36: The purpose of the martial arts tournament

Three days passed in the blink of an eye, and on this very day.

"All qualified Disciples, proceed to the Death Arena and assemble immediately!"

That domineering voice, like rolling thunder, resounded throughout the entire City of Chaos.

Upon hearing this, Ji Mo looked up in the direction of the voice, then calmly stepped out of his courtyard and walked toward the Death Arena.

When he arrived at the Death Arena, the scene before him truly opened his eyes.

The Death Arena was circular, with an architectural style similar to a bullring, but its area was at least ten times larger than an ordinary bullring.

The surrounding walls were over twenty meters high, and they were packed densely with people.

The City Lord, Shangguan Batian, sat high in the central position, with a row of people possessing extraordinary Auras sitting neatly on both his left and right sides.

Ji Mo sensed them secretly, and his heart couldn't help but be fiercely shocked; these people were actually all Innate Cultivators.

Innate Masters, rarely seen on ordinary days, had appeared here all at once, numbering over twenty.

Ji Mo couldn't help but feel puzzled, filled with speculation about the City of Chaos's intention in holding this event.

Holding a martial arts tournament for no reason, and offering such generous rewards—what exactly were they trying to achieve?

Just as Ji Mo was pondering, Shangguan Batian's voice from the ring happened to resolve the doubts in his heart.

"I know you are all curious about why my City of Chaos would suddenly hold this martial arts tournament and offer such generous rewards.

Actually, the reason is simple. First, these resources might be incomparably precious to you at the moment, but to me, they are merely a drop in the ocean."

Having said this, he turned his head to look at a hooded woman behind him, a look of heartache appearing on his face, "Yanran, come here."

Afterward, he cast his gaze toward the crowd below the stage and continued speaking: "Young talents, the person beside me is my daughter, Shangguan Yanran.

My daughter is naturally beautiful, possessing a stunning, peerless countenance, and she is also gifted with extraordinary talent.

At the age of eighteen, she comprehended six-tenths of Sword Intent, and her future was bright.

However, when she was nineteen and attempting to break through to the Innate Realm, she absorbed a Saint-grade Legacy but was tragically ambushed.

It was not a Legacy at all, but the remnant Soul of a Saint-grade Yao Race, attempting to perform Possession on my daughter's body.

Fortunately, I discovered it in time and used supreme means to temporarily suppress that Yao Race remnant Soul.

But now, the Yao Race remnant Soul and my daughter are in a state of Soul symbiosis, and her body has even shown signs of becoming half-Yao.

My daughter has wanted to end her life several times; how could I bear to let her continue like this?

For the past two years, I have traveled everywhere, visiting friends from all sides and spending countless resources, yet I have achieved nothing.

Now, there are only three ways to save my daughter."

At this point, Shangguan Batian's face showed sorrow. He paused for a moment before continuing.

"The first method is to find a Saint-grade powerhouse and use the Soul power of a Saint-grade powerhouse to forcibly annihilate that Saint-grade Yao remnant Soul.

Although I am already a Peak Void Shattering Realm powerhouse, the Saint-grade Realm is like an insurmountable mountain that I have been unable to break through.

The second method is to find someone who specializes in 'Sword Intent, Saber Intent, etc.', focusing on killing intent.

And a Cultivator whose practice has reached the Great Perfection Realm; it would be even better if they could go a step further and become a powerhouse who has cultivated a Sword Soul or Blade Soul.

Relying on their power, they could directly slay the Saint-grade Yao remnant Soul.

The third method is to seek someone who specializes in the Dao of the Soul, and use their massive Soul energy to shatter that Saint-grade Yao Soul."

"For these past two years, I have visited many friends in the surrounding countries and spent countless resources, yet I have never been able to find someone who meets the criteria.

Therefore, this martial arts tournament was held. I hope to meet all you young talents during the tournament and forge good karma with everyone.

If any talent is willing to help, whether through the power of Family elders or after achieving a personal Breakthrough, and can help my daughter Yanran slay that Yao Soul.

Once my daughter recovers, she will not only be stunningly beautiful—a top beauty in this world—but her talent is also quite outstanding.

If you are willing, it could also become a match made in heaven, and she would be a virtuous partner on the path of cultivation in the future."

"Alright! Young talents below, you may display your strength without reservation.

Here, there is no need for any misgivings. The greater your potential, the more I will ensure your safety, so you can fully unleash your skills."

As Shangguan Batian's words fell, the curtain for the second round of the competition officially and slowly rose.

Ji Mo's doubts, which had previously lingered in his heart, finally dissipated, and he no longer had any worries.

To be honest, before this, he really didn't dare to unleash his full power without reservation or hesitation.

After all, the contestants participating in the second round were either favored Disciples from major sects with deep foundations.

Or they were children from large Families with great wealth and influence, and there were even noble royal children mixed among them.

If he were to accidentally kill any one of them, it would undoubtedly bring him endless, inexhaustible trouble.

If the other party was accompanied by powerful guards, I am afraid that even leaving the city smoothly would become a difficult problem to achieve.

Ji Mo and the other Disciples stepped forward one after another to draw their own numbered tokens.

