It was unknown whether it was because Wang Yan had successfully passed the first round that the thousands of inner sect disciples had enough confidence.
Or perhaps it was because Wang Yan was gone that Coldblood Tie had lost interest and relaxed the assessment.
In just a short while, hundreds of inner sect disciples had successfully passed the first round and arrived at the arched door.
Half a cup of tea's time passed in the blink of an eye. The originally dense crowd of thousands of inner sect disciples was reduced to slightly more than a thousand.
With 10% of Coldblood Tie's strength, only these thousand people had successfully passed the first round. The rest had all been filtered out.
"You people are the elite disciples of my Scorching Sun Sect. You are the hope of the Martial Arts Conference.
"Before this, there will be a sect competition. Everyone must give it their all. No trickery is allowed. Now, all of you, scram into the Meru Space!"
His sharp gaze swept across the thousand inner sect disciples. When it passed by Wang Yan, it stopped for a few seconds, as if he was given special attention.
With that, Coldblood Tie waved his sleeves without waiting for the disciples to react.
Everyone felt their vision blur. The wind whistled past their ears. When they opened their eyes again, they were already in an unknown space.
As for the Sun Sect and the familiar scenery, they had completely disappeared. There was only a white space that was like ripples of water and a mirror.
"This is the Meru Space. You can let loose and fight to your heart's content. You don't have to worry about affecting other things.
"The entire process of your battle will be recorded in real-time. The Sect Master and all the Elders will be able to see it clearly."
"If anyone dares to cheat and doesn't give it their all, I will be the first to drag them out and kick them out of the sect!"
Coldblood Tie's voice reverberated in his ears. Wang Yan could not help but frown. He was very displeased.
He realized that ever since he came out of the ancient mystic realm, Coldblood Tie had been targeting him.
Even during the sect competition this time, Coldblood Tie wanted to make a fuss about this matter. It was as if he would feel uncomfortable if he was not targeting him.
Just as Wang Yan was thinking if he should have a good talk with Coldblood Tie, the white space in front of him suddenly surged rapidly.
In the next instant, a piece of light passed through the space and floated steadily in front of Wang Yan, motionless.
At the same time, everyone who entered the Sumeru Space saw the same scene.
"This is the lot for your battles. Every time you win a battle, the lot will automatically change."
The sinister voice rang clearly in the ears of every disciple that entered the Sumeru Space. Hearing this, Wang Yan frowned.
Among the eight great elders of Sun Sect, apart from Sun Wuwei, who had died long ago, there was another person that Wang Yan hated. It was Coldblooded Tie.
It was even to the extent that Wang Yan wondered at this moment whether it was Han Hong who leaked the news of him obtaining the inheritance of the Extreme Heavens Supreme Exalt to Coldblood Tie, and that was why the latter was targeting him at all times.
"The Sect Minor Competition officially begins!"
Following Cold-Blooded Tie's order, the number in each disciple's hand immediately emitted a faint glow.
At the same time, the sky above the square of Sun Sect suddenly changed. A mirror surface that was as smooth as a mirror appeared.
Everything that happened in the Sumeru Space could be seen clearly on this one hundred chi square mirror.
The disciples inside the virtual space didn't know that at this moment, the number in their hands had already become a ray of light in the eyes of those outside the virtual space.
It intertwined with the light formed by the number in the hands of the other disciples who entered the virtual space, forming a net that covered a hundred miles.
When the net appeared, as long as two lines intersected, then the owner of the two lines, which was the disciple holding the number, would instantly appear in the same space.
This was the function of entering the virtual space for the Sect Minor Competition. It was completely randomly distributed by the formation outlined inside.
His vision blurred. When he opened his eyes again, there was already an unfamiliar inner sect disciple in front of him.
Wang Yan was stunned for a moment, then quickly came to a realization. He nodded and smiled faintly. "Wang Yan."
"Ren Zhengfeng."
After simply introducing himself, Wang Yan made a gesture of invitation, but this inner sect disciple Ren Zhengfeng didn't say anything.
Wang Yan's eyebrows jumped. Just as he was about to ask, he saw Ren Zhengfeng's cold face turn into a bitter gourd.
"Senior-apprentice Brother Wang, can you … can you be lenient?"
Faced with these sudden words, Wang Yan was stunned on the spot. It took him several seconds to recover.
Looking at the bitter smile on his face, Ren Zhengfeng helplessly shook his head. "Senior-apprentice Brother Ren, it's not that I can't, but the rules can't."
"The second elder has already said that you must go all out. You cannot falsify anything, otherwise you will be expelled from the sect."
Suddenly, Ren Zhengfeng said with a sullen face, "Then Senior-apprentice Brother Wang, can you be a bit gentler?"
"A bit gentler?
I … I'll try my best. "
Facing such a strange person, Wang Yan really didn't know what to say. How could he be matched with such an opponent?
Moreover, Ren Zhengfeng was also a peak eighth stage Star Forging martial cultivator. Why didn't he have the courage to fight him?
When did he become so daunting?
"Senior-apprentice Brother Wang, come."
Wang Yan's smile faded. His eyes were as deep as the night, and he coldly stared at Ren Zhengfeng.
"Fists and feet are silent. Senior-apprentice Brother Ren, be careful!"
As he finished speaking, Wang Yan no longer hesitated. He fiercely stomped his foot, and his entire body shot towards Ren Zhengfeng like a cannonball.
While he was still midway, he bent his arm and punched.
The entire movement was done in a single breath, like floating clouds and flowing water, without the slightest sense of stagnation.
An inexplicable and indistinct rhythm of the world rippled outwards. This completely natural feeling caused Ren Zhengfeng's complexion to greatly change.
"This … this is the rules?!"
Ren Zhengfeng involuntarily whispered. He didn't have the slightest bit of fighting spirit left in him. He was prepared to admit defeat on the spot.
But at this time, Cold-Blooded Tie's voice sounded out again, causing Ren Zhengfeng to even have the heart to die.
"Those who admit defeat before even fighting will be regarded as fleeing without fighting and will also be expelled from the sect!"
These words sounded out just in time. Because if he was just a second late, Ren Zhengfeng would have spat out the words' admit defeat '.
It was as if Cold-Blooded Tie was constantly watching Wang Yan's every move, specifically targeting him.
"Fission Fist!"
Wang Yan, who originally planned to use his strongest Earth-rank martial technique right from the start, changed his mind at this moment. He used the Fission Fist that he hadn't used for a long time.
And all of this was because of Cold-Blooded Tie's words just now.
Although the Fission Fist was a yellow-rank martial technique, with Wang Yan's current cultivation, the moment he used it, the momentum was so great that it was comparable to a mystic rank martial technique.
In the vast white space, over twenty fist shadows instantly appeared.
As the fist shadows whizzed over, they once again split into forty, then eighty.
Almost in the blink of an eye, the vast white space was filled with fist shadows.
And at the center of the fist shadows was Ren Zhengfeng. He had already been completely surrounded by the fist shadows!
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