frightfiction Chapter 246 Advance to the Top 6
Chapter 246 Advance to the Top 6
A clamor arose from the audience, all marveling at the spectacular fight on the stage.
Taishi Lingling stood facing Saffron. Not wanting to waste time on someone whose strength was clearly weaker than her, she took the initiative to throw out the pink ribbon, propelling it with her spiritual power straight towards Saffron.
Saffron flipped her hands over suddenly, shaking the fire rope that shot out from her sleeves, flames enveloping the bells hanging on it as they rushed forward.
"Bang!" The two objects collided, sparks flying everywhere.
Seeing that the other party was using a spiritual weapon similar to her own, Taishi Lingling frowned.
She suddenly exerted force, causing the ribbon to change direction and wrap around the other person's limbs, but Saffron dodged to the side and used the fire rope to sweep and force her back.
The two exchanged blows, the shockwaves from their spiritual energy clashing spreading across the arena...
As time went on, the competition on the field became increasingly intense and exciting.
It must be said that the people from the three major halls are far stronger than those from other forces. Whether it is their own cultivation or the spiritual weapons they wield, they are far ahead of others.
After these competitions, all those who won and advanced were from the three main halls.
As soon as Zhuge Yunzheng left the stage, Lin Miao immediately threw the spear in her hand onto the stage, then leaped down and landed next to the still swaying spear.
After Han Pingli stepped onto the stage, she turned and gripped the spear, pointing the tip sharply at him without the slightest hesitation: "Let's begin."
Having said that, the spear, wrapped in spiritual energy, was the first to strike at the opponent!
Han Pingli raised his hand and shouldered the giant sword. His earth-brown spiritual energy surged out and he slashed horizontally to block the attack.
Guns and swords clashed, causing a shockwave of spiritual energy.
Lin Miao was immediately jolted back half a step, but she immediately spun around and swept her spear horizontally, the shadows of which were impenetrable.
Han Pingli was tall and burly, and the giant sword he was holding was as tall as him. Facing the attacking gun shadows, he stood steadily and suddenly raised the giant sword and slashed it!
A gust of wind was stirred up, and with his other hand, he condensed spiritual energy into a shield, blocking the spear's thrust.
At the same time, the giant sword raised high slashed down! The force was incredibly powerful. Lin Miao was startled, and her grip on the spear tightened instantly. She quickly retreated several meters away.
As Lin Miao watched the large sword slam down and smash a huge crater into the arena, her expression grew increasingly solemn.
This person is stronger than her...
However, achieving a ranking in the Shengfeng Selection Tournament has always been her dream, and she must do her best no matter what.
If we lose, we'll consider it a trial.
Thinking this through, she took a deep breath, grabbed the spear with her fingers, and then raised it with gritted teeth, pointing the spear tip directly at Han Pingli, trying to find an opening.
However, Han Pingli's eyes narrowed, showing no intention of giving her a chance, and he suddenly raised his giant sword and approached her inch by inch.
Lin Miao was shocked and immediately raised her gun to stop him.
With a loud "bang!", Lin Miao's tiger's mouth split open instantly, the spear flew out of her hand, and her whole body lost its support. She was hit by the powerful force that swept over her and flew out violently!
Just then, she suddenly felt an invisible force appear abruptly from behind her, helping to deflect the force that had slammed her body back, allowing her to gradually regain her balance and avoid hitting anything.
She was taken aback for a moment, then her heart skipped a beat. She turned her head sharply to look around and saw that the waiting contestants were all watching the competition silently without much change in expression. A look of doubt appeared between her brows.
Someone helped her just now, who could it be?
She looked around but couldn't find the answer, so she simply shook her head and decided not to think about it any further. She staggered a few steps before regaining her balance, grabbed the spear that had fallen to the side, raised her hands in a fist salute without showing any sign of defeat, and said in a clear and convincing voice, "I have lost."
Han Pingli sheathed his sword, nodded in response, turned around, straightened his back, and strode out of the arena.
"Their strength is not bad."
Guan Xun glanced around casually, and before he could finish speaking, he stood up from his seat. With a light touch of his toes, he landed on the competition stage as his white dress fluttered.
Finally, it was her turn.
As soon as he stepped onto the stage, a murmur of discussion arose around him.
"Look, look, a beauty like a flower has come on stage."
"Hehe, this kind of person is usually narcissistic and flamboyant. He probably only advanced by luck during the previous selection process. He'll probably be exposed in the one-on-one competition."
Do you think it's possible that someone could knock you off the stage in one move?
"That's not the case. The contestants are at least level 70, so how could they not even withstand one move?"
"That's right."
……
Hearing the whispers around her, Chen Wan'er's steps onto the competition stage became noticeably lighter, as if she had the illusion that she could advance to the next round.
She casually twisted her body on the competition platform to make herself more flexible for the next move, then rubbed her storage ring and took out a huge iron hammer covered with dense spikes.
When it landed, it even caused a slight tremor in the arena.
Those around them found it somewhat amusing; it was truly rare to see a young woman wielding such a crude magical weapon.
However, Chen Wan'er did not feel that there was anything wrong with her magical artifact because of their discussion. This was a high-level magical artifact that her father had won at an auction.
Good things don't need to care about their appearance, as long as they work well.
Seeing Guan Xun standing still with a calm expression, Chen Wan'er immediately frowned and said, "Hey, you're so beautiful, why don't you take out your magical artifact?"
