An Ultimate Martial Art

A hundred thousand disciples of the Qing-Yun Sect entered the stage one after another amidst the discussion.    

Yesterday, there were only a hundred and five outstanding disciples left in the Inner Sect Competition. Number 1, Su Ye, who was regarded as the greatest threat to the Inner Sect, actually drew an empty lot, which was undoubtedly unexpected, and thus, caused many people to rejoice and advance another round.    

Today, including Su Ye, there were only fifty-three people left. Today, there would still be one person who would be left empty-handed. As for who would be left empty-handed today, that would all depend on luck.    

"It's impossible for Su Ye to stay in the sky for two days in a row. With one person in the air, there are only twenty-six groups left. The chances of fighting with Su Ye has increased greatly, it is not like that. "    

"Hai, who knows. Not only Su Ye, the people from Shengjing were not weak either. Although they had already eliminated one person, there were still nine left, and the chances of meeting them was close to 50%.    

"I really don't understand. It's obviously our Qing-Yun Sect's competition, but why are there so many prodigies? Isn't the sect clearly bullying them? The sect's actions are really hard to understand!"    

"Let's not talk about it anymore. We are secretly discussing the matters of the sect, and if someone were to report to the Discipline Hall, it would be hard to avoid a punishment."    

When the sun rose, the discussion in the arena immediately died down, and the drawing of lots began. Some of them avoided Su Ye, while others avoided the opponents stronger than them, but some realized that their opponent was the one that they had lost, and so they all had smiles plastered on their face.    

"Hahaha, it's my turn!"    

An inner court disciple wearing a long purple robe suddenly laughed out loud, causing people to look at him with jealousy and envy. F * ck, so many people didn't get a single empty lot, but this kid got drawn and directly sent this kid into the next round. Even if he failed in the next round, he would at least make it into the top 30.    

Gradually, more than half of the names of the fifty-three people had been signed, and only Lu Shaohuai, Beitang Jie and Gong Qiusi remained of the disciples from Shengjing City. Coincidentally, Su Ye's name was not out yet as well.    

This couldn't help but give rise to some anticipation. As spectators, they weren't afraid of causing trouble. They were eager to see people fighting more ferociously in every round. How could people like them who didn't want to give up their lives be excited? They would rather fight to the death in the sect's great competition.    

The enmity between Su Ye and the young generation of influential families was well-known. Su Ye had trampled the young generation of influential families like a dog during the auction, and Beitang Jie had especially been suppressed by Su Ye time and time again.    

All this is well-known.    

Seeing how these two hadn't decided on their opponents yet, they wished even more that they could come up with a match and meet each other in this round. Taking advantage of the fact that there's revenge and grievances, and the fact that Su Ye can't use his will of longevity in the Large Competition, and that you, Beitang Jie, already have a trump card, how about a fierce fight?    

Being a spectator, he was not afraid of causing trouble, but as a Beitang Jie, his eyes were already round and red. When he saw Su Ye, he instinctively felt anger, wishing that he could hack Su Ye into a thousand pieces.    

Especially at that moment, Su Ye was actually chatting happily with Gong Qiusi. Gong Qiusi, who was usually very difficult to get close to in Shengjing City, would often give Su Ye a gentle smile when conversing with him in a low voice. Those who did not know this would think that the two were a couple, which would really make people jealous.    

Gu Sheng, who had already determined his opponent long ago, gnashed his teeth in anger. Clenching his fists tightly, he thought to himself: "This damned Su Ye, consider yourself lucky that you didn't hit me in this round. If you hit me in the next round, you'll definitely know that without the will of longevity in your hands, you, Su Ye, are nothing."    

Su Ye was powerful, there was no doubt about that. Even Gu Sheng had to admit that with Su Ye's strength, it would not be a problem for him to advance to the next round. However, as the son of the Minister of the Right, how could he not have a card up his sleeve?    

Gu Sheng was full of confidence in his trump card. Originally, this trump card was prepared for Lu Shaohuai, but now, Gu Sheng was even more willing to use it on Su Ye. He was completely confident that as long as he used this trump card, he would beat Su Ye to death.    

"It's my turn. God bless me. Please don't let me get you. Otherwise, I might as well admit defeat."    

