Super Devouring System

There were over a hundred Warrior s gathered here, practically all of them were experts from the Seventh, Eighth and Ninth Dragons, some were young, and some were elderly.    

    

Therefore, Water Moon Sect divided these people into ten groups.    

    

"Please follow me."    

    

Suddenly, an inner disciple of Water Moon Sect jumped out and brought everyone away.    

    

No one dared to object. After all, all the disciples of Water Moon Sect had at least ten dragons of strength. Usually, they were thirteen or fourteen dragons. It was more than enough to take care of them.    

    

Afterwards, these hundred and fifty people were brought to the Water Moon Sect's arena. There were already many people seated on three sides of the arena, at least several hundred of them. There were also quite a few Water Moon Sect disciples, Protectors, and even Elder.    

    

"Everyone, there are a total of ten small arenas here. Everyone, please come to your respective arenas."    

    

A Water Moon Sect disciple said.    

    

This was exactly what most people had guessed. First, they would group fight, and then, they would fight with the other groups.    

    

It's just that I don't know, how many people will be selected from each group. One or three?    

    

Ye Xuan did not mind, he went straight to Stage Two.    

    

There were a total of ten participants in Stage Two, and they were all older than Ye Xuan. Other than them, there was also an inner disciple from Water Moon Sect on stage.    

    

"Alright, let me explain the rules to you. Firstly, don't kill anyone, otherwise you will be directly thrown out of the competition. "Two, if you fall outside the arena, you will lose. Three, you can forfeit."    

    

After this disciple finished speaking, someone asked: "Brother, out of the fourteen of us, how many will be able to enter the second round?"    

    

Hearing this, the disciple immediately extended his finger and said: "One!"    

    

This number had also shocked the fourteen people present.    

    

One out of fourteen people, this wasn't an ordinary fierce competition.    

    

Amongst the crowd, Ye Xuan was extremely calm, he had already reserved for the first place, so no one could snatch it away.    

    

"Group Two's Number One and Number Two, go up!"    

    

The inner disciple shouted. He was the referee.    

    

Then, two people jumped up onto the stage. Both of them had the strength of nine dragons.    

    

"Let's begin!"    

    

As soon as the inner court disciple finished speaking, the two people on the arena started attacking, their sword lights and swords dancing in the air.    

    

Ye Xuan who was below the stage looked around, the other stages had already started to battle, and the spectators from the three sides of the stage were also watching excitedly.    

    

After a while, the victor of Ring Two was decided. Although both of them had the strength of nine dragons, it was obvious that Number One was a little stronger, so the victor was Number One.    

    

The second match, No.3 against No.4.    

    

The strength of this match was different. Number three had the strength of eight dragons while number four had the strength of seven dragons.    

    

Unsurprisingly, number four was defeated and number three was promoted.    

    

These people's tempo were very fast. They could fight two matches in a minute. After all, this wasn't a battle, but a martial arts competition.    

    

In a few minutes, it was Ye Xuan's turn.    

    

"Group Two, No.13 and No.14, come up!"    

    

The inner court disciple shouted.    

    

Finally, it was Ye Xuan's turn.    

    

Hearing that, Ye Xuan immediately jumped onto the stage, his opponent was a young man with a sword in his hand, he should be a disciple of some noble family.    

    

"Kid, if you have the strength of seven or eight dragons, then scram down the arena yourself."    

    

Just as Ye Xuan jumped on, the young man said arrogantly.    

    

"Unfortunately, I have the strength of nine dragons." Ye Xuan smiled slightly.    

    

"It doesn't matter. Your fate is also to roll off the stage."    

    

The young man paid no attention to it.    

    

"Begin!"    

    

The referee didn't give the two of them any time to bicker and immediately shouted.    

    

"Swoosh!"    

    

The young man did not waste his breath and rushed forward, his sword aimed straight for Ye Xuan's throat.    

    

Ye Xuan held the Eight Desolations Sword, and stood at his original position, waiting for the opponent to get closer.    

    

"Die!"    

    

Glimmers danced in the youth's eyes as the sword in his hand suddenly flashed. It transformed into three afterimages as it attacked.    

    

"An insignificant skill." Ye Xuan thought in his heart as he moved his feet. Then, he thrusted out his Eight Desolations Sword casually.    

    

"Hiss!"    

    

Eight Desolations's sword pierced into the young man's shoulder, following that, his chest felt a huge impact, causing his entire body to fly backwards.    

    

Although this youth was the same as Ye Xuan, with the power of nine dragons, don't forget, Ye Xuan had an additional twenty percent of movement speed increase, and also had the blood of the King of Fighting's bloodline.    

    

The young man was sent flying. His eyes widened as he dragged his feet on the ground. He only managed to stabilize himself after being sent flying dozens of meters back.    

    

But at the next moment, his eyes opened wide, because Ye Xuan had already rushed over.    

    

"Bam!"    

    

The young man was struck in the chest once again. This time, he was directly sent flying off the stage.    

    

"Thirteenth win!"    

    

The referee announced.    

    

The young man below the stage glared fiercely at Ye Xuan. Five seconds ago, he had just said that he wanted to beat Ye Xuan to a pulp and made him roll out of the stage.    

    

But he didn't expect that five seconds later, he'd be the one rolling off the stage.    

    

This was truly a slap to the face!    

    

Ye Xuan defeated one person and successfully entered the second round of the second group.    

    

The second round of the competition was about to begin, but there were an odd number of people, so there was one person who would be left empty-handed.    

    

The seven of them each drew a lot, with number one empty.    

    

The competition continued, and very quickly, it was Ye Xuan's turn again. This time, his opponent was an eight-dragon warrior, winning with ease.    

    

After the second round, there were only four people left in the second group. All four of them had the strength of nine dragons, and their numbers were equal as well.    

    

After two rounds, the first place of the second group was decided.    

    

If nothing unexpected happened, Ye Xuan would be first.    

    

"Group Two, Number Thirteen. You've obtained first place in the second group. Remember a number now. In the second round of the convention later, you will be number 2."    

    

The judge said to Ye Xuan.    

    

"Understood!"    

    

Ye Xuan nodded.    

    

The second group's battle ended rather quickly, and those Warrior who had lost all shook their heads helplessly, before walking towards the viewing stand.    

    

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ye Xuan also stood on the stage, and began to size up the other groups.    

    

The other groups' battles had also come to an end. Moreover, it was almost all the Nine Dragons' experts who were fighting.    

    

At this moment, his gaze descended onto a youth.    

    

"The strength of nine dragons at the age of fifteen or sixteen and the Heaven Grade?"    

    

Ye Xuan frowned slightly.    

    

This young man was in the middle of the tenth group's last battle, when Ye Xuan was frowning, and just so happened to place the sword in his hand right at his opponent's throat.    

    

Victory!    

    

"Looks like he's a disciple from a certain family."    

    

Ye Xuan thought about it, but didn't care too much.    

    

He understood, the three sects had jointly hosted this Martial Dao Conference, not to give benefits to others, but to recruit disciples.    

    

After all, not all geniuses joined a sect, and there were also people who cultivated in their own clans.    

    

After a few minutes, the final round's first place was decided. There were a total of ten people.    

    

Soon after, Ye Xuan and the other ten people came to the center of the competition arena.