Sky War Soul

Behind them were the Aristichon's battles. They defeated their opponent with an aura as though they were crushing dry weeds and pulling rotten wood.    

    

They had also won three battles in a row, but what was astonishing was that they had fought in a much shorter time than the Thoughtless Sect, which was completely one-sided.    

    

Aristichon's outstanding performance caused many warriors to cry out in alarm.    

    

"Aristichon is indeed worthy of being the sect that has the most hope of obtaining the Super Large's position. The strength of their core disciples are all unfathomable."    

    

"Previously, I felt that Thoughtless Sect was strong enough, but compared to Aristichon, she's still lacking a lot."    

    

"I heard that the Thoughtless Sect and the Aristichon are sworn enemies.    

    

Those martial artists clicked their tongues in praise.    

    

There were also many people from aristocratic families sitting in the audience stands, their eyes shining brightly.    

    

These core disciples of the Aristichon s were indeed a kind of plastic talent, but compared to the other three disciples of the Thoughtless Sect s, they were not even close.    

    

However, in general, all of these disciples had the strength to establish a foothold in Super Large.    

    

He wanted to wait and see if the other sects had any geniuses worthy of taking action.    

    

A day passed in the blink of an eye.    

    

The next day.    

    

"I think we should give up. Since there is no hope, fighting to the death will only bring risks to the core disciples."    

    

Inside the palace, the expression of the White Crane Great Elder was very grave. When facing Ji Wuming, he argued with reason, and was not willing to give in no matter what.    

    

Ji Wuming pondered for a long time before finally shaking his head: "Aristichon's thoughts are indeed very sinister, but I still want to wait. Perhaps Chu Yun has returned today?"    

    

"Master!"    

    

The White Crane Great Elder's face was filled with nervousness, and he was so excited that he couldn't even speak properly. "How long have you waited for Chu Yun? Let's not talk about the Xiao family's order to kill him first. If he really wanted to come back, what would he have done? On the last day, do you really want to bet on this tiny chance? "    

    

"You doubt me?"    

    

Ji Wuming frowned, his eyes blazing with fire.    

    

"Sect Master, I am questioning you. It's not easy for us to nurture a group of genius disciples, we should be responsible for their lives! Even if they have already surpassed their age in the next ranking competition, that's still alright. We have time to nurture more geniuses, but that's just a few more years of patience. "    

    

The White Crane Great Elder rarely questioned the sect head's decision, but this time, he was responsible for the core disciples and would rather go all the way to the end.    

    

"Senior Martial Brother Situ, it's morning."    

    

Outside the palace, Zheng Qichu met Situ Binghe who was also present.    

    

Situ Binghe nodded. He had a heavy load on his mind, so it was unknown what he was thinking about.    

    

From afar, Jiang Qianyue and Yang Xiao also walked over. It was obvious that after the first battle, they didn't have as much pressure on themselves.    

    

The four of them walked into the great hall.    

    

Inside the palace, Ji Wuming was standing together with the White Crane Great Clan Elder, and it was unknown what they were talking about.    

    

Their expressions were all a bit serious, and they tightly furrowed their brows. Their brows were twisted into the shape of a 'chuan'. Clearly, they met a troublesome problem.    

    

"Sovereign, our opponent today is …"    

    

Situ Binghe opened his mouth to ask, but the moment the words left his mouth, he felt the heavy atmosphere in the hall.    

    

The entire atmosphere was stifling, causing one to unconsciously feel a shadow cast over one's heart.    

    

"We drew the Aristichon."    

    

Ji Wuming turned around to face the four of them, his face expressionless. "After the competition on the first day, there are still twenty sects left, but we have drawn the Aristichon."    

    

Although he didn't say much, it was like a thunder in a clear sky.    

    

The expressions of the four instantly changed.    

    

From Ji Wuming's words, it could be seen that the reason why he had chosen Aristichon was not a coincidence, but rather the result of his manipulation.    

    

The chances of it being one-tenth wasn't big, but it wasn't small either.    

    

It was just that Thoughtless Sect and Aristichon were both sects with the same heritage. When it came to battles, it was often anticipated that they would meet later. In order to cater to the tastes of the audience, Sunset City would usually arrange for later encounters.    

    

But it was only the second round of the knockout stage, and he had already met the Aristichon.    

    

It would be a joke to say that no one was controlling it.    

    

"Are they finally going to be unable to hold on any longer?"    

    

Zheng Qichu clenched his fists, his expression serious.    

    

Not only Zheng Qichu, but the other three also felt the pressure that was assaulting their faces.    

    

Especially Jiang Qianyue and Yang Xiao, they did not have the strength to participate in this competition, and their mindsets were not mature enough either.    

    

When they suddenly encountered their strongest opponent, Aristichon, without having made any mental preparations, they were so nervous that their hands were trembling.    

    

Seeing this scene, Ji Wuming could only sigh.    

    

Could it be that he was really wrong?    

    

If not for the sect's heavy losses in the Chaotic Star Region, it would not be a difficult task to deal with the Aristichon by relying on the sect's deep resources and endless numbers of genius disciples.    

    

If it was in the past, with Jiang Qianyue and Yang Xiao's experience and fighting strength, they would not have qualified to enter the competition.    

    

Only Situ Binghe and Zheng Qichu were qualified to be considered the top two.    

