The Dragon-Tiger Championship organizers did extremely excellent work in guarding against Jun Changxiao, completely denying him any opportunity to advertise again.
So when the second day’s events ended, the entire continent didn’t see that fellow’s handsome face.
The whole world became peaceful, and life became more beautiful!
Of course.
The advertising effect was still there.
Especially with the Eternal Sect successively defeating first and second-rate sects to advance to the third round, it undoubtedly moved many young men and women’s hearts.
“Once the competition ends, I must go to Qingyang Commandery!”
“I’m already a bit impatient.”
“I heard this sect’s assessment is very strict. I wonder if I can pass.”
Regardless of which sect ultimately won the Dragon-Tiger Championship, Ironbone Mountain would soon attract large numbers of youths to participate in the assessment.
With the Eternal Sect’s current numbers, absorbing another wave of disciples would bring them much closer to the twenty thousand capacity.
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The next day.
Jun Changxiao again sat in the observation seats.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Ten burly men stood before him, only leaving him a gap to watch the duels.
Being so closely protected by so many Martial Emperors—looking across the entire Falling Star Continent, it would be hard to find such treatment.
“Invite the participants to enter!”
City Lord Han’s resonant voice rang out again.
“Swish!”
“Swish!”
The Eternal Sect disciples strode forth. The entire venue immediately erupted with thunderous cheers.
In a world that revered martial strength, the strong were most worshipped. Li Qingyang and the others’ performances in the first two rounds had undoubtedly attracted countless fans!
“Ye Xingchen!”
“Ye Xingchen!”
A group of young women excitedly shouted.
“…” The male audience’s mouths twitched.
That fellow was so brutal yesterday, yet you care about him so much. Were your brains kicked by donkeys!
Mainly the Night Emperor’s aura was strong.
Especially these two days constantly standing proudly with folded arms—he was absolutely a lady killer.
In the first round against a first-rate sect, although Xiao Zuiji performed very brilliantly, due to his aura, he was instead selectively ignored by many girls.
Hearing someone calling his name, Ye Xingchen frowned slightly: “A bunch of vulgar powder!”
“Ah! Ye Xingchen is looking at me!”
“That cold gaze is just too handsome!”
“I can’t take it anymore, I can’t take it!”
…
Fifty sect disciples successively entered the venue.
Same old rules.
They continued drawing lots.
Li Qingyang also didn’t speak. He walked toward the lottery box and casually drew out a token from inside.
After two rounds of bad luck, this time they finally had good luck!
The Eternal Sect’s third round opponent was a third-rate sect.
“It’s over, it’s over.”
The drawn sect’s disciples’ faces showed despair.
Especially looking toward Ye Xingchen, thinking of yesterday’s terrifying violent scenes, a chill ran straight up their spines from the soles of their feet!
“This third-rate sect is so pitiful!”
“Moment of silence for them.”
The audience was now extremely optimistic about the Eternal Sect. As long as they didn’t encounter a first-rate sect or a sect with top-tier geniuses, they would definitely advance smoothly!
Indeed.
After the lottery ended and the duels began.
The Eternal Sect easily defeated this third-rate sect whose name even the author was too lazy to give.
“Too simple.”
Su Xiaomo shook her head: “Wasn’t even as satisfying as sparring in the sect.”
Li Qingyang said: “This is only the third round. The opponents later will only get stronger. Don’t be complacent.”
…
Several hours later.
The third round of duels all ended. A total of twenty-five sects advanced to the fourth round.
Today’s competition also produced an upset—Iron Fist Gate, as a third-rate sect, defeated a second-rate sect from Central Honor Province!
The two sects chose the all-out brawl mode.
Initially, the second-rate sect absolutely suppressed Iron Fist Gate, but Zhao Dazhuang, relying on his formidable physical body, sent dozens of martial artists flying, directly establishing victory!
This was typical of using individual power to forcibly carry the sect into the next round.
“That fellow is too strong!”
“His whole body seems like steel and iron bones. Enduring bombardment from so many people, he could still counterattack!”
“Eternal Sect’s Xiao Zuiji also has good defense. When these two meet, they’ll surely put on a spectacular physical confrontation!”
Everyone was very much looking forward to it.