Gong Qiusi smiled at Su Ye. Su Ye's face darkened, and immediately rolled his eyes. In the previous round, he had drawn an empty lot, and if this round Gong Qiusi were to give up early, then wouldn't he be drowned to death by the saliva of the people who came to watch the show?    

"Don't worry. I have a premonition that you won't be able to slap me. Even if there are only three people left, you won't be able to slap me."    

Su Ye purposely blinked his eyes and started a joke.    

Gong Qiusi laughed, then went forward and drew the lot. The result was confirmed, she did not draw Su Ye, but an inner disciple instead. The face of the inner court disciple instantly turned dark and was filled with despair.    

In the previous round, he had watched Gong Qiusi take action, it was simple and easy enough to knock her opponent off the stage. The process was not intense at all, but anyone could see that Gong Qiusi's strength was not one bit inferior to Meng Qiandu and the others. If she was chosen by Gong Qiusi, then would he have any chance of winning?    

"Your premonition is right," Gong Qiusi smiled at Su Ye, then left. After confirming her name, she would be waiting for Su Ye to come up on stage.    

"Su Ye, draw your lot!"    

The elder in charge of drawing lots shouted to Su Ye, his tone was even more ruthless than before, and was much more gentle. Right now, in the entire Qing-Yun Sect, which elder did not know that the Artifact Hall was friends with Su Ye, and was able to get their hands on the medium-grade Burning Sun Sect's treasure, the Wind Lightning Sword.    

In these days, other than a feud of life and death that could not be changed, who would be so foolish as to insist on going against money?    

The current Su Ye was like a huge magnet, emitting an extraordinary attraction to many clan elders in the entire Qing-Yun Sect.    

Su Ye himself did not know, but the elder in charge of drawing lots was very clear, these few days, many of the elders were trying their best to gather weapons in private, waiting for the end of the competition, to make a deal with Su Ye to earn some heavenly dew.    

The elder in charge of drawing lots naturally had his own thoughts as well. Since he wanted to earn some heavenly dew from Su Ye, how could he offend him?    

Hearing this, Su Ye also felt that it was strange, but he did not care too much. In any case, after this time buying weapons from the Burning Sun Sect, his foundation had become thicker, and could be considered to have quite a deep foundation.    

Su Ye went forward and drew the lot.    

"Beitang Jie!"    

When the autograph was released, Su Ye's opponent was actually Beitang Jie. Although this met the expectations of many people who were eagerly waiting to see a good show, it was still quite surprising when the matter was finally confirmed.    

What a coincidence.    

And so they met.    

Su Ye was number one, and according to the rules, he should be the first one to go on stage. The first match of the day was between Su Ye and Beitang Jie. No matter how one thought about it, it made one excited.    

With regards to the result, Beitang Jie was startled, but his face immediately turned sinister as he snorted at Su Ye, "Very good, since you managed to get me, then I will let you know later on, without the will of longevity, you, Su Ye, will be trampled on by me."    

Beitang Jie turned around and left, his reaction very decisive. But no matter how he looked at it, he was a little flustered. It was as if he was afraid that after he provoked Su Ye with his words, Su Ye this fellow would go against the rules and use his own words to humiliate him before the tournament began. He knew that Su Ye's words were extremely sharp, and that speaking them out loud would cause his heart to clench.    

This could be considered as the time that the Beitang Jie had come into contact with Su Ye.    

However, Su Ye did not use words to humiliate him as Beitang Jie had imagined. Instead, he sneered and took out his short blade that contained the will to live, raised it up slightly and activated a bit of the Qi of the will to live, then fiercely slashed at Beitang Jie.    

Beitang Jie was shocked, he immediately jumped to the side and dodged Su Ye's slash, but he was unable to avoid Su Ye's attack. Su Ye jumped up and kicked his waist, causing Beitang Jie's body to fall down to the ground, and stomped his foot that was as heavy as a mountain.    

He brandished his short blade and placed it on Beitang Jie's neck, "Beitang Jie, it's fine if you provoke me on stage, but the Large Competition has not even started, but you're already provoking me, do you think your life is too long, or do you really think I won't kill you before the Large Competition begins?"