C8

In the year 5014 of the Mang Calendar, according to the internal rules of the Mang Clan, all the disciples in the clan, regardless of whether they were from the inner or outer branches of the clan, had to challenge the inner or outer branches of the clan's Martial Hall. If the strong contestant had lower strength, then their strength would be suppressed to the same level. If the weak contestant had greater strength, then they would not be suppressed. If the outer sect disciples challenged the inner sect disciples, then the inner sect disciples challenged the core disciples. If the inner sect disciples challenged the core disciples, then the outer sect disciples challenged the inner sect disciples. There had to be a reason for the arranged battle. The Martial Hall wouldn't take note of it. Regardless of life or death, only one person remained on the arena. For example, those who take revenge on account of an arranged battle shall be executed. After the Small Competition, the grudges would be settled. Those who secretly sought revenge would be executed.

"Master Le, can you tell me about the Small Competition and the Large Competition?" After two years of hard work, Mang Wang had reached the sixth grade of Martial King. The speed of his improvement was shocking to Mang Le, but whenever he asked how Mang Wang practiced his martial arts, he would give an ambiguous answer.

"What, you want to fight in the Small Competition? You've only been in the clan for four years. The Grand Elder had told him that he and his younger brother, Mang Yu, were completely different. Mang Yu was prepared to compete against Mang Tian, and it was decided by the clan. Mang Yu only knew that his parents had been killed, but he didn't know the reason. The clan had promised to tell him everything at the age of twenty, but at that time, the competition would begin. Mang Wang was different. Although Mang Wang had never told Mang Le about his parents, Mang Le knew that after following the Blind Swordmaster for so many years, it was impossible for him to not tell Mang Wang about his parents. In the past, Mang Clan, Medicine Clan, Qing Clan, Golden Clan, Fire Mang Clan, Beast Clan, Ghost Domain and Night Clan, as well as the thirteen geniuses of several peak Martial Emperors, they had caused an internal strife that affected the entire continent.

"If I were to ask for a fight with Senior Guang, would you believe me?" "Mang Wang looked at Elder Mang Le and said with an evil smile on his face." Cough cough, you naughty boy. You should use your strength to scare me to death, okay? Do you know what Mang Zun's strength is? "

"Ten years ago, he was already a peak Martial King. Now, he should be invincible under the Martial Emperor realm. The last time you met Mu You at your wedding, she was also a peak Martial King, but I am certain that if she fought with Supreme Mang in a life-and-death battle, she would die within thirty moves." Mang Le looked at Mang Xie's indifferent expression and said, "Did you hear something?"

"Master Le, do you really need to hear about some things? Qing Clan, Golden Clan, Fire Domain, Beast Domain, Ghost Domain, all of these things are prohibited from discussing. All of these things will be known by the people of the Nine Nether Continent, but I know what I should know, I am not stupid, but there are some grudges that must be avenged, don't you think? "As he spoke, he laughed, but his eyes were filled with tears. There were some things that were too difficult for a nineteen year old child.

"The Mang Clan's Small Competition can only hold a maximum of a hundred people. In other words, the Clan's Internal Martial Hall can only handle fifty battles of life and death at most, and during the previous month's Small Competition, you would have seen it in the clan's library. In the clan's 100-year Small Competition, a maximum of 41 matches were carried out at one time, and at the most, 71 people died at a Small Competition. Many people were clearly much weaker, but they could still pull their opponents down with them. A lot of people will live with them for the rest of their lives. Defensive equipment, weapons, pellets that increase one's strength, all sorts of poisons, all sorts of external conditions that can be used, all will appear in the Small Competition. There was a Small Competition 30 years ago between 2 martial emperors, and in the end, even Martial Emperors were afraid of the power that the two of them unleashed. Mang Le was talking to Mang Tian bit by bit. He knew many things about his nephew, and also about his damaged father, Manqing. In fact, if it hadn't been for the Grand Elder and him, Mangyu's life would've been long gone. For the past two decades, Mang Le had not improved in strength. It was not because Mang Le did not work hard, but rather, he spent most of his time trying to find Mang Wang.

