Ling Hu, nineteen years old, had just entered a high level Profound Practitioner, cultivated the Grey Rank Profound Skill, Fierce Tiger Art, specialized in fist techniques, extremely powerful, ranked fifth in last year's competition, his strength was evident.
Ling Guang, twenty years old, had just entered the middle level Profound Practitioner, cultivated the Grey Rank Profound Skill, Heavy Blade Art. Last year, with the strength of a low level Profound Practitioner, he was ranked tenth. Now that he had broken through again, he thought that he would be able to rise by at least two ranks, but who would have thought that he would meet Ling Hu, who had broken through to a high level Profound Practitioner.
At the side of the stage, the Patriarch and all the elders were sitting at the side, personally watching the competition between the strongest of the younger generation.
After Ninth Elder Ling Fujian explained some of the rules of the competition, he announced the start of the competition.
Ling Guang cupped his hands and said to Ling Hu: "Please show mercy."
Ling Hu politely replied: "Please!"
Just as Ling Hu's words fell, Ling Guang's feet stepped on the ground, and his entire body suddenly shot out. His movements were extremely fast, like a cheetah hunting its prey, making it impossible to defend against.
When he was almost in front of Ling Hu, he placed one hand behind his back and slashed out with his heavy blade.
Ling Guang was a direct descendant of the Ling Family, and his status was not low. He used a large blade that followed him like a shadow, chopping towards Ling Hu's head.
The crowd below the stage cried out in alarm, no one expected Ling Guang to take the initiative, and his speed was so fast that it made people speechless.
The heavy blade that was chopping down on his head emitted a cold aura, if it was a profound practitioner of the same level, they would probably be intimidated.
However, Ling Hu was a level higher than Ling Guang, and he had a lot of experience in facing enemies. He calmly raised his hands to meet the attack.
The Ling Family disciples who had never seen Ling Zhan in action all cried out in alarm.
"He doesn't want his life, he actually dares to use his bare hands to receive Ling Guang's heavy blade."
"Maybe he thinks too highly of himself, thinking that he can easily win just because he is a small level higher. It seems like his hands are going to be crippled."
"What do you know, don't you see what Ling Hu has on his hands?
What an ignorant idiot. "
… ….
Ling Hu was not stupid, if he did not have the confidence to receive this blade, he would definitely not dare to use his hands to receive Ling Guang's blade, because his hands were covered with his unique weapon, a high level first level Gold Silk Glove, which was made from the skin of a second level Mountain Pangolin Beast, and low level weapons could not be damaged in the slightest.
That was why Ling Hu dared to use both his hands to receive the attack.
However, Ling Guang seemed to have expected this. The blade that was about to slash at Ling Hu's face suddenly changed direction and slashed towards Ling Hu's neck.
This change was unexpected, causing everyone below the stage to be shocked, while the elders on the viewing platform all cast praising looks, seemingly very satisfied with Ling Guang's change of move.
Ling Hu raised his eyebrows and shouted, "Good!" Then, he used his left hand to block the attack.
"Ding!" Their weapons clashed.
Under the full force of the heavy blade, Ling Hu took half a step back, but his left hand was not damaged at all. It was clear that his golden silk gloves were indeed extraordinary.
Ling Guang saw that his blade had no effect and shouted, "Shadowless Heavy Blade!"
Countless saber shadows surrounded Ling Hu's body. Before the saber attack arrived, it had already created a wave of painful saber light.
This was Ling Guang's strongest move at the moment. The difference between him and Ling Hu was not small, so he went all out from the beginning, taking advantage of the fact that Ling Hu had not used his full strength to defeat Ling Hu.
The Ling family disciples at the side of the arena cried out in surprise again. Most of the people below the stage were at the Martial Disciple level. They were able to watch the competition of the Profound Practitioner level, which was very beneficial to them. At the same time, it also allowed them to gain a deeper understanding of the opportunity to advance.
