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No one paid attention to the situation of the weak. It was as if no one paid attention to Shang Menghai who had fallen from the stage.

Victory always belongs to the strong, is Limu considered strong? Of course!

Under the cheers and applause from the crowd, Limu walked down the stage indifferently. His expression was wooden without any arrogance or exaggeration. He just quietly walked down the stage.

The cheers and applause continued for a long time.

The spring rain was always short, but what followed was a beautiful spring day.

Sunlight shone on the ring, and the drum sounded once more.

The final exam of the fourth round had finally arrived.

"The victor of the fourth round of examination is the King's Ranking Tournament! Please come up onto the arena with the eight selected disciples. " The True Martial Sect young disciple announced loudly.

The children who had entered the fourth round of examination had already been officially selected as disciples of True Martial Sect. The children who were able to enter the fourth round had all been bitterly cultivating their martial arts for many years, and it was definitely not by chance that these children were able to stand out amongst the more than three thousand children.

In order to enter the True Martial Sect in the future and teach based on talent, there would be a fourth round of assessment.

"Fresh from Good, Falling Rain Fei, Yue Zhongyang, Jing Fu, Han Gaocong, Mo Yuhan, Yi Fengping, Limu." The True Martial Sect young disciples read the names of the eight disciples one after another.

The eight children were mostly over the age of ten. They walked up the stairs of each arena and stood on the high platform in the center.

Countless gazes of envy were directed at them. Right now, they were truly the focus of attention of countless people.

However, of the eight children, Limu was the most outstanding. Not only was it because of Limu's glance before, it was also because he was relatively short and had a thin and weak body.

The victor will be promoted, and the loser will be eliminated. The eight disciples will be ranked, and from today onwards, the True Martial Sect will be distributed among the disciples because of your achievements in this round, while the last place will be divided into honorary disciples. Now in the first round of the competition, you guys can pick your opponents. " A young disciple of True Martial Sect was carrying a wooden tray, on it were eight wooden identity cards. These identity cards were already engraved with their names, however, the wooden plates were facing the back, with the same pattern engraved on them.

The wooden tablets were divided into two rows with four plates each.

The True Martial Sect young disciple held the wooden tablet and walked in front of Limu, saying: "The three disciples draw the True Martial Sect disciple's identity plate, whoever they draw will fight that disciple, get their own name, or draw the disciple who has already been selected to fight, and once again draw. The remaining two disciples will fight with each other."

Limu was closest to the True Martial Sect young disciple, so he first picked a wooden tablet.

When Limu slowly lifted the wooden board, his face was immediately filled with astonishment. He looked towards Mo Yuhan, who was on the right side of the board.

"Limu versus Mo Yuhan!" The True Martial Sect young disciple raised the wooden badge in Limu's hand and announced loudly.

Mo Yuhan playfully made a face at Limu.

The other children continued to draw wooden tablets, and the final result of the match was revealed one by one.

"Yi Fengping against Jing Tian!"

"Han Gaocong versus Yue Zhongyang!"

"Fewer than good against Luo Yu Fei!"

Now that the True Martial Sect assessment had progressed to this stage, Limu was able to safely become a True Martial Sect disciple, and he only had four Talisman left in his possession. Facing these children who had been selected as True Martial Sect disciples, Limu had no chance of winning with just his combat skills.

Limu currently only wanted to rely on the four remaining Talisman to fight for the seventh place spot of the True Martial Sect official disciple.

"Wood, come at me! I won't hurt you. " Mo Yuhan crooked her finger at Limu with a smile.

Limu only pursed his lips into a smile, raised his right hand and said, "Senior brother! I concede! "

"Wood, you …" Mo Yuhan was extremely astonished and had a puzzled expression on her face.

The audience was in an uproar. Limu had suddenly admitted defeat. The gap between his battle and the previous match was too big. In an instant, it was hard for them to accept the reality.

The True Martial Sect disciples were also extremely surprised, but giving up this competition was also the right of all disciples.

"Since junior has chosen to concede, then … Mo Yuhan has won this battle!" The True Martial Sect young disciple announced loudly.

The other three matches had also started simultaneously. At this moment, when they heard the news of Limu admitting defeat, everyone was shocked.

Especially Yue Zhongyang, who was extremely surprised. He originally had the upper hand, but suddenly stopped his attack and coldly snorted. "This little bastard clearly wants to avoid me!"

"Senior!" I admit defeat as well! " Yue Zhongyang immediately shouted.

Yue Peng had always been watching the fight with Mo Lingfeng. Now that he saw his son give up the competition, although he didn't know the reason, this action was really stupid.

"Yue Zhongyang, you idiot!" Yue Peng could not help but be infuriated by the audience.

"Brother Yue, calm down! Maybe nephew has other ideas. " Mo Lingfeng consoled her, but he had a bad premonition in his heart.

Limu returned to the center of the high platform, followed by Yue Zhongyang.

"Senior!" "Next, can I compete with this beggar?!" Yue Zhongyang glared at Limu and said.

The True Martial Sect young disciple was not an idiot as well.

"Junior brother, don't worry!" "Rest and wait for a while, the Senior Brothers have their own arrangements!" The True Martial Sect young disciple also felt disgust towards Yue Zhongyang, his voice was also extremely cold, and he did not directly answer Yue Zhongyang's unreasonable question.

Although Yue Zhongyang was arrogant, even though he was not being respectful towards these senior brothers from True Martial Sect, he definitely did not dare to be rash. He could only endure and wait for the senior brothers' arrangements.

This round of the competition was extremely exciting, and it ended extremely quickly.

Mo Yuhan, Han Gaocong, Luo Yufei and Yi Fengping each won this round, while Limu, Yue Zhongyang, Jing and Jing each lost.

The eight people drew lots again and were divided into four groups.

Mo Yuhan against Falling Rain Fei, Han Gaocong against Yi Fengping, Limu against Jing Chao, Yue Zhongyang against Li.

Limu and Yue Zhongyang brushed past each other once again. This made Yue Zhongyang extremely honest, but it was useless to hide it. After all, this was the result of drawing lots.

Limu knew clearly in his heart that Yue Zhongyang wanted to fight with him! Since it was unavoidable, he would have to fight the opponent with his strongest strength. Only then would he have the confidence to win!

The four Talisman s could not be wasted. Since Yue Zhongyang was willing to continue playing with him, he was fortunate to have Yue Zhongyang become an honorary disciple!

Limu made up his mind! He couldn't help but sneer.