Chapter 534
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Chapter 534: The Battle of the Front Eight!
An invisible sensation tugged at Su Yi’s attention as his gaze shifted, landing on several familiar figures—Mu Yao, Gong Qi, Ying Qianqian…
There was a man, his eyes cold and piercing, directed towards Su Yi. He smiled faintly and coldly before lowering his gaze. His tall, slender figure, dressed in white, exuded an aura of composure.
Su Yi smiled slightly, realizing that Yun Lingfeng had now set his sights on him. It would be wise not to provoke him, or there would be no room for politeness.
“Bang!”
On the final showdown stage, the last figure was sent hurtling through the air. Only sixteen competitors remained across the sixteen platforms.
“Ding…”
When the last figure landed, the chime of a bell echoed through Spirit Sword Peak.
“The first round is over!”
The voice of Dharma Protector Hou Changming resounded across Spirit Sword Peak. His gaze swept across the sixteen disciples standing on the showdown stages, and he couldn’t help but feel a sense of awe. He announced, “The sixteen disciples advancing to the next round may rest briefly here and tend to their wounds. After half an incense stick’s time, they will proceed to the next round. Defeated disciples must leave the inner area.”
The announcement rippled through the air, igniting a buzz of conversation.
The entire area was abuzz with excitement as everyone discussed the sixteen remaining competitors.
On the elevated platform, some elders were pleased, while others looked disappointed. Elders whose disciples didn’t make it through the round couldn’t hide their dissatisfaction.
“Liu Yunchuan is unbeatable!”
“Gong Qi!”
“Senior Brother Qin Fang!”
“…”
Among the watching disciples, some cheered for those still standing on the dueling platforms. At this point, every remaining contestant was a well-known figure within the Divine Sword School, with many followers supporting them.
However, Su Yi, Mu Yao, and Situ Muyang were exceptions—no one in the crowd seemed to cheer for them.
Particularly Su Yi and Situ Muyang, who had garnered some grudges from others in the crowd.
“Boss Su Yi, we’ll head out first,” said Zhang Qing, Qing Chao, Xu Jiahui, and the others, calling out to Su Yi from a distance. They left the inner field, knowing that the next round didn’t involve them.
Disciples who were seriously injured and couldn’t leave the inner field were assisted by other members of the Divine Sword School.
Su Yi nodded at Xu Jiahui, Zhang Qing, and the others, before his eyes scanned the surroundings.
At this moment, on the sixteen dueling platforms, many familiar faces were present. Situ Muyang, Mu Yao, Ying Qianqian, Gong Qi, Yun Lingfeng, Liu Yunchuan, Ouluo, Gu Chenyou, Nan Liran, Jiang Xiwen, Qin Fang…
To Su Yi’s surprise, Zhang Diyun was among them. It seemed that this individual had gathered a significant number of Sword-patterned Stones, helping him reach the top sixty-eight.
There were also three younger competitors, whom Su Yi recognized from the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Swords.
From the crowd’s shouts, it became clear that these three were named Ouyang Ran, Xia Changqing, and Yue Shanhe. These young individuals likely held top positions in the Sword Tower.
On the dueling platforms, the remaining sixteen competitors used the brief break to consume pills and closed their eyes, meditating to recover their energy, preparing for the next stage.
While only the strongest had made it through, many still bore injuries from the previous rounds, and energy reserves were low. Everyone understood that no one could afford to be careless in such a fierce competition.
Those who had reached this point possessed significantly more strength than those who had been eliminated. Regardless of their next opponent, the coming battles would be anything but easy.
Situ Muyang’s Wind Battle Armor was sealed to conserve energy. He quickly took a pill and began meditating to restore his strength. His face remained determined, showing no signs of complacency.
At this moment, Situ Muyang recognized that these direct disciples of the Divine Sword School were not to be underestimated.
Far off in the distance, atop Spirit Sword Peak, a slender figure appeared quietly. With a youthful face and a small, child-like physique, the figure seemed at odds with the aura of power that emanated from him, causing a chill to run down the spine of anyone nearby.
It was Elder Su Kuangge. He gazed toward Spirit Sword Peak, his eyes gleaming with a piercing focus as though seeking something hidden.
From the peak, the sound of shouting, calling, and spirited discussion reached the heavens, filling the air with a vibrant energy.
“Ding…”
The melodic chime rang again, bringing silence over the bustling crowd.
On the dueling platforms, many competitors who had been resting suddenly opened their eyes, their gazes sharp and intense.
“Boom…”
In that instant, all sixteen platforms erupted with a brilliant light, as if the ancient, weathered stone surfaces were infused with new life. Glowing patterns of intricate symbols materialized, emitting an overwhelming aura.
“Rumble, rumble…”
The entire square trembled in response, the platforms shifting with a rhythm, as if powered by an unseen force. A radiant energy filled the air, and the platforms seemed to vibrate with hidden meaning.
The sixteen platforms moved in unison, like chess pieces being maneuvered by invisible hands, weaving a complex pattern that enchanted those who watched.
Su Yi stood in awe, feeling as if he were witnessing a form of magic beyond his understanding.
Stepping confidently onto the platform, Su Yi stood tall as the scene around him shifted, creating a mesmerizing dance of figures and shifting platforms.
“Boom…”
Suddenly, the sixteen platforms collided, merging into eight distinct platforms, each holding two competitors.
Su Yi looked up and saw, on the newly merged platform, one of the three direct disciples—Ouyang Ran, Xia Changqing, or Yue Shanhe.
The young man, appearing to be around twenty or twenty-one, wore a bright red robe and kept his gaze lowered, seemingly lost in his thoughts. His slender fingers gently held a sword, and his long eyelashes curved in an attractive manner.
Su Yi only gave him a passing glance, not overly focused but not careless either. His eyes quickly swept across the surroundings.
On the other platforms, Mu Yao faced Nan Liran, Yun Lingfeng faced Jiang Xiwen, Ying Qianqian faced Zhang Diyun, and Gong Qi faced Qin Fang.
Meanwhile, Ou Luo and Gu Chenyou found themselves facing two of the three direct disciples—Ouyang Ran, Xia Changqing, or Yue Shanhe.
Finally, Situ Muyang was pitted against Liu Yunchuan, ranked number one in the Sword Tower!
As Situ Muyang prepared to face Liu Yunchuan, Su Yi’s brow furrowed, his expression showing a hint of concern.
“Boom…”
Once the platforms merged, the energy dissipated, and the bright light faded, leaving a peaceful calm.
“Before you stand your opponents for this round—everything depends on luck!” Dharma Protector Hou Changming’s voice boomed from the high platform, filled with energy. “The second round begins now!”
The words echoed, reverberating like thunder, shaking the stillness of the air!
