.
The wound was a bloody mess, charred black, and the fire poison had quietly invaded his lungs and was ravaging his body.
Although no vital organs were damaged and his life was not in danger, the intensity of the fire poison was enough to cause him considerable suffering. If it was not exorcised in time, it might leave him with chronic illnesses.
Chu Lengyu secretly rejoiced that she had a strange fire at hand, which was just right to cure this fire poison.
However, being on Jingu Island at this moment, under the watchful eyes of many, presents many inconveniences, making it truly unsuitable to perform such an action.
Seeing this, his fellow disciples gathered around him, some feeding him pills, others channeling their spiritual energy, trying to alleviate his pain.
The injured disciple finally managed to open his eyes, his gaze filled with self-reproach and shame.
"It's me... I'm useless... I've disgraced the sect..." His lungs were injured, and his voice was weak and trembling, as if he barely had the strength to speak.
Chu Lengyu shook her head and gently comforted her, "No, you've done very well. It's just that the other party is too cunning. You don't need to blame yourself or feel ashamed. The most important thing now is to recover from your injuries. Don't think about anything else."
The disciples of the Hundred Swords Pavilion around them also looked angry and worried.
They all gathered around, tightly surrounding their injured fellow disciple.
Some offered him handkerchiefs, some offered him water, and others offered words of comfort, trying to soothe his guilt.
Chu Lengyu slowly stood up, her gaze passing through the crowd, and coldly looked at the red-robed cultivator on the arena.
The cultivator stood proudly upright, a smug smile playing on his lips.
Although she didn't know his background, Chu Lengyu already understood that this person was deliberately using the Hundred Swords Pavilion to establish his authority.
He outwardly feigned arrogance and disdain, looking down on the disciples of the Hundred Swords Pavilion, but in reality, he valued them extremely highly. He decided the outcome with a single move, achieving the greatest results with the least cost.
His move, as he had hoped, successfully boosted his morale.
The surrounding crowd discussed among themselves, impressed by his strength. For a moment, no one dared to challenge the number eighteen arena.
The red-robed cultivator stood triumphantly on the arena, scanning the disciples of the Hundred Swords Pavilion one by one.
A provocative smile curled at the corner of his lips as he deliberately raised his voice and asked, "Who else dares to come up and challenge us? Are all the disciples of the Hundred Swords Pavilion so incompetent?"
As the disciples of the Hundred Swords Pavilion were defeated, the surrounding mockery and gossip became increasingly excessive, piercing the hearts of everyone in the Hundred Swords Pavilion.
Disciples from other sects pointed and whispered, occasionally letting out grating laughter.
Some of the younger disciples found it even more unbearable. They clenched their fists but remained silent, because they knew that the red-robed cultivator was indeed extraordinary. Acting impulsively would only make their situation more difficult and embolden the enemy.
"I come."
Although Chu Lengyu's voice was not loud, it clearly reached everyone's ears.
This one sentence instantly silenced the previously noisy venue.
The disciples of the Hundred Swords Pavilion all focused their attention on Chu Lengyu, their eyes filled with complex emotions—surprise, worry, and admiration.
This arena competition is far more dangerous than internal sect sparring. The fellow disciples just now were the best example. Every match is a life-or-death struggle. A slight mistake could result in serious injury or even death on the spot.
Upon hearing this, Senior Sister Zhao's expression changed drastically.
She hurriedly grabbed Chu Lengyu's wrist, her face full of anxiety, and advised, "Junior Sister Chu, don't be reckless! That red-robed cultivator is clearly provoking us on purpose, trying to establish the authority of our Hundred Swords Pavilion. If you go onto the arena and something goes wrong, how will we explain it to the sect?"