"A magical weapon?" Guan Xun raised his eyes, his indifferent gaze sweeping up from the giant hammer. When they met eyes, the corners of his eyes curved into a mocking smile. "I don't need a magical weapon to deal with you."
"What?" Chen Wan'er gritted her teeth and gripped the handle of the iron hammer tightly. A chilling aura of spiritual energy suddenly exploded in the arena, causing the surrounding contestants to involuntarily tilt their heads back.
Who do you think you are?!
It's easy to see that Chen Wan'er is extremely angry at this moment.
Guan Xun didn't care, his eyes showing a hint of nonchalant disdain, as if he were looking at the rage of an incompetent person. "Come on."
It's a simple word, but its meaning is very clear.
"Hmph." Chen Wan'er sneered, immediately channeling her spiritual energy into her arms, causing the veins on them to bulge, and then directly swung the large hammer that was half a person's height beside her.
The hammer weighs a full 9,999 jin (approximately 4,949 catties), making it a top-grade spiritual weapon among hammers. It is impossible to lift without the aid of spiritual power.
"Since you insist on letting me win, then I won't be polite. You can go and stay on the field!"
She let out a low shout, and spiritual energy surged into the hammer through her arm. With a powerful swing, she slammed the hammer down towards Guan Xun with a dull whistling sound.
The destructive power of this strike is so great that even if you manage to dodge it, you will inevitably be swept out of the arena by the force of the hammer's heavy slam.
Some people on the sidelines shook their heads and sighed, feeling that the outcome was already decided.
The hammer crashed down with a whooshing sound, the spiritual energy it carried causing the air along its path to stagnate.
Guan Xun stood still, her expression unchanged. Her eyelids were slightly lowered, as if she didn't take the attack seriously.
Seeing that the sledgehammer was almost three feet away from her, she slowly lifted her foot and took a step forward. Her steps were steady and not hurried at all, and she landed so lightly that it was almost silent.
Immediately afterwards, she casually raised her hand, and wisps of frost rose from her palm. A white-tinged blue spiritual power suddenly flashed out and instantly condensed into a ball, turning into a thin layer of ice crystals that covered her palm.
As she slightly turned her wrist, and the frost flowed through her palm, she suddenly pushed forward!
There was no earth-shattering sound, nor any blinding light, only an invisible, icy spiritual force swept out and accurately struck the abdomen of the figure wielding the sledgehammer.
In an instant, Chen Wan'er let out a muffled groan, her hand gripping the hammer handle suddenly lost its strength, and she was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily several feet away outside the arena, raising a cloud of dust...
The arena fell silent instantly. The previously noisy spectators all stared wide-eyed, mouths agape, their faces filled with disbelief.
Some people subconsciously rubbed their eyes, as if they couldn't believe what they were seeing...
That powerful attack was neutralized with a single, effortless move by this beautiful woman!
He even slapped him away with a single palm strike...
Once everyone came to their senses, they looked at each other in bewilderment, no longer daring to spout nonsense.
"See? I don't need any magical artifacts to deal with you." Guan Xun raised an eyebrow, shrugged, and turned to leave the stage.
After the competition, only six people were able to advance to the final six.
Taishi Lingling from the Holy Light Hall, Duan Huaiyan and Duan Qingxi from the Heavenly Pole Hall, and Zhuge Yunzheng from the True Inheritance Hall each occupy one spot, and the remaining two are naturally Han Pingli and Guan Xun.
Only three women remained in the room. Apart from the two from the three main halls, the remaining one was Guan Xun.
Noticing sharp gazes directed at her from the upper seats, she subtly frowned.
What's going on? Why did all the powerful figures on the field turn to look at her in such a short time?
Something's not right... She has already suppressed her cultivation aura to around 80. Could it be that she has revealed some flaw?
In the high seats.
Lord Xinghe leaned back in his chair, staring intently at Guan Xun's figure, his clasped fingers tightening even more.
He seemed to already know who could catch the eye of the old woman...
"The attack methods displayed by that beautiful woman don't seem like something someone with only level 80 cultivation could unleash," the Palace Master suddenly remarked from the side.
"Yes, I think so too. She must have used some method to conceal her cultivation level. However, judging from her age, she should be no more than level 85, so the difference isn't that big."
"Indeed, as long as the age requirement is met, other things are not considered violations of the competition rules."
Yu Liuhua sighed and shook her head, saying, "This beautiful name is obviously fake."
"Hehe." The old woman was rubbing the dirt off her feet and chuckled in a hoarse voice. "The Holy Edge Selection Tournament is all about selecting the strongest. As long as you can recruit them after the tournament, hide your strength, and create a fake name, so what?"
Upon hearing this, everyone agreed that it made sense.
Even Zhuge Tianxia, the master of the True Inheritance Hall, nodded in agreement.
Lord Xinghe smiled, a meaningful glint in his eyes, and said jokingly, "Could the person Elder Mud Elder praised earlier be her?"
What did Elder Mud Woman say earlier?
They say a stunningly beautiful woman with amazing skills has arrived on the field.
These words struck a chord with everyone in the audience, and their gazes toward the white-clad figure below grew even more intense.
A cold glint flashed in Yu Liuhua's eyes, her gaze narrowing slightly, her tone tinged with doubt: "This person... has disguised himself?"