Volume 1: The Fang Family's Young Master Chapter 41: The Great Competition Begins

  "Brother Fang Li, over here. On a vacant lot east of the martial arts arena, all the young men from the Fang family were gathered there, with Fang Feng, surrounded by people in the middle, waving at Fang Li."

  Since Fang Li defeated Wang Lingqing with one sword last time, Fang Feng finally put down his disdain and truly acknowledged his strength, so he would be so close and proactively call Fang Li over.

  Fang Li didn't refuse, and walked over. However, among the crowd surrounding Fang Feng, he saw a few familiar faces: Fang Yanhu, who was as strong as an ox, Fang Kang, who was gently waving his fan, and Fang Qing, who was timid and cautious.

  The three men took a step back involuntarily as Fang Li appeared, especially Fang Yanhu, who had a vigilant expression. He still remembered clearly how he was defeated by Fang Li's single move during the last clan meeting when he was seriously injured. However, since they learned that Fang Li had broken through to the sixth level of Qi Refining, the three men had lost their desire for revenge, especially after hearing that Fang Li had defeated the Wang family's young master with a single sword yesterday, which made them feel both shocked and terrified.

  Fang Li didn't have much to say to these three people, and he wasn't familiar with the other young masters of the Fang family either. So after nodding at Fang Feng in greeting, he stood aside and closed his eyes to meditate.

  Fang Feng knew he didn't like to talk and wasn't angry, letting Fang Li stand there while he continued chatting with the people around him.

  However, Fang Yanhu and the other two had very uneasy expressions, occasionally glancing at Fang Li with a thousand bitter thoughts in their hearts. They thought that Fang Li was just a junior member of the clan who could be beaten and scolded by them not long ago, but unexpectedly, within just a few months, there were earth-shaking changes, and now Fang Li had become an existence they could only look up to.

  "I don't know how this big competition between the four tribes will go." A young member of the Fang family asked nervously, clearly participating in such a trial for the first time.

  Fang Feng had participated in it once before he broke through to the sixth layer of Qi Refining, and patiently explained to him: "The Four Clans' Great Competition uses a knockout system. First, the participants are divided into eight groups of eight people each, then three rounds of competition are held within each group to determine the first place winner in each small group. The first place winners from each group can directly enter the ranking match."

  Of course, those who were eliminated in the group stage also have a chance to enter the ranking match. As usual, two places will be taken out for those who were eliminated to compete, plus the eight group winners, just enough to make up the top ten.

  "It turns out that's how it is. I hope I won't be grouped with those geniuses from Yan Cheng City." The young man from the Fang family prayed quietly.

  Fang Feng smiled and said, "No need to pray, the eight people with the highest cultivation will absolutely not be divided into the same group. In other words, no matter which group you are in, you will definitely meet a seeded player. Wanting to rely on luck to enter the top ten is impossible."

  Fang Feng was scolded by him for a while, and that Fang family young master could only awkwardly smile.

  Bang! Bang! Bang!

  As the sound of three strikes on the bell and drum came, an elder of the Wang family suddenly jumped up and appeared in the center of the martial arts arena, holding a list in his hand, supported by only one wooden stick, hanging it up.

  "The draw for the big match has been made. All participants come and take a look, don't remember wrongly, the first round of competition will begin in one minute."

  After finishing speaking, the elder retreated back to the audience seat, leaving behind only that list.

  "The grouping has come out, go and take a look." A Fang family member said, afterwards, everyone on the martial arts arena moved towards the ranking list.

  With a whoosh, a pink figure leapt out, taking the lead, and was the first to appear beside the ranking list. After a glance, she flew out immediately, without lingering. Next, Wang Lingtian in white clothes appeared, wanting to become the second person to see the rankings. However, at the same moment, Fang Feng beside Fang Li also moved, and from the Zhou family's side, a man in green clothes also rushed out. The three of them did not yield to each other, almost simultaneously reaching the ranking list.

  Looking at the three people with a strong smell of gunpowder, Fang Li was puzzled. It's just looking at a list, why do they have to fight? This is really making trouble out of nothing.

  Fang Li was too lazy to fight with them, he just wanted to wait for them to leave and then go take a look at his own group. There was still a minute before the big comparison started, so there was no need to rush.

  In the blink of an eye, several more people rushed to the edge of the list. The first one was surprisingly Wang Lingqing, who seemed to have sensed Fang Li's presence early on. After looking at the list, she even glanced at him provocatively twice, as if saying, "See, I saw the list before you".

  Fang Li's mouth twitched slightly, and he didn't know what to think in his heart. It was just a ranking list, but it was worth showing off. Did it make a difference whether you looked at it early or late? Fang Li smiled lightly, with this idle mood, it would be more interesting to count the number of leg hairs on his own legs.

  After the crowd around the rankings had dispersed, Fang Li walked over at a leisurely pace, took a casual look, and found himself assigned to Group 7 as the No. 1 seed player in that group, with his name listed on the first row.

  Also took a look at the seed players in other groups, and found that except for Wei Tai in the eighth group, they all reached the sixth level of Qi refining. And behind the name of Wei Yu Rong in the first group, there were actually the words "Qi Refining Seventh Level".

  "It seems that among the younger generation of Yanjing City, only these few have reached the sixth level of Qi refining." Fang Li muttered to himself.

  Dong, dong, dong! The sound of the bell striking again, a moment's time had quickly passed, and the elder who had just posted the list appeared once more.

