C452 The Second Round

Because the matter between Lee Zhuohua and Yan Zhengtine could only be sensed by the two of them. The surrounding people did not know what had happened between them, so when the masters arrived, they were also attracted by the matter of the disciple competition.

After all, everyone who came here was here for the disciple competition, and the two of them had not actually fought just now, so no one thought much about it.

It was just that after the two of them returned to their respective camps, the people around them would mention a few words.

Lee Zhuohua went back to Lin Qi's side. He was now the symbol of the Lake Gate, so the two of them were worried about what would happen to Lee Zhuohua.

"Brother Li?" Lin Qi asked Lee Zhuohua as he looked at him with a questioning gaze.

Although Monarch Zhu did not make a sound, there was a trace of worry in his eyes.

"It's fine. Relax." Lee Zhuohua naturally would not tell the two of them the details of what had just happened. He waved his hand, indicating that they did not need to worry.

"The Lake Gate and the Yuan Alliance will meet sooner or later, but for now, the disciple competition is still the main focus." At the same time, he changed the topic and shifted their attention to the disciple competition.

"Brother Li is right, we are overthinking it, but the Yuan Alliance is about the same as our Lake Gate. Nearly half of them have entered the second round. Before, it was because there were too many of them, but now, I think that there will be people from the Lake Gate competing with the Yuan Alliance." After being mentioned by Lee Zhuohua, Lin Qi also thought of this matter.

Although the Lake Gate and the Yuan Alliance had always been opposing forces of disciples, but the current Lake Gate was still not enough to be enemies with the Yuan Alliance. Therefore, in the disciple competition, if someone from the Lake Gate were to fight against the disciples of the Yuan Alliance, they would probably lose more than win.

Lee Zhuohua naturally knew about this situation, but in his opinion, this was not a serious problem. It was just nice for the people of Lake Gate to understand the strength of their opponents in the disciple competition, so as to prevent the two forces from getting stage fright when the time comes.

"Don't worry, the disciples' competition has its own rules after all. It can be regarded as a good training to let them know how strong the people of the Yuan Alliance are." Lee Zhuohua's voice slowly sounded, comforting Lin Qi and his brother.

"That's true." After Lin Qi and Lee Zhuohua heard Lee Zhuohua's thoughts, they thought for a while and understood what he meant. However, the worry in their eyes did not disappear.

Seeing them like this, Lee Zhuohua slightly shook his head and did not say anything else.

He understood what the other two were worried about. They were afraid that after the people from the Lake Gate met the people from the Yuan Alliance on the arena, because the difference in strength between friend and foe was too great, it would cause some psychological trauma to the people from the Lake Gate.

Lee Zhuohua's thoughts about this were completely different. Since he had come to Qian Yuan Academy, he had to be prepared to be enemies with everything. Perhaps now, because of the establishment of the Lake Gate, many new students had avoided the trouble of being suppressed by the older students.

But the purpose of the Lake Gate's existence was not as simple as protecting new people. If everyone only wanted to be protected and didn't want to face the danger themselves, then the Lake Gate was just a motley crowd.

The autumn sun was milder than the summer sun, and as soon as it shone, it dispelled the cold air that had accumulated throughout the night. The sun felt warm on the body, but the cold wind that blew across the face reminded the world that the summer was gone.

Because of the arrival of the Palace Chief and the Palace Elders, the second round of the disciples' competition had also officially begun. Compared to yesterday, the battle on the arena seemed to be even more intense.

The first round of the competition had already eliminated most of the weaker disciples. Now, those who were able to enter the arena all had a certain level of strength.

Just like now, the two people fighting in the arena were both older students of the Outer Palace. Judging from the fluctuations of their battle, it could be seen that both of them had already reached the Astral Reaching Realm. It was just that they had yet to condense their Divine Essence.

But even with their level of strength, they could not be considered weak among the Outer Palace disciples.

"Bam."

"Hah!"

The sounds of the contestants exchanging blows and the low shouts as they exerted their strength could be heard from the arena. The figures of the two kept flashing on the arena.

The Outer Palace disciples standing below the arena were also paying attention to the competition on the arena. From time to time, there would be waves of cheering and cheering.

This was just a match in the second round of the competition, and the outcome was quickly decided.

When the winner and the loser were decided, some were happy, while some were disappointed. However, the happiness and anger of the contestants wouldn't affect the disciples' competition at all.

Soon, another round of the competition began. New participants walked onto the arena, and shouts were heard from below the arena.

Lee Zhuohua stood on the side of the Lake Gate and silently watched the competition on the arena. Under his attentive gaze, he also discovered that the intensity of today's competition was even stronger than yesterday.

However, Lee Zhuohua did not just want to meet some troublesome opponent when it was his turn. With his current strength, other than a few people in the Outer Palace, there was really no one else who could give Lee Zhuohua a headache.

"To be honest, the existence of this disciple competition is indeed very useful to motivate the disciples." Lee Zhuohua commented in his heart after watching the matches on the arena.

Looking at the disciples who went up the stage one after another, and seeing their figures fighting on the stage, even Lee Zhuohua felt a trace of hot blood in his heart.

However, he did not desire to fight on the stage. He had already made his decision in his heart. As long as he could enter the top ten of the disciple competition, it would be fine.

After all, his goal was very clear, and that was the Sandalwood Book Will. When he arrived at the Sandalwood Book Will, it would truly be the stage for Lee Zhuohua to display his strength.

Thinking of this, the corner of Lee Zhuohua's mouth raised into an arc. His eyes were still looking at the competition on the arena, but the hot blood in his heart was suppressed by him.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the venue, where the disciples of the Yuan Alliance were seated.

Yan Zhengtine was also paying attention to the competition on the arena, but his mind was elsewhere.

He had been thinking about what had happened when he was confronting Lee Zhuohua. He could not understand why the sword technique he was practicing would have that kind of change, and at the same time, he was very puzzled by the voice that sounded in his heart.

"This sword technique is a secret passed down in my family. I've never heard my family elders mention anything about this sword technique. Why would I have such a reaction when I saw that person today?" Yan Zhengtine's face was serious, but his eyes revealed traces of confusion.

"I have to figure out what connection that person has with this sword technique when I have the chance." Yan Zhengtine turned his head slightly and looked in the direction of Lee Zhuohua.

Yan Zhengtine was a man of meticulous thoughts. The reason why he was so concerned about this matter was because the sword technique he practiced was related to the rise of his family.

Yan Zhengtine's ancestor had revitalized his family because of this sword technique. However, this sword technique was not created by his ancestor, but was obtained by a stroke of luck.

For the past hundred years, the Yan Zhengtine family had relied on this sword technique to strengthen their own families, but no one had ever discovered that this sword technique would have such strange fluctuations.

It was just that even though their family had used this sword art to strengthen their family, they had also found that this sword art seemed to be incomplete. It was as if something had been missing at the end of the sword art, and this secret had not yet been unraveled, nor had anyone followed up with the sword art.

Therefore, after what Yan Zhengtine had gone through just now, he had made up his mind to find out the secret behind it.

Perhaps he could understand the true essence of this sword technique and complete the sword technique passed down in his family.

"Lee Zhuohua." Yan Zhengtine thought of this and silently called out Lee Zhuohua's name in his heart.