"Third Grandpa, in less than half a year, I will go to the Martial Hall and challenge someone. I am not confident that I can win, but if I die, I would like to ask Lord Third to take good care of my wife, your grandson Yao Wen." "After speaking, Mang Tian solemnly kowtowed three times to Mang Le." If something were to happen to you, would Wenwen choose to live on in this world? You're looking down too much on this wife of yours. Before this, Wenwen came to me and only said one thing. "I don't care who you chose in the competition, but you can't die. Our family has already lost enough people, and we've done too much for our tribe, so the clan can't give us an explanation. If something happens between you and Mang Yu, I will risk this old bone to participate in the next competition and not rest until we die." Guang Le stared resolutely into the distance of the Azure Light Mountain.

"Master San, don't be like this. This doesn't seem like your style. I've been torturing people outside the clan for so many years and haven't died yet, yet you want to take my life with a little competition? If that's the case, then my useless life is too worthless." "How strong is he now?" Do you have any hope of winning the Large Competition? "

"7th level of the Martial King level, the 13th step of the Northern Demonic Beast can already use the 4th step of the Northern Demonic Beast: Demonic Cat Steps, Tiger Slaughtering Tyrant Fist can use Thunder Slash to cut tiger whiskers, a peak Martial King can fight against a peak Martial King, 3rd level of the Vajra Transformation, and can withstand a full-powered strike from a peak Martial King. "Right." "You brat, you still haven't told me how your martial arts is doing. If you can learn all of the martial arts you have chosen, with just a bit of initial mastery, your strength should be no weaker than Mang Yu's."

"There isn't much of a problem for me to win. I won't talk to San Ye about anything else." Mang Tian said with a mischievous smile. "Good boy, with these words of yours, I can relax. You have to consider the matter of the Small Competition, and the Grand Elder will come looking for you recently as well. Just tell the truth, and Patriarch Mang Yun saved the Grand Elder back then."

"Thank you, Third Master, but I won't tell anyone about my strength. Let's see how it goes in the Small Competition," Mang Tian muttered to himself.

Mang Clan Martial Hall, Hall Master Mang Yin, Peak Martial King.

"Brightsilver, how many clansmen have come to challenge me?" "Mang Yin asked the young man in front of him." Reporting to Hall Master, the sixty-eight people who came to challenge the Martial Hall involved 116 clansmen. Vice Pavilion Master Yu and the other three people who went through the examination were allowed to battle thirty-three battles, involving sixty-six clansmen. "Amongst them, there will be 2 battles between the ranks." "Yes," replied Mang Yin. "Sigh. Nearly a hundred years have passed, and the clan has been in a state of chaos. Tell Mangyu that if anyone from those two branches comes to challenge us, inform me." As soon as he finished speaking, Mang Yin had already disappeared.

"Name?" "Mang Tian!"

"Age?" "Nineteen!"

"Level of the tower pearl?"

"Martial King Grade Seven!"

"Grudge?"

"The grudge of murdering the father and murdering the mother!"

"Your father is my clan's Brightmoon?" Mang Yu suddenly asked.

"Exactly."

"Mang Tian, wait a moment."

"No rush!"

"Reporting to the hall master, the son of awn, Glee, has come to challenge you," Mang Yu said from outside the door. Bring him to me. "

"Level 7 Martial King, your strength is one of the best among the younger generation. Who do you want to challenge?" "It's time to resolve the grudge between your two branches," Mang Yin said with a wicked look in his eyes.

"Since the hall master knows about the grudges between our two bloodlines, he should be able to roughly guess who I am looking for. Before I speak of the person I am looking for, can you ask me a few questions?" Mang Tian waited for Mang Yin's answer.

"Go ahead and ask."

"Why is the competition in the clan so big? I want to know, what is the purpose of this competition other than to elect the clan leader?"

"One mountain cannot hold two tigers. The victor is the weak, and the clan needs to consider the long term."

"Is my ancestor Mang Yun still alive?"

"The clan jade split but did not break, it did not die!"

"The reason why the clan has chosen Brightshore and Brightjade as their competition is to pacify or consolidate the influence of Supreme Mang's bloodline."

"Yes, but there are other meanings. I can't say."

"Hall Master Xie, I believe that this year's Large Competition will see a change in personnel," Mang Xie stared at Mang Yin and said.

"No, as long as the people of the Large Competition are confirmed, there will be no change." Min Yin replied.

"Mang Yin Hall Master, I, Mang Wang, a Grade 7 Martial King, have fought against the current clan head, Xuan Sun, for the murder of my father and mother. I won't rest until I'm dead. Please record this to the Martial Hall." Mang Wang said with an expressionless face. Then, he turned around and left the Martial Hall without waiting for Wu Yin to say anything.

"Let the Elder decide." Mang Yin shook his head.