Chapter 298 Showing off one’s edge

The first round of the auditions began, and the entire square was filled with tension and anticipation. Groups of cultivators stood in the stands, anxiously waiting for the first match to begin. Although most of the independent cultivators seemed a little unconfident before the match, this did not prevent them from enthusiastically discussing and encouraging each other on the sidelines.

The matches for each audition must be scheduled in advance, and the monks will go up to the arena one by one to compete with their opponents in turn. The rules of the competition are also very simple: each contestant needs to fight three games with his opponent, and the one who wins two games will advance. The atmosphere in the arena is getting more and more tense, and the audience's eyes are also focused on the arena, and everyone is waiting for the first thrilling competition.

The first match was a contest between two young cultivators. One was a disciple from a small sect in Tianyuan Domain, and the other was a casual cultivator who had just started practicing. The two stood on the competition stage, and the atmosphere was so oppressive that it was almost suffocating.

"Start!" The referee gave the order and the game officially began.

The cultivator from the small sect sneered and slowly drew out the long sword from his waist, his eyes flashing with a cold light. Although the opponent's breath was steady, he obviously did not have the strength to fight him. The casual cultivator who had just come into contact with the cultivation showed a trace of fear in his eyes, but he tried to straighten his back.

"Do you know what you are facing?" The disciple of the small sect said contemptuously, "You are just a rookie. Today, let me teach you what real strength is."

As the words fell, his sword skills suddenly attacked, and the long sword rushed to the chest of the casual cultivator like thunder. The speed was so fast that it was almost impossible to react. The casual cultivator hurriedly waved his sword to resist, but due to lack of experience, the long sword broke at the touch, and then the disciple of the small sect quickly attacked again.

Seeing that the casual cultivators had almost no power to resist, the audience sighed. Obviously, this game was destined to end in a miserable defeat.

In just a few seconds, the casual cultivator was cut by a sword, and blood stained his robes. The referee immediately ordered the competition to stop and announced that the disciple of the small sect had won. Although the casual cultivator was embarrassed, he did not lose heart. He endured the pain, saluted the referee, and left the arena.

"The swordsman from the small sect is indeed very strong. It seems that he will not be the ultimate opponent in this audition." The audience nearby began to discuss.

The next few games still had no surprises. Several famous talented monks won easily, relying on their strong strength, they did not leave any chance for their opponents to fight back.

Finally, it was Ye Fan's turn to compete. At this time, the monks who were watching had gradually realized that this ordinary-looking young man in front of them did not seem to be as simple as he seemed.

Ye Fan walked onto the arena, passing through the gazes of many cultivators. His aura was calm, his expression was indifferent, and he seemed to have long been accustomed to this kind of attention. Although he was not tall, his deep eyes flashed with an elusive light.

The opponent on the opposite side obviously did not take Ye Fan seriously. He was tall and handsome, and at first glance he was a disciple of a powerful force. He exuded an arrogant aura and glanced at Ye Fan with disdain.

"Are you Ye Fan? I heard that you hunted a lot of monsters before entering here? But don't think you can sweep away everything here like this." He sneered and casually drew out the long sword in his hand.

Ye Fan did not answer, but stood there quietly, thinking about the other party's fighting style in his mind. He knew that the other party was obviously a sword cultivator, and his aura was strong, and he obviously had a certain level of cultivation. Ye Fan's goal was simple - to defeat the enemy with one strike, and not give the other party a chance to counterattack.

"Start!" the referee ordered.

As soon as the referee's voice fell, the sword cultivator suddenly attacked, and the long sword cut through the air, stabbing towards Ye Fan's chest with a sharp sound.

A cold light flashed in Ye Fan's eyes. He did not dodge in a hurry, but raised his right hand directly. As the spiritual power in his body flowed, a powerful aura suddenly burst out. The next moment, Ye Fan's body changed instantly, lightning flashed around him, and the air seemed to be twisted by the electric current. It was the Five Thunders Extreme Hand that he had just practiced. Ye Fan was no longer an ordinary casual cultivator at this moment, but a strong man who could kill the enemy with the power of thunder.

"Thunder Palm!" Ye Fan shouted in a low voice and swung out with his right hand.

A lightning-like fist of thunder and lightning condensed and struck directly at the chest of the sword cultivator. The moment the sword cultivator's sword collided with Ye Fan's thunder and lightning, a deafening sound was heard. The sword cultivator immediately felt the powerful force of thunder and lightning, and his sword was unable to withstand the power of thunder and lightning, and was immediately knocked away.

The swordsman was caught off guard and was struck by lightning. His entire body instantly felt a severe burning pain. The lightning was transmitted quickly, causing his muscles to almost spasm. Seeing his body gradually losing control, he hurriedly retreated, but it was too late.

"You lose." Ye Fan said coldly, and another bolt of lightning struck the swordsman.

“Bang—” The swordsman fell heavily to the ground and couldn’t get up again.