Ling Xiao sized up Ling Guang's saber attack from the side and muttered, "This move does not look weak, but it's just a facade. If it was used with a sword, it would be more or less the same, but the heavy blade should be hidden without a sharp edge, using strength to break through ten thousand catties. This move has really lost its true meaning."
Ling Li, who was standing at the side, lightly glanced at Ling Xiao, then turned back to the stage.
On the stage, Ling Hu similarly counterattacked with a fierce move. The aura of his entire body rose, and only a loud roar could be seen from his mouth, like the roar of a tiger in the forest, deafening everyone. At the same time, both of his fists turned into fist shadows that filled the sky.
"Tiger roaring in the forest."
"Ding ding."
The shadow of the saber and the shadow of the fist intersected, producing a series of sounds.
Ling Guang had used all his strength in this move, and just when he was exhausted, Ling Hu, on the other hand, had just regained his strength.
"Lose!" He blocked Ling Guang's heavy blade with one fist and punched towards Ling Hu's lower abdomen with the other.
"Boom."
Ling Guang immediately flew out of the arena like a kite with a broken string.
"Pfft." Ling Guang fell outside the stage, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
Immediately after, two Ling family guards carried Ling Guang off the stage.
On the stage, Elder Ling Fu then announced, "Ling Hu wins!"
"Wow!
Big Brother Ling Hu is really fierce. "
"That's right. One day, I want to be like Big Brother Ling Hu. He's too powerful."
"Big Brother Ling Hu has always been my idol. Not only do I want to be as strong as him, but I also want to surpass him."
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Below the stage, the collateral descendants who supported Ling Hu all cheered for him.
The next two competitors were the other two disciples of the Ling Family. Both of them had the strength of a low level Profound Practitioner. This competition could be said to be evenly matched. After an intense battle, both of them were injured, and the one who stood up was declared the winner. However, no matter who won or lost, they could not participate in the next round of the competition.
This battle caused the blood of the Ling family descendants below the stage to boil, and their eyes revealed a desire to break through to the Profound Practitioner level as soon as possible.
The third battle began, and Elder Ling Fu once again announced, "Ling Zhi and Ling Xing, go up the stage."
When these two people were called, cheers erupted from below the stage. It turned out that these two people were quite popular among the younger generation of the Ling family.
Ling Li, who was beside Ling Xiao, once again said, "Pay attention to Ling Xing."
Ling Xiao nodded in understanding, and then looked towards Ling Xing.
He saw a young man who was about twenty years old, wearing a green martial robe, and somewhat similar to Ling Rui. A green long sword was tied behind his back, and his wild long hair was casually draped over his shoulders. He looked somewhat otherworldly.
This was Ling Xing, Ling Rui's blood brother. He had the strength of a high-level Profound Practitioner. Last year, he only lost to Ling Li by one move, and was ranked fourth. He was one of the best among the eighteen generations of disciples.
On the viewing platform, Second Elder Ling Mo transmitted his voice to Fifth Elder beside him, "Fifth Elder, Ling Xing has a chance to break through to the Profound Practitioner level in half a year!"
Fifth Elder Ling Yan revealed a proud expression, "Ling Xing is the only one who is a little more capable, but he is still far from Kuang 'er. Even Zhi' er is not inferior to him. He is only fifteen years old, and he has already broken through to the low-level Profound Practitioner level. His talent is not inferior to Kuang 'er's!"
Ling Mo revealed an imperceptible smile, and then changed the topic, "When you go back, you have to supervise Ling Xing and let him break through as soon as possible. Ling Li will definitely become a Profound Practitioner within three months."
Ling Yan looked at Ling Mo vaguely, and then nodded silently.
On the stage, Elder Ling Fu announced the start of the competition.
Ling Zhi cupped his hands towards Ling Xing and said, "Brother Xing, you have to show mercy!"
Ling Xing laughed, "I won't use any weapons. If you can withstand ten moves, then you win."
Ling Zhi was the grandson of Second Elder Ling Mo, and Ling Xing was the grandson of Fifth Elder Ling Yan. Both of them were from the same clan, and had a close relationship in private.
