Novel Full Chapter 67 - The God's Favoured Son From the Prophecy!
Chapter 67: The God’s Favoured Son From the Prophecy!
Wang Cang struck three times in a row, forcing Zhou Tang into a dangerous situation.
In the fourth strike, Wang Cang broke through Zhou Tang’s protective spiritual power.
In the fifth strike, Wang Cang directly sent Zhou Tang’s weapon flying. He kicked Zhou Tang’s chest and sent him flying, slamming heavily into the protective shield.
“The third match, Wang Cang wins!”
The referee announced as he looked at Wang Cang a few more times. He thought to himself that it was indeed not bad for an outer sect disciple to have such strength. He would definitely enter the top 30 rankings. As an outer sect disciple, it should be good enough for him to feel proud.
After defeating a distinguished family disciple, Zhou Tang, in five moves, Wang Cang looked at Victor proudly, with a hint of arrogance and provocation in his eyes.
The duel between them is about to begin.
Victor only smiled and didn’t say anything. He glanced at the competition schedule. There were less than ten matches left, and their duel was about to begin.
The spirit fruits of the Xuanming Sect, especially after the great change in the world, would definitely be of great use to cultivators who are ingesting it for the first time. He was looking forward to it very much.
“The fourth match, Victor versus Qi Xian!”
This was Victor’s first match. His opponent, Qi Xian, came from the Spirit Spell Peak of the Heavenly Sword Mountain. He was ranked around 40 in the previous stage.
According to the interface, Qi Xian’s cultivation level was at the ninth level of the spirit gathering realm, which was the same as his cultivation level. However, his spirit root was a mixed spirit root, which meant that he was a disciple with an ordinary talent. For him to have such a result, he was definitely not a simple opponent.
In the main hall.
Ye Lingyun was watching the match from afar. Until now, Victor was the disciple who was most in line with the first elder’s prediction. He was not old, about 15 or 16 years old, and his cultivation level was in the ninth level of the spirit gathering realm.
Ye Lingyun was just waiting for Victor to perform his skills. If it was a wood attribute skill, then the chosen one would definitely be him. After all, the young man in the prediction was a god’s favored son with a heavenly spiritual root.
Victor’s opponent’s strength was also passable and could be considered to be evenly matched. They were just waiting for Victor’s response.
In the arena, a strange sword appeared in Qi Xian’s hand. It was a blunt sword, with no sharp edges on either side. This sword was very thick and heavy. It was more like a black ruler. Many strange spell scripts were carved on the ruler, emitting a faint glow.
Qi Xian did not treat Victor as an opponent at all. He was a genius who could fight beyond his level. He would only treat an opponent seriously only if the opponent was beyond the tenth level of the spirit gathering realm. The kind of opponent who has the same cultivation level as him, all he needed was one move to defeat them.
“Huh?”
Before Qi Xian could finish his words, he saw that Victor had closed his eyes.
What is he doing? Is he looking down on me?
Qi Xian frowned. He had originally planned to defeat Victor with just one move, but now that he saw that Victor did not take him seriously, he had to teach Victor a lesson.
“Let the match begin!”
As soon as the referee finished his sentence, Qi Xian wielded the ruler-like sword. Countless spells flowed on the sword, colorful and strange.
However, as Qi Xian wielded it, these strange spells would turn into sharp weapons that could kill people.
Qi Xian continuously wielded the sword and gradually approached Victor. The scripts flew in all directions towards Victor and floated in the air, forming a strange spell.
Compared to Qi Xian’s series of actions, Victor slowly opened his eyes.
“Boom!”
A powerful pressure appeared out of thin air like an invisible mountain. It descended from the sky and directly broke all the spells.
Qi Xian saw a sword light pass in front of his eyes, and his body suddenly shook. His pupils lost focus, and his body fell limply to the ground.
Victor turned around and walked down the stage. Those sitting around the stage spectating the match were instantly stunned.
“Huh? What’s going on?”
“That outer sect disciple named Victor didn’t make a move at all?”
“Could it be that he attacked too quickly and couldn’t see clearly?”
“He didn’t make a move. He fell with just a look!”
“How is that possible?”
As it was the group competition, and there were no Sword Control Peak disciples in the eighth division where Victor was, there weren’t many spectators around. Most of the spectators were disciples who didn’t participate in the competition and their cultivation realms weren’t high, therefore, no one could understand the mystery behind it.
“It’s actually sword force?”
Ye Lingyun frowned. The first elder did not mention that the chosen one could use sword force.
She had expected Victor to use a wood-type spiritual power or wind-type movement techniques, but she did not expect Victor to defeat his opponent just by using sword force. It seemed that his sword force was definitely not low and could resolve the battle in an instant.
However, this skill shouldn’t be his strongest.
“I see. The disciple from the outside world that caused a commotion a few days ago should be him.”
In the contestant area, a woman with an unpredictable aura said leisurely while eating dessert.
She had a displeasing behavior, she had even crossed her legs. It seemed that she didn’t care about this match at all.
The woman eating dessert had the right to be proud. Her cultivation had reached the 12th level of the spirit gathering realm, and she was a core disciple of the Illusory Sword Peak of the Heavenly Sword Mountain. She was also one of the major contestants in the eighth competition zone.
The strength of the core disciples of the Heavenly Sword Mountain was very different from ordinary disciples. The core disciples had good talent to begin with, and with sufficient cultivation resources, their strengths were often several times higher than ordinary disciples.
“What? Big sister is interested in this kid?”
Next to the woman, a young man holding a fruit plate was attentively looking at her.
“He’s not worth my interest. I happen to know some sword techniques, so I can use him to practice.”
“Big sister, you think too highly of him. He’s just a disciple from an outside sect, and his cultivation is on the same level as mine. If you were to use the Phantom Sword Dance against him. It’s would really be a waste.”
The young man seized the opportunity to suck up to her. This young man was only an ordinary disciple of the Heavenly Sword Mountain’s Illusory Sword Peak.
The resources that the Heavenly Sword Mountain gave ordinary disciples were incomparable to the core disciples. Many ordinary disciples chose to cling to the core disciples, hoping that they would gain some benefit.
“Mmm, it’s my turn.”
When the woman heard the referee call her, she stood up from her seat and walked onto the stage.
When she saw her opponent, her eyes immediately lit up.
She was really lucky to have met a little beauty in the first round. Her cultivation was not bad either.
“I’m Ji Mengyun of Illusionary Sword Peak. Little Sister, do you want to admit defeat yourself? Or should I ask you to admit defeat?”Ji Mengyun said with a smile
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Song Qianqian clenched her teeth. She didn’t expect to meet such a strong opponent right from the start.
“Qianqian, admit defeat!”
Below the stage, Victor shouted. Victor had analyzed the difference in the combat strength between the two. Ji Mengyun and Qianqian had the same talent and both had dual spirit roots. However, Ji Mengyun obviously had many resources, otherwise, she wouldn’t be able to have the strength as a level 12 spirit gathering realm cultivator at the age of 18.
Gently exhaling, Song Qianqian said somewhat unwillingly, “I admit defeat.”
“Ji Mengyun wins!”
The referee announced that she had lost the match without even fighting. Song Qianqian was somewhat dejected.