The referee immediately announced Ye Fan's victory, and the audience was shocked. No one expected that this seemingly ordinary young monk could defeat his opponent so easily, without even showing any mercy.

"This...what kind of martial art is this?" a monk asked in surprise.

"The power of thunder? This... this is the Five Thunders Power! Impossible, how could he be so proficient in it!" Another cultivator widened his eyes in shock.

Ye Fan's victory shocked everyone, especially some talented monks, who were filled with strong vigilance. This seemingly inconspicuous young man was obviously not simple.

As Ye Fan performed, more and more people began to focus their attention on him. Although his opponent was powerful, he was completely unable to compete with him. The power of thunder and lightning was like a divine punishment, instantly deciding the outcome. Ye Fan not only demonstrated his powerful strength, but also won the attention of more cultivators.

And he also knows that the next game will be more difficult - but he is ready.

On the viewing platform of the Loose Cultivator Alliance, a group of cultivators who were regarded as the top talents of the Loose Cultivator Alliance were leisurely watching the fight under the field. Each of them had a strong aura, a calm face, and unfathomable confidence in their eyes. Even though Ye Fan showed an overwhelming victory in the field, it did not cause much ripples in these people.

Sitting in the middle of the high platform was a man, about 27 or 28 years old, with a slender figure, sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, wearing a black robe with gold patterns. He was one of the most famous geniuses in the Loose Cultivator Alliance, named Shen Xiao. He stared coldly at Ye Fan in the audience, with a slight smile on his face, showing a hint of disdain.

"A kid who is famous for his thunder-attributed martial arts can also make those people below so amazed?" Shen Xiao spoke lightly, with a hint of amusement in his tone.

Sitting next to him was a woman in red, playing with a slender silver dagger in her hand. The corners of her lips curled up slightly, her eyes narrowed slightly, and she obviously had no great interest in the competition. Her name was Xiao Ling, and she was one of the strongest people in the Loose Cultivator Alliance, second only to Shen Xiao.

"Senior Brother Shen, don't say that. Although this kid looks immature, his thunder-attributed martial arts are quite interesting. Look at the way he defeated the enemy with one strike just now, he does have some strength." Xiao Ling said with a smile, his voice sweet but with a hint of sarcasm.

Shen Xiao sneered when he heard this: "Interesting? He is just a reckless man who has just started practicing. Although his lightning skills seem good, do you really think that he can gain a foothold in this conference with this level of strength? That's too naive."

Xiao Ling nodded, and then said, "Indeed. These people may be considered geniuses in the eyes of low-level casual cultivators, but in the eyes of the real strong, they are not even a stepping stone. Senior brother, how far do you think he can last in the elimination round?"

Shen Xiao shook his head and said in a cold voice: "If this kind of person meets a real master, he won't even last ten moves. When the elimination round begins, there will be many geniuses, and people like him will naturally be eliminated. There is no need to pay too much attention to him."

At this time, another man slowly spoke. He looked ordinary, dressed in green, and seemed to be taciturn, but in fact he was a powerful and prestigious person in the Loose Cultivator Alliance, named Tang Xu. He looked at Ye Fan with a complicated look, and then said: "Shen Xiao, having said that, I think you should not underestimate any opponent. Although this person's realm is not high, the power of his thunder attribute martial arts is far beyond the norm. More importantly, he is decisive and has no hesitation. If this kind of mentality can continue to grow, he may become your opponent."

"My opponent?" Shen Xiao was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter. His brows were full of contempt, and his laughter echoed on the high platform.

"Junior Brother Tang Xu, do you overestimate him? Since my debut, I, Shen Xiao, have never taken such a small character seriously. His character is indeed good, but the gap in strength is there. If I fight him, I can only last three moves at most." Shen Xiao's tone was full of confidence.

Hearing this, Xiao Ling also chuckled and agreed, "Junior Brother Tang, have you been too cautious recently? It's a bit unlike you to be so concerned about such a small incident."

Tang Xu frowned slightly, but didn't say anything more. He just looked at Ye Fan in the field silently, with a thoughtful light flashing in his eyes.

On the other side of the arena, a heated discussion broke out among the audience.

"That Ye Fan is so powerful! Where did this casual cultivator come from? I've never heard of him before." Someone exclaimed.

"I heard that he just joined the alliance and is quite capable, but why does he suddenly become a dark horse?" another person whispered.

"Dark horse? Don't be naive. No matter how strong he is, he is just a leader among the lower-level cultivators. When he meets those true geniuses, such as Shen Xiao and Xiao Ling, how many moves can he hold out?" An old man shook his head with a look of disapproval on his face.

"That's right. Those geniuses are the backbone of the alliance. Newcomers like Ye Fan will never be able to make it big." Someone said with a sigh.

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Ye Fan paid no attention to all these discussions. He just stood quietly on the arena, feeling the complicated looks from the people around him, sneering in his heart.

"Whether it's contempt or ridicule, one day, I will make you change your mind." Ye Fan looked determined, walked down the arena, and his figure disappeared into the crowd.