Ling Zhi shook the first level high grade spear in his hand, and shouted, "Then I won't be polite, watch my spear!"
The spear drilled out like a snake, and in an instant, it was already at Ling Xing's throat. It was so fast that it was hard to catch.
Ling Xing was not afraid at all, and very calmly made a backward movement, and his throat barely avoided Ling Zhi's spear. At the same time, before Ling Zhi could retract his spear, Ling Xing kicked out with 50% of his Profound Strength, and directly kicked Ling Zhi's spear away.
The spear left his hand, but Ling Zhi did not give up. He soared into the air, grabbed the spear again, and fiercely smashed it towards Ling Xing below.
The aura of the spear was like a rainbow, and a grey spear shadow appeared in mid-air.
"Good move!" Ling Xing's back was straight and his eyes were bright as he praised Ling Zhi. He dodged Ling Zhi's attack like a phantom and at the same time, his palm turned into a claw and grabbed onto Ling Zhi's spear with one hand. He then turned his body and kicked towards Ling Zhi's shoulder.
His movements were extremely fast, and the Ling Family disciples below the stage were dazzled.
"Pa!" Ling Zhi suffered a kick, and his spear was snatched away. He took two steps back, and his face was slightly pale.
Ling Xing threw the spear back to Ling Zhi, and said with a smile, "Little Brother Zhi, you lost!"
Ling Zhi caught the spear, and nodded, "It's not an injustice to lose to Brother Xing."
Ling Zhi was only a low level Profound Practitioner, and Ling Xing was a high level Profound Practitioner. Even if Ling Xing did not use a weapon, it would be extremely easy for him to defeat Ling Zhi.
Elder Ling Fu announced, "Ling Xing wins!"
Ling Xing and Ling Zhi got off the stage together, and Ling Zhi whispered to Ling Xing, "Brother Xing, I'll have to trouble you to teach that bastard Ling Xiao a lesson."
Hearing the two words' Ling Xiao ', Ling Xing's eyes flashed, and he said faintly, "Hmph, so what if he's a Profound Practitioner? He's just a low level Profound Practitioner. I'll personally beat him back to his original state."
Ling Xing and his family had long held a deep grudge against Ling Xiao's family, and recently, because his brother Ling Rui was almost expelled from the family, he vented his anger on Ling Xiao. Naturally, Ling Xing would not let Ling Xiao off so easily.
The next match was Ling Li's turn, and his opponent was another Ling Family disciple who only had the strength of a low level Profound Practitioner. There was no suspense in the outcome, and he was sent out of the stage with just one move.
The next match was between two middle level Profound Practitioners, and in the end, Ling Hua, who was ranked sixth last year, obtained the final victory after a hundred moves.
The last battle of the first round of the Profounder Realm was between the mid rank Profounder, Ling Tian, and the low rank Profounder, Ling Hong. Something worthy of mention was that Ling Hong was the granddaughter of the Sixth Elder, and she was the only 17 year old female amongst the two that were above the Profounder Realm.
On the stage, Ling Tian crossed his arms in front of his chest, and looked at Ling Hong with disdain, "You're not my opponent, and I don't want to make things difficult for you. Admit defeat."
Ling Hong was someone who refused to admit defeat, and upon hearing Ling Tian's disdain, she immediately shouted, "If you want to win, then get me off the stage first."
As she finished speaking, her hands trembled, and two sparkling curved daggers appeared. Under the sunlight, they were extremely dazzling and extraordinary.
"It's actually a low level 2 Twin Moon Sword!" The moment the daggers appeared, someone below the stage cried out in surprise.
"I didn't think that the Sixth Elder would think so highly of Ling Hong. She had just become a Profound Practitioner, and he immediately gave her this Twin Moon Sword. He's really willing to spend a lot of money."
"With the Twin Moon Sword, Ling Hong's battle strength has increased by at least one level. It won't be so easy for Ling Tian to win."