Ling Ji, who thought that victory was already in his grasp, was dumbfounded. Through the exclamations below the stage, he finally understood that the spell that locked onto him was actually a second rank Star Magic.
"I admit defeat!"
In fear, Ling Ji hastily left the stage!
What kind of joke was this? That was a second rank Star Magic. Not to mention that he was only at the True Pellet Realm, even if he had advanced to the Transcendent Realm, the slightest mistake could cause his soul to scatter.
Xiu!
Li Can, who had dispersed the terrifying blood fire, was like a completely different person!
Domineering and fearless.
After the gloomy Ling Ji left the stage, he still had a lingering fear. Even if you beat him to death, he wouldn't dare believe that the infamous Li Can of the Supreme Li School could actually control a second rank Star Magic.
Ling Ji knew that he still had a more powerful trump card that he had yet to use, but he absolutely couldn't contend against that terrifying blood fire. If he had hesitated for even a moment, he didn't know if he would have had a chance to survive.
With the end of Li Can and Ling Ji's battle, the first round of the Ultimate Competition was over.
In the first round of the battles, every single battle was extremely horrifying. Besides Li Can, the other nine victors had all suffered heavy injuries.
However, the ten of them had already succeeded, successfully obtaining the qualifications to enter the Five Directions Sacred Realm!
"The second round!
First Platform, number four thousand two hundred and eightieth Hua Yin! "Xi Zhiwei, who looked like a hanged ghost, pulled a long face and said in a low voice.
It was no wonder that a mere outer sect Hua Village could obtain the qualifications to enter the Five Directions Sacred Realm, and the Xi Zhi Zun School he controlled only had one junior enter the final round. His mood could be imagined.
"First Platform, number three hundred and fifteen Xuan Ya!" Grandpa Lin, who was calm and collected, also took out an identity card.
"Second Platform, number thirty seven Tai Wei!" Without any hesitation, Xi Zhiwei also took out Tai Wei's identity card.
Menglin didn't expect that Tai Wei and Hua Yin would both be fighting in the second round.
Great-grandfather Lin took out a nameplate from the wooden jar without hesitation.
With a stern voice, he shouted, "Number 55 Ying Jie of the second fighting platform!"
Menglin's heart relaxed.
He rejoiced for Hua Yin and Tai Wei's good luck.
Indeed, among the remaining 180 participants, Menglin also believed that Xuan Ya and Ying Jie's battle prowess were at the bottom.
Although Xuan Ya and Ying Jie also came from the illustrious Five Great Supreme Sects, they were not the strongest. They practically stumbled and stumbled, but with some luck, they made it into the Ultimate Competition.
After the battle began, it was completely within Menglin's expectations.
Tai Wei obeyed Menglin's instructions and immediately executed his Mammoth Battle Technique and Falling from the Heavens.
Even though Ying Jie had taken out a mysterious defensive artifact, he was still blasted out of the arena by the might of the stage. He was lucky enough to keep his life.
As for Hua Yin's opponent, Xuan Ya, after seeing Hua Yin use her Second Rank Star Magic Cyan Light Ball, she decisively swept off the platform.
There was no other way. The unresigned Xuan Ya indeed had hidden an even more powerful killing move, but against an unstoppable and locked-on Second Rank Star Magic, she could only helplessly concede defeat.
"Third round, platform number seven, number thirty-eight!" Xi Zhi Wei still had the appearance of a hanged ghost, his voice gloomy.
Grandpa Lin quickly took out a nameplate from his wooden jar.
"Platform number seven, number five, Ben Zhenkai!" With a stern shout, Grandpa Lin announced Ben Zhenkai's opponent.
"Zhentian, be careful!" Menglin couldn't help but cautiously warn.
At this time, against anyone, he couldn't relax in the slightest.
Those who could make it into the Ultimate Competition were definitely not ordinary people.
After an incense stick's worth of time, Menglin, who had his eyes fixed on platform number seven, saw Ben Zhenkai concede defeat and let out a sigh of relief.
As one of the thirty-six Great Clans, although the Ben Clan's luck was not bad, having two direct descendants enter the final round, Ben Zhenkai's battle strength was clearly weaker.
Menglin didn't expect that in the first three rounds, Tai Wei, Hua Yin, and Ben Zhenkai would all appear and pass, successfully obtaining their respective spots in the Five Great Sacred Realms.
After Meng Lin relaxed, he started to enjoy watching the intense fights of others, gaining experience from this experience.
Fourth round!
Fifth round!
Sixth round!
Seventh round!
Eighth round!
What Menglin didn't expect was that in the next five rounds, his nameplate still wasn't drawn.
The Ultimate Competition was nearing its end, and there were only two rounds left.
Of the eighty martial practitioners who had already obtained the qualifications to enter the Five Directional Sacred Realm, other than a very small number, all of them were either heavily injured or lightly injured. There were even a few who were in a miserable state, suffering from severe injuries that would cause them to lose their ability to fight in a short period of time.
It was hard to imagine how difficult it would be to survive after entering the Five Great Sacred Realms in three days.
Outside the Ultimate Competition Area, many powerhouses were already anxiously thinking about whether they could trade for a precious spot from the martial artists who had obtained the right to enter the Five Great Sacred Realms.
"Ninth round, first stage …" Xi Zhi Wei, who had been sullen all this time, finally smiled.
This was because his grandson, Xi Zhisheng, had finally defeated his opponent in the eighth round and obtained the right to enter the Five Great Sacred Realms.
This could be considered as redeeming some face for the Xi Zhi Venerable Sect.
It would be a joke if the Xi Zhi Venerable Sect, as one of the Five Supreme Sects, was completely annihilated in this Ultimate Competition and none of them obtained the right to enter the Five Great Sacred Realms.
Telemark also passed the ninth round easily.
Menglin, who was a little relaxed, looked around at the other nineteen martial artists who were going to fight in the tenth round. His black eyes narrowed slightly, and his expression was a little solemn.
Among the remaining twenty contestants, besides Menglin, there were three ruthless people, Yuan Kankan, Hai Yan, and Ying Xiu.
Moreover, there was one person that Menglin was quite concerned about, Lin Wudao!
If they were a little closer, Menglin could even easily feel the faint connection between him and Lin Wudao.
Menglin knew in his heart that this was because the heart of Lin Wudao's heart was dug out from his heart, which was the bloodline of a Star Venerable!
"Tenth round, first platform …"
"First platform …"
As Xi Zhiwei and Old Master Lin drew their identity nameplates one after another, the twenty contestants, including themselves, became nervous.
"Ninth platform, number 39 Menglin!"
Xi Zhiwei looked at Old Master Lin with a smile, as he had finally drawn Menglin's identity nameplate. He was eager to know Menglin's opponent.
Xi Zhiwei, who was in a good mood, knew that besides Menglin, there were only three identity nameplates in the Sunken Wooden Jar. Yuan Kankan's, Ying Xiu's, and Lin Wudao's.
Xi Zhiwei thought that if Old Master Lin drew Lin Wudao, it would be a beautiful scene!
That was what it meant to kill each other. That was what it meant to be a fated encounter.
Little did he know that Old Master Lin's face was very calm, without the slightest hint of nervousness or worry.