The fourth round's test was relatively simple. It was mainly a test of physical strength.
The medicinal effect of the Sword Origin Fruit was very overbearing. Only when the physical body and Primordial Spirit reached the standard could one withstand the overbearing medicinal effect of the Sword Origin Fruit.
The purpose of these few rounds was very strong. It was to select the most suitable candidate.
In a short while, the competition began.
The requirement for physical strength was very high. Therefore, there were people who were eliminated from the beginning.
At this time, everyone felt the cruelty of the competition.
However, there was no choice. There were only nine Sword Origin Fruits. Moreover, they ripened once every 30,000 years.
Therefore, no matter what, they would do their best to seize this opportunity.
The strongest nine people passed the test very easily. They did not even reveal too much of their strength.
Zi Dao also passed the test, but he was a little embarrassed.
It seemed that physical strength was his weakness.
Fang Chen looked at the purple saber, deep in thought.
If he met Zi Dao in the finals, he might be able to attack his physical body.
In the following tests, martial artists were eliminated one after another.
After an hour, the fourth round of the competition ended.
This round was very cruel. There were a total of 100 people. In the end, only 47 people successfully advanced. The remaining 53 people were all eliminated.
It was not that their physical bodies were not strong enough. It was that the 47 people who advanced had too strong physical bodies.
After the fourth round of the competition ended, Yuan Gu simply said a few words and let everyone go back.
Tie Lie Yuan was the first on the Blacksmith Ranking. His name shook the Lower Realm. Naturally, he received Yuan Gu's hospitality.
In the blink of an eye, everyone dispersed.
At night.
Fang Chen closed his eyes and cultivated. He recalled the day's competition in his mind.
After some comprehension, the aura around his body revolved.
In his qi sea, the Nine-pointed Astral Light was filled with power. He felt that he could break through at any time.
However, it was this feeling that prevented him from breaking through.
After a long time, Fang Chen stopped cultivating.
"The laws are too illusory. It's very difficult to comprehend."
Fang Chen muttered to himself.
After a silent night, early the next morning.
Including Fang Chen, the 48 martial artists who advanced to the finals all came to the square.
Yuan Gu and Emperor Black Blade came together. Tie Lie Yuan was also among them.
"Today is the fifth round of the Sword Origin Fruit Contest. It's also the final round. This round is very simple. It's a two-on-one battle." Yuan Gu said loudly.
"48 martial artists will draw lots. Martial artists who draw the same number will fight. The loser will be eliminated. The winner will continue to fight."
Yuan Gu gave a simple explanation of the rules of the battle. They were not allowed to deliberately injure others.
Of course, he also said that swords and spears had no eyes in battle. If he felt that he was no match for his opponent, he should immediately admit defeat. He could not joke about his life.
If they did not admit defeat, they would die in vain.
Fang Chen felt that these words were targeted at him, but he didn't say anything.
Next, the draw.
Forty-eight people walked up to the rostrum to draw lots. Soon, the lot drawing was completed.
Fang Chen opened his lot. It was number one. This meant that he would be the first to go up to battle.
"Alright, now that we've gotten the lots, the competition will officially begin. The two people who have drawn lot number one will come up to the stage and fight," Yuan Gu said.
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Yuan Liang took out his Sword Origin Fruit Contest and walked to the practice platform.
Just as he was looking around for his opponent, he suddenly saw the scene he did not want to see the most.
"Sanguinati."
Yuan Liang's expression changed. A trace of fear actually appeared in his heart.
Under everyone's gazes, Fang Chen walked to the practice platform.
"I didn't expect the first battle to be you." Fang Chen smiled. "Do you still want to fight?"
Fang Chen's meaning was very clear. He wanted Yuan Liang to admit defeat.
In the Ancestral Land of Inheritance, he had defeated Yuan Liang and killed Yuan Ming.
Now, his strength had advanced by leaps and bounds. Yuan Liang was not his match at all.
"Humph. Want to make me lose without a fight? Dream on," Yuan Liang said in a deep voice. His eyes were filled with killing intent.
"Then let's fight."
Fang Chen did not want to waste time and said indifferently.
Yuan Liang was completely infuriated by Fang Chen's arrogance. His aura fluctuated and his strength burst out.
"Sanguinati, go to hell!"
Yuan Liang roared and attacked Fang Chen with a tyrannical attack.
