Chapter 1047
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Chapter 1047: Getting Close!
“What a pity!”
As Jiang Zekun admitted defeat, Su Yi couldn’t help but express regret.
Immediately, all members of the Green Dark Sect withdrew to the stage’s edge.
Even the injured Jiang Xu was carried away by their disciples.
“We also surrender!”
Suddenly, a member from the Sun Flame Sect cried out in panic.
In the blink of an eye, the Sun Flame Sect’s members scrambled to retreat, making no attempt to resist.
It was obvious to everyone that the Green Dark Sect had already given up. There was no sense in the Sun Flame Sect continuing to fight, so they wisely chose to withdraw.
Jiang Xu was carried off the stage by Green Dark Sect disciples and laid down among their ranks.
“What a great Overlord Sect!”
Jiang Zekun fed some medicinal pills to his son, his face dark with frustration.
The defeat had cost the Green Dark Sect dearly, and the enmity with the Overlord Sect was now undeniable.
“Let’s go!”
Jiang Zekun glared at Su Yi one last time before turning away, leading the Green Dark Sect away from the arena.
The Sun Flame Sect, along with independent cultivators like Tang Tianxing and Ma Guangfeng, also left in haste.
“That boy actually did it! He defeated all those opponents, including two major sects!”
“He’s really done it. He’s conquered two arenas!”
“Overlord Sect has only one participant, and he’s already bested dozens of other sects!”
“To think that such a young talent has emerged from Overlord Sect!”
Onlookers eagerly discussed the astonishing feats of the young man from the Overlord Sect.
His performance was a spectacle for all to see, and many speculated that he could one day play a major role in the world of cultivators.
“Will anyone challenge him now?”
With the Green Dark Sect and Sun Flame Sect retreating, the spectators were curious whether any challengers would emerge.
But it seemed unlikely. The odds of defeating someone as powerful as Su Yi were slim, especially since multiple sects had already acknowledged his strength.
As time passed, the other arenas also concluded their matches, and the final victors were determined.
Guiyuan Sect!
Baiyan Gate!
Yanlong Sect!
Juetian Sect!
Crimson Wind Pavilion!
Frenzied Blade Sect!
Violet Radiance Sword School!
Green Fire Sect!
These eight sects were all third-rate powers, each one formidable in its own right, standing close to second-rate status.
“Too bad for Green Dark Sect and Mysterious Sword Gate,” someone lamented.
Both sects had been strong contenders, but their failure was a blow to many.
It was a reminder that even strong sects can fall when they face the unexpected.
Before long, the competition reached its climax.
“An hour has passed, and no one has stepped up to challenge. Overlord Sect has claimed two spots on the podium!”
The middle-aged announcer, his tone neutral, made a statement that left many in awe.
This was unprecedented: one sect holding two of the best spots, an achievement rarely seen in the alliance’s history.
“Does Overlord Sect have any more young talents to offer? They’ve taken forty spots—what a waste if they don’t use them!”
One spectator voiced a growing concern.
Given the overwhelming number of spots held by Overlord Sect, some questioned if it was fair to hoard them.
“Indeed, if our own disciples could demonstrate such abilities…”
Another sighed, resigned to the truth that not all sects had such talent to offer.
“It’s all a matter of fate,” someone else remarked. “The alliance conference only happens once every fifty years. If you miss it, you miss it!”
The disparity between sects was clear: Overlord Sect had forty spots, while others could barely secure a few. The lopsided distribution left many feeling frustrated.
“That boy truly achieved something extraordinary.”
Among the crowd, members of the Mysterious Sword Gate, like Ji Tianfu, Ji Hanluo, and others, were still recovering from the shock.
They had hoped to challenge Overlord Sect in the future but knew they’d need more strength to compete.
“This is the pass for the next round. Keep it safe, as it’s your ticket to the next competition!”
The middle-aged official spoke again, handing out black objects to the victors.
These objects, roughly the size of a palm, were passed to each champion. The mysterious energy within them hinted at their importance.
“Is this the pass?”
Disciples from the eight major sects excitedly examined their tokens.
With the pass in hand, they would enter the next round of the competition, where the best of the best would battle it out.
Su Yi, however, had accumulated forty passes, far more than anyone else. He couldn’t hold them all in his hands and had to use his clothes to carry them.
His expression was one of excitement. He now had an unexpected windfall in his grasp, and selling those extra passes could result in a handsome profit.
“What are you grinning about, boy?”
At that moment, Xi Wuqing’s voice rang in Su Yi’s ear, a subtle warning to keep his excitement in check.
Su Yi sighed, quickly regaining his composure and heading off the stage.
Meanwhile, Ji Tianfu and the Mysterious Sword Gate approached, but Su Yi pretended not to notice.
“Let’s go back,” he told his group, deliberately avoiding any contact with the approaching sect.
Despite his attempt to stay away, Ji Tianfu and his disciples couldn’t help but be intrigued by Su Yi’s actions.
“That kid wants to avoid us?” Ji Tianfu grumbled.
He had hoped to form some kind of alliance, but Su Yi’s swift departure only increased his resolve to pursue him further.
“I’ll find him at the inn,” Ji Tianfu decided, and with that, he left to track down Su Yi.
“Could Su Yi really be trying to avoid us?” Ji Hanluo wondered.
“Don’t worry,” Ji Tianfu reassured her. “We’ll catch up with him soon enough.”