In the waiting area, after seeing Zhao Dazhuang fight, Xiao Zuiji’s eyes showed even stronger battle intent.
…
Twenty-five sects advanced, so how would they be distributed?
If a situation occurred where not all could be matched with opponents, the organizers would choose to give one sect a bye.
As it happened, it was quite coincidental.
In the final match, the victorious sect’s disciples were all injured. After evaluation by the sect’s higher-ups, they couldn’t continue fighting in the next round and could only helplessly announce their withdrawal.
The later it got, the more intensely participants fought. Mutual destruction or difficult victories were common occurrences.
This was still good—at least they won before withdrawing.
In previous Dragon-Tiger Championships, occasionally two evenly matched sects would appear, fighting until everyone collapsed on the ground without determining victory, and could only be judged as both going home together hand in hand.
…
The third day’s duels ended.
Qingyang Commandery and Southwest Yang Province gradually calmed down from their initial excitement.
Normally, this scale of competition should get harder the further along, but the Eternal Sect gave them the feeling—the fighting got easier the further along!
Especially the third round opponent could be said to have required no effort whatsoever.
Starting with a first-rate sect and reaching the peak, then encountering weaker opponents afterward naturally seemed dull by comparison.
At this time.
What could stimulate everyone’s senses would be the Eternal Sect’s next round opponent encountering another first-rate sect!
“There are still four first-rate sects. Tomorrow there’s a high probability of drawing one.”
“Tsk tsk, a fifth-rate sect in the Dragon-Tiger Championship, successively encountering two first-rate sects—just thinking about it is thrilling!”
“Hope that Li Qingyang fellow doesn’t wash his hands. Draw a first-rate sect tomorrow!”
These two days’ duels were exciting, but the audience was more willing to see the Eternal Sect contend with first-rate sects, because that’s where the passion was!
念念不忘, one’s wishes come true.
On the fourth competition day, Li Qingyang again walked to the lottery platform. When he stretched out his hand, City Lord Han loudly shouted: “The Eternal Sect’s opponent is—Heavenly Dipper Sacred Sect!”
“Another first-rate sect!”
“Hahaha, there’s a good show to watch!”
The entire continent erupted into boiling excitement following City Lord Han’s announcement!
“No way.”
The strictly guarded Jun Changxiao covered his forehead: “How did we encounter a first-rate sect again!”
On the Dragon-Tiger Championship arena, no low-level sect had ever successively encountered two first-rate sects, because encountering one meant certain elimination.
“Second Senior Brother!”
Ye Xingchen couldn’t take it anymore, saying in a deep voice: “Tomorrow I’ll draw!”
Ever since Ao Wushuang kept provoking, he wanted to become next round’s opponent, but time after time drawing lots, time after time disappointed.
“Fine.”
Li Qingyang said: “You draw tomorrow.”
“Whew!”
Su Xiaomo exhaled: “The first two rounds were too easy. This round we finally encountered someone we can fight.”
“Crack!”
“Crack!”
Long Ziyang, Song Xuanzhou and the others all rubbed their fists.
“Let’s go.”
Li Qingyang strode forth.
Su Xiaomo and the others followed closely behind. Their backs once again turned pitch black, as if entering demon mode again!
“Tap tap tap!”
Li Qingyang and the others all stood upon the dueling platform.
The projection array gave them shots one by one, gradually coming to a distance. That transparent iron and steel momentum instantly permeated the entire venue.
“…”
Seeing the Eternal Sect disciples’ explosive terrifying aura, various sect bosses’ mouths immediately twitched.
Clearly just a fifth-rate sect—why did their entrance special effects have to be so arrogantly impressive!
“Swish!”
Suddenly, Jun Changxiao sitting in the observation platform abruptly stood up.
This sudden action startled the ten burly men into explosive readiness as if facing a great enemy. Some had even extended hands to press him down!
“Heavenly Dipper Sacred Sect!”
Jun Changxiao raised his hand in a tight fist, loudly shouting: “Hold on!”
“Thud!”
The sect bosses all toppled over together.
Big brother, your disciples came to duel, but you came to be funny, right!
“Heavenly Dipper Sacred Sect, hold on!”
“Heavenly Dipper Sacred Sect, hold on!”
Following Jun Changxiao’s lead, the entire venue immediately erupted with loud shouting.
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