The rules of this competition were very simple and clear: any two people who drew the same number had to step onto the martial arts ring to decide the winner. The final victor could stay and continue to compete, while the loser could only leave dejectedly.

The first match was between the Family Disciple Gao Jing and the sect Disciple Luan Shu.

Gao Jing was dressed in a well-tailored black martial outfit, which set off his tall and straight figure, making him look even more heroic.

The golden crown tied on his head shimmered with golden light under the sun, adding a touch of nobility.

His pair of eyebrows were just like two unsheathed sharp swords, incomparably sharp, adding a bit of fierce Aura to his handsome and extraordinary face.

Standing opposite him was Luan Shu, who was roughly nineteen to twenty years old.

His figure appeared quite slender, yet it also revealed a trace of frailty.

The light gray robe he wore outside had a soft texture, fluttering gently with the breeze, fully displaying an unconstrained and carefree manner.

Facing a strong enemy like Gao Jing, whose strength could not be underestimated, Luan Shu's face remained devoid of any unnecessary expression from beginning to end.

He maintained that calm appearance throughout; this calmness, which surpassed that of ordinary people, even made onlookers feel a bit hair-raising.

At this moment, on the martial arts ring, the two stood facing each other at a distance of fifty meters, the atmosphere so tense that it felt as if the air was about to solidify.

Gao Jing launched the attack first. A faint light suddenly flashed across the ring on his finger, and an exquisite slender sword appeared in his palm in the blink of an eye.

Immediately after, his wrist flicked violently with an extremely swift and fluid motion. In an instant, hundreds or thousands of dense Sword beams erupted from the slender sword.

Each Sword beam seemed to be imbued with life, wrapped in bright, eye-catching fiery red light.

Just like clusters of raging flames, carrying a scorching temperature, they swiftly sealed off the space where Luan Shu was located like a violent storm.

Gao Jing held a belief in victory, intending to use this extremely fierce sword technique to quickly defeat his opponent in the shortest possible time and win the opening victory.

"Let's see where you can hide this time!"

Gao Jing was extremely confident in his "Prairie Fire Sword" technique. In his understanding, it was absolutely impossible for Luan Shu to dodge such a fierce blow.

Furthermore, he knew very well that once Luan Shu failed to dodge, a subsequent series of nightmarish, terrifying attacks would surge toward him like a tide, leaving Luan Shu with no power to parry.

Luan Shu did not choose to dodge either; instead, he resolutely rushed up toward the countless Sword beams that covered the sky and earth.

Almost at the same instant, a light flashed in his hand, and a gleaming silver sword appeared.

Immediately following, Luan Shu waved his arm, his movements as natural and fluid as flowing clouds and water.

Accompanied by the waving of his arm, clusters of silver-white Sword light began to drift unpredictably in the Void Realm; these Sword lights seemed to have been injected with vivid life, agile and eerie.

Subsequently, a series of "pu-pu" sounds rang out continuously. What was shocking was that those fierce and burning Sword beams, which seemed to want to burn everything to ashes, were actually defeated one by one halfway.

They were seen shattering like broken meteors, dissipating into thousands of sparkling sparks that splashed everywhere in the air. The whole scene was dazzling, like a dreamlike feast of fireworks.

"What! It was actually broken just like that?"

Gao Jing widened his eyes, his face full of disbelief.

Since he embarked on the path of martial arts, he had experienced countless competitions and had never encountered anyone who could break his proud Prairie Fire Sword in such a peculiar way.

At this moment, the Xiantian Masters sitting above the ring, relying on their profound cultivation and keen insight, saw everything clearly and instantly discerned the mystery within.

A white-haired Xiantian Master frowned slightly and slowly said: "This Luan Shu must have comprehended Sword Intent; otherwise, with such a dense trend of Sword beams, it would be impossible for an ordinary person to accurately find their trajectory and weaknesses.

Only by comprehending Sword Intent can one rely on the extreme cutting power contained within the Sword Intent to directly dissolve the explosive power in the opponent's sword moves into nothingness."

Another Xiantian Master dressed in a green shirt heard this, nodded in deep agreement, and echoed: "Indeed. This Gao Jing is bound to lose.

The two are at the same cultivation level, their Realms are similar, and both are Sword Cultivators.

In this situation, since one side has comprehended Sword Intent, the outcome of this match was without suspense from the very beginning."

Sure enough, in the subsequent fierce competition, no matter how Gao Jing racked his brains and used all his tricks to change various sword moves, Luan Shu easily broke them one by one with a seemingly relaxed and comfortable posture.

As Luan Shu released his Sword Intent with full force, a huge Sword beam with majestic Aura suddenly soared into the sky.

That Sword beam was like a giant blade splitting heaven and earth, emitting a chilling and fierce Aura, and it slashed fiercely toward Gao Jing's sword trend, which was like a prairie fire.

With a deafening roar, Gao Jing's seemingly powerful sword trend was instantly slashed and dissipated, turning into nothingness.

In the end, Gao Jing helplessly lost the match; fortunately, he only suffered some minor injuries and was otherwise unharmed.