    

However, he had to do it now.    

    

Seeing the gloomy expressions on the disciples, Ji Wuming opened his mouth and comforted them: "The battle has not started, and the result is still unclear. All you need to do is finish your own match!"    

    

Great Elder White Crane took a deep breath and said softly, "The situation now is no longer something that we can control. Today's battle was obviously planned by the Aristichon. If you insist on going up to fight, then all of you must be careful in the arena. If you cannot defeat her, then quickly surrender.    

    

Although the words of the White Crane Great Elder were very reasonable, at this time, no one would think of admitting defeat.    

    

Aristichon was the sect's greatest enemy, and it was unknown how many battles had occurred between the two sects.    

    

Right now, this was the Sect Ranking Tournament. Under the eyes of countless spectators, he was going to surrender to his biggest opponent.    

    

How could he possibly do such a thing?    

    

To the proud Situ Binghe and Zheng Qichu, if their strength was not good enough, they would rather die in the arena.    

    

"Sect Master, we will not lose, Chu Yun will definitely return."    

    

Situ Binghe who had been silent the entire time suddenly spoke, his eyes was filled with hope.    

    

Hearing Situ Binghe's words, Zheng Qichu, Jiang Qianyue and Yang Xiao all had complex expressions, they did not know what to say.    

    

Since it had already come to this, it was impossible for Chu Yun to return.    

    

Why should he have hopes and fantasies for the impossible?    

    

"Go."    

    

Ji Wuming looked at the four of them, and said unwaveringly: "No matter how difficult the situation is, I trust all of you."    

    

There were no encouraging words, nor was there a declaration that made his blood boil. Ji Wuming's words, meant that he had not given up hope, and was still waiting for a miracle to happen!    

    

Even in the face of dire straits, he did not hang his head in despair. Instead, he always had the will to fight, and never let down his once heroic and hot-blooded spirit.    

    

"Yes, Sect Leader!"    

    

The four of them seemed to have been infused with courage at the same time. All the fear and worry in their hearts were swept away.    

    

Even if they couldn't get a full five, even if everyone thought they were weak, even if all of the disadvantages were pointed towards themselves …    

    

So what if it was all these!    

    

Wasn't it just a battle?    

    

In the center plaza of Sunset City.    

    

All the warriors were elated, their faces were full of excitement.    

    

If nothing had happened to Thoughtless Sect during today's competition, they would have been reputed to be fighting for a placing!    

    

As the name implies, the final Super Large s would be placed between the two sects!    

    

Thoughtless Sect s, Aristichon s, were the colossus of the top sects. Their strengths were all around the same, and no one dared say that they would definitely be able to win against the other party.    

    

However, without exception, their strength was one level higher than the other sects!    

    

Such a competition caused the blood of many to boil.    

    

Some of the experts from the Super Large and aristocratic families had arrived ahead of time and took up the most advantageous positions to spectate the battle.    

    

They all knew very well that the clash between true geniuses was about to begin.    

    

No matter what, he should not miss this battle.    

    

Even if the power of the Thoughtless Sect was currently not as great as that of the Aristichon's, no matter how much one analyzed it, it was merely on the surface.    

    

In a real battle, it was hard to tell who would win and who would lose.    

    

"Brother Zhang, I will leave the matter of killing the Thoughtless Sect disciple to you. As for me, after the competition, I will cooperate with your operation to ambush Ji Wuming together! "    

    

Lu Wenqing's face was full of smiles as she chatted with Zhang Yuanhua in front of her.    

    

The first day, his adopted son, Liu Ling, was killed and the Yellow Ring Sect suffered a crushing defeat. It didn't seem to have affected his mood at all.    

    

"Hahahaha, this is just a small matter. You don't need to worry about those disciples of my sect. However, let's put it bluntly, Brother still needs to rely on you to assassinate Ji Wuming! "    

    

Zhang Yuanhua was beaming with smiles as if he shared a mutual hatred with Lu Xianqing. In reality, their thoughts were different, each of them harboring ulterior motives. However, it was just a matter of taking advantage of the other.    

    

"Mn, Ji Wuming condones disciples to kill my son, so I will naturally make them pay with their blood!"    

    

A flash of killing intent appeared in Lu Wenqing's eyes. He hated Ji Wuming to the bones.    

    

Originally, it was not easy for the Lu family to deal with the Thoughtless Sect, but at this time, Zhang Yuanhua came knocking on the door and suggested that they work together to deal with Ji Wuming.    

    

Thus, the two clashed.    

    

"It's about time, I wish Brother Zhang victory in battle. Oh right, please save the life of that evil son of Situ Binghe for me."    

    

From the corner of her eyes, Lu Wenqing saw Ji Wuming's group rushing over from afar.    

    

"A small matter."    

    

Zhang Yuanhua laughed, then turned to face Ji Wuming, "Sect Master Ji, in a while in battle, I hope your sect's disciples can show mercy."    

    

These words were undoubtedly mocking him.    

    

Ji Wuming swept his eyes across Zhang Yuanhua and spoke indifferently: "This lowly one has achieved his dream."    

    

"Sect Head Ji, you can do whatever you want today. I will not bother with you. It's just that I really want to see, when all the core disciples in your sect die, would you still have that kind of mighty expression? "    

    

After Zhang Yuanhua said this, he let out a loud laugh and turned around to leave.