C402 The Competition Officially Began
C402 The Competition Officially Began
"Hehe, if he is afraid of death and wants to run away, Pavilion Master won't be lenient to him. If we kill him at this time, the Ministry of Administration will have nothing to say!"
As the audience discussed amongst themselves, they actually didn't put the Ascending Sect in their eyes at all.
On the grandstand, sun Zhongxin sneered beside Fann Mingyi, "Pavilion Master, there are three true disciples among the nine of them. Aren't you being too cautious?"
"We need true disciples to deal with a tiny Ascending Sect?"
"Pavilion Master, you have overestimated this Ascending Sect."
"Besides, using the name of the sect is ridiculous."
"I'm afraid that we don't need to deal with them. This small sect will be submerged in endless waves of sect challenges."
Fann Mingyi smiled and didn't say anything.
He agreed with Sun Zhongxin from the bottom of his heart.
However, for the sake of safety, he purposely sent out three true disciples.
With that, the sect's bet would naturally be foolproof.
When he thought of the Spirit Beast of the Ninth Grade and Mustard Seed Treasure that he was about to obtain, his heart was filled with excitement.
The Heaven Edge Pavilion was incomparably powerful in his hands, and it had shaken the surrounding provinces for over ten years. With these two things, the Heaven Edge Pavilion would probably be able to continue dominating for another five to ten years.
Such dominance was unprecedented even in the history of the various sects in the Hua State, let alone the Heaven Edge Pavilion!
The two of them had smiles on their faces. However, the elders led by Tong Sijie, wang Ming Yang, and Tan Hao Peng couldn't help but frown.
These three people had been invited by the Hanjiang College to be the judges of the competition.
In the competition, they had been shocked by Ye Yang.
This young man in his early twenties had extraordinary talent.
How could the disciples he taught be ordinary people?
This gambling match was probably not so simple.
If Heaven Edge Pavilion lost.
It would be a huge blow to the cultivation resources and the reputation of the sect.
It was not up to them to not think about it carefully.
Wang Ming Yang immediately said, "Pavilion Master, I request you to change the remaining six to true disciples."
"This way, we can be considered to be completely safe."
Sun Zhong Xin couldn't help but laugh. "Elder Wang, could it be that you were shocked by such a person at the elite university competition and couldn't recover for a long time?"
"A person is a person. A small sect is a small sect. He has just established a sect a few days ago. How can he fight with the number one sect in Jiangzhou?"
"Let alone nine true disciples, I think we only need to send one true disciple to defeat all three young men who are still wet behind their ears!"
"After all, the true disciples of our Heaven Edge Pavilion are all one-in-ten-thousand geniuses!"
Fann Mingyi chuckled and said indifferently, "Elder Wang is worrying too much."
Wang Ming Yang said anxiously, "Ye Yang is too scary."
"The disciples that he taught can't be ignored..."
"Alright! Elder Wang need not say anything more!" Fann Mingyi was a little impatient and waved his hand.
Wang Ming Yang's eyes were filled with sadness.
He looked at Ye Yang from afar.
He could only hope that the luck of our Heaven Edge Pavilion is deep and that we can avoid this disaster.
On the Kungfu Ring, both parties bowed to each other, and the competition officially began.
As soon as the competition began, those noisy spectators who continuously belittled the Ascending Sect widened their eyes and opened their mouths, unable to utter a single word.
From here onwards, one hour later.