Bang!
With a loud sound, a figure flew out from the practice platform and landed heavily on the ground.
Everyone looked over and was shocked to find that the person on the ground was not Sanguinati, but Yuan Liang.
"How is this possible?"
Some of the martial artists who did not know Sanguinati exclaimed.
Yuan Liang was a ninth level Creation Realm expert. There were few who could match him in the younger generation.
However, he was punched by Sanguinati.
"How strong is Sanguinati?"
"Heavens, is Sanguinati comparable to a Life and Death Realm Emperor?"
Many people exclaimed. A Creation Realm genius comparable to a Life and Death Realm Emperor was too rare.
Yuan Liang was one of the elites of the Yuan Clan's younger generation. He carried the hopes of the younger generation. However, he was sent flying by Sanguinati with a single punch.
Puchi
Yuan Liang spat out a mouthful of blood. His face was pale.
He roared at the sky in anger.
However, he did not have enough stamina to stand. He knew he could not fight anymore. He could only watch unwillingly as Sanguinati won the competition.
"Sanguinati wins." Yuan Gu said.
There was no expression on his face.
He had only defeated Yuan Liang, which was within his expectations.
After Sanguinati won, the other disciples of the Yuan Clan were next.
After ten battles, all the Creation Realm martial artists who had advanced to the finals were eliminated.
The next battle was between Life and Death Realm Emperors.
The Life and Death Realm Emperor was called Yuan Hei.
He was at the third level of Life and Death Realm, and his opponent was a fourth level Life and Death Realm expert.
"Yuan Hei, admit defeat."
"Impossible." Yuan Hei said in a deep voice.
Rumble …
The battle began. The fourth level Life and Death Realm Yuan Clan expert stretched out a large hand, and a terrifying power instantly swept over.
However, Yuan Hei did not panic at all. He calmly dealt with it.
Just as the large hand was about to attack, Yuan Hei's figure disappeared like a ghost.
"En."
This scene attracted Fang Chen's attention.
He spread out his Spiritual Sense and carefully sensed the void.
"Nothing."
Fang Chen was somewhat surprised. Yuan Hei's concealment technique was so profound.
He did not believe it and continued to probe.
Dong Dong Dong
The golden heart beat rapidly, and a clear stream appeared. At the same time, space-time energy surrounded his body.
Fang Chen closed his eyes, and his body gradually merged with space-time.
At this moment, he could clearly see where Yuan Hei was hiding.
"What an exquisite concealment technique." Fang Chen could not help but sigh.
If not for the fact that he had inherited the Bone Progenitor's space-time cultivation system and the help of the Space-Time True Intent, he would not have been able to discover Yuan Hei.
"As expected, I cannot underestimate anyone."
Rumble …
The fourth level Life and Death Realm martial artist wanted to use absolute power to force Yuan Hei to reveal himself.
However, he discovered that he was wrong. Yuan Hei's concealment technique was praised by Fang Chen. He could not force him to reveal himself.
Bang!
Yuan Hei found an opportunity and punched out, launching a fierce and domineering attack.
In an instant, the fourth level Life and Death Realm martial artist was forced to retreat.
By the time the fourth level Life and Death Realm martial artist reacted, Yuan Hei had already sent him flying with a kick.
"Thank you for letting me win."
Yuan Hei chuckled and cupped his fists.
Yuan Hei's concealment technique attracted the attention of others.
The following battles were all internal battles of the Yuan Race. Although they were fierce, they did not go too far and could be considered friendly.
Until the last battle, Fang Chen once again perked up.
Purple Blade's luck was pretty good. His opponent was a first level Life and Death Realm martial artist.
"Purple Blade, your luck is pretty good. You actually advanced to the finals. However, you have no chance of winning against me." The martial artist said.
Purple Blade calmly said, "If I don't try, how do I know I won't succeed?"
It could be seen that Purple Blade was very confident in himself.
"Alright, I won't show any mercy."
The martial artist said with a hearty laugh.
Rumble …
A dense aura emanated from his body, forcing Purple Blade to retreat.
On the platform, Monarch Black Blade looked at his disciple with a smile.
At the side, Yuan Gu shook his head. "Yuan Jin can't block Purple Blade's attack."
As soon as Yuan Gu's voice fell, the situation on the stage changed.
Suddenly, a purple shadow appeared around Purple Saber.