  "There are eight arenas on the martial arts field, each corresponding to a small group. You all find your own positions. I won't say any more nonsense, the first round of competition officially begins."

  As his voice fell, seven more elder-level figures appeared on the martial stage, and together with him, these eight people were the judges of this grand competition.

  "The first group's first round match, Fang Qing versus Wang Lei, both players please ascend to the stage."

  "The second group's first round match, Wei Pengyang versus Wang Shan. Both players, please ascend to the stage."

  ……

  "The seventh group's first round match, Fang Li versus Zhou Yi Feng, both players please ascend to the stage."

  ……

  As the voices of the eight judges fell, the eight arenas simultaneously began their first round of trials.

  Fang Li originally wanted to watch the young generation of Yan Yang City's strength, but unexpectedly his name was called in the first match, so he tidied up his clothes and jumped onto the seventh group's arena.

  "The five realms of Qi refinement, his strength is also passable." Fang Li's opponent was a twenty-three or four-year-old cold and ruthless young man, holding a slender precious sword in his hand, with an aura that seemed somewhat gloomy.

  "You're Fang Li, the one who defeated Wang Lingqing at Xinglin Wine House?" The cold youth's eyes had a hint of heaviness.

  "Don't you already have the answer in your heart? Why ask again? Alright, let's get on with it, I don't want to waste any more time." Fang Li said calmly.

  "Preposterous!" The cold youth's anger was palpable, "I don't believe it, a 15 or 16 year old kid like you can be that formidable, take my sword!"

  The ruthless young man let out a loud shout, and the long sword in his hand had already been unsheathed. In an instant, a cloud of smoke and dust rose from the stage, and even the big tree on the edge shook with it.

  Fang Li shrugged and in the next moment, Xuan Tie Jian was also drawn out, swift as lightning.

  Clang!

  The cold youth's sword move had yet to be displayed, but unexpectedly Fang Li's Xuan Tie Sword had already struck his long sword.

  "So fast!" The cool young man's face changed color, and before he could react, Fang Li had already retreated back.

  Whoa! The cool youth secretly let out a sigh of relief, although it was a bit strange that Fang Li retreated even though he had the upper hand. But still, there was some celebration to be had. However, in the next instant, his hand suddenly felt lighter, and the cool youth hastily looked down to see that "My sword... how did it break?"

  "Do you want to hit again?" Fang Li said indifferently.

  The young man's face suddenly turned bright red, and he finally knew why Fang Li had suddenly retreated. It was because he had already lost. The swordsman's sword was broken, and there was no need to continue the competition anymore.

  "Admit defeat." The cold and ruthless young man stepped down from the stage in dismay.

  "The seventh group's first match, Fang Li wins, Zhou Yi Feng is eliminated. The second match, Wang Li versus Zhou Ming Hui, both players please come on stage."

  After Fang Li stepped down, he was initially enthusiastic about watching others compete, but soon lost interest when he realized that among the seven groups, aside from his own, there were no other formidable masters, and so he closed his eyes to meditate.

  Half a time passed, the first round of the seventh group finally ended, and four out of the original eight people were eliminated. Without any rest time, the second round began immediately, and Fang Li stepped onto the stage again.

  This time Fang Li's opponent was a woman, who looked somewhat weak and feeble. Fang Li furrowed his brow, quickly drew his sword, and the next moment it was pressed against her throat.

  The woman had no choice but to admit defeat, however, she was not hurt at all.

  Fang Li won the match again, and still with a single move, which finally caught some people's attention. Wei Yurou also noticed him at this time, and was suddenly surprised, muttering to herself, if she remembered correctly, she seemed to have met him at an auction house before.

  Fang Li was still unaware of it and walked down from the stage, closing his eyes again to meditate.

  Not long after, Fang Li's third match finally began, which was also the last match of Group 7. Winning this match would allow him to enter the top ten.

  "Look, the seventh group is really fast, they've already eliminated six people and there's only one more round left."

  "That's natural. I took a look at the groupings and the seventh group hardly had any strong players, so it was only to be expected that six people would get eliminated this quickly."

  "Who says there's no one with great skills? My friend Wang Yi is one, among the younger generation of the Wang family, apart from Wang Lingtian and Wang Lingqing, he is the strongest. It's said that he has already touched the key to breaking through, if not for the lack of preparation of the elixir to enhance his foundation, he would have broken through to the sixth level of Qi Refining."

  "Oh, Wang Yi? I had almost forgotten about him. It seems the last match of the seventh group is still uncertain..." Before he could finish his sentence, the cultivator suddenly widened his eyes and said in a low voice: "Wang Yi has lost... He was actually killed with one move!"

  Everyone who watched the seventh group match was stunned, and it was nothing that Fang Li defeated other monks with one sword. Even Wang Yi, a well-known figure, was also defeated by him in one move. How strong is he!

  "This person defeated Wang Lingqing with one sword at Xinglin Wine House yesterday, and it's not surprising that he also defeated Wang Yi." Some well-informed monks spoke up, but their faces still showed a hint of shock.

  "One sword defeated Wang Lingqing!" Those cultivators who hadn't received the news looked even more shocked, their mouths almost dropping to the ground. "I thought the Fang family would be like before, not a single person entering the top ten..." You can search for "Zhen Xian Ha Shi Ba" on Baidu.