C9

The Little Demoness of the Linyuan City, Mo Yuhan, had been a martial artist since young, and had trained in the unique arts of her family. Furthermore, she was also a genius in martial arts cultivation, so it was easy for her to advance to the second round after three consecutive victories.

Yue Zhongyang was surprised by Limu's successful promotion to the second round. Originally, Limu wanted to continue watching the test competition between other children, but Yue Zhongyang was present so he was not in the mood to watch the following matches. Thus, he went back to the broken temple early.

On the morning of the second day, the spring sun shone brightly and the crowd of onlookers and children participating in the training were gathered on the plaza once again.

Limu had also rushed to the Spectator Stand training field early.

After the first round of knockout, more than four hundred of the three thousand children had successfully advanced to the second round.

The second round of the competition would proceed according to the method of drawing lots, the names of the children who would be promoted to the second round would already be in the hands of the young disciples in charge of the True Martial Sect examinations, and the four hundred over children would be arranged to compete on the eight arenas one on one, with the victor being promoted, and after the other children had finished, the children who had successfully advanced would be picked out, and the competition would continue, until the final sixteen students who had maintained their victory were selected.

This also meant that if one wanted to pass the second round, every child had to go through four to five battles, and they had to beat their opponents.

This round of training was going to be the most brutal, because the current four hundred or so children were all elites chosen from the three thousand or so other kids. If they wanted to defeat them, it would be even more difficult.

After Limu understood the match schedule, he thought to himself.

"Wood! Yesterday's performance was pretty good! It looks like this young miss has really underestimated you! " Limu was not the most outstanding one among all the children, but he was the most eye-catching. Mo Yuhan easily found Limu's location, patted on his shoulder and greeted him.

Although Limu had been paying attention to the direction of the stage, the unique fragrance of the orchid on Limu's body had already been smelt by Limu from a long distance away. At this moment, he turned around and looked at Mo Yuhan, who was dressed in a dark blue tight suit, and smiled: "Playing the pig to eat the tiger is little beggar's specialty."

"Ha!" "Wood, from the sound of your voice, it sounds like you have a plan!" Mo Yuhan said with a soft 'hur' and a mischievous smile.

"I just hope that I don't meet a scaredy little witch like you!" Limu sighed helplessly and joked.

"Hee hee!" Mo Yuhan laughed complacently. "I didn't expect there to be someone like you who is scared of a fool!" "If I really meet you in the arena, I won't be merciful!"

The drum sounded out once more from the center of the ring, and after the same three rings, there was complete silence.

"After yesterday's first round of training, there are 472 children who will be promoted to the second round. The second round will choose 16 children to be promoted to the next round.

In the north, south, east, and west arenas, there are one hundred and eighteen participants divided into two stages. Four will be chosen for the first round, fifty-eight will be eliminated for the first round, the remaining sixty will enter the second round, twenty-eight will be eliminated for the second round, and the remaining thirty-two will be selected for the third round of training tomorrow.

Due to the fact that there would be two and four participants directly participating in the first and second rounds of the competition, the slots for each round would be selected at random.

The first round of the competition was about to begin. The names of every competitor would be displayed in front of the arena.

After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, today's first round of training will officially begin.

The young cultivator from True Martial Sect who had announced the rules of the competition yesterday once again stood on the high platform in the center of the stage and announced.

The arrangement of the match was fairly fair, so it was about the same as what Limu predicted.

Limu had lost his parents at a young age, but his luck was pretty good after staying away from the pass for so many years. God always cared about him, but he didn't know if he had won the places that allowed him to be directly promoted.

If it was the entire process of the competition, it would be five matches. Although Limu had more than ten Talisman s protecting him, if he met a true expert and only used one symbol, he might not have any chance of winning. He might even use two or three of them in one battle.

If he could pass through three or four matches, it would be much easier.

"Wood! Don't be silly! Let's go to the arena and take a look! " Mo Yuhan lightly punched Limu on the shoulder and scolded.

"Oh!" Limu recovered from his deep thoughts and agreed. Then, he followed Mo Yuhan and walked to the front of the stage.

Many of the Linyuan City's children knew about each other. Some of them were depressed because they had met a troublesome opponent, and some of them were glad that they had met a weak opponent.

"Damn it!" This little bastard Limu! He was exempted from battle in the first round! I wonder if this little bastard has anything to do with the young disciple that True Martial Sect is responsible for! " From afar, he saw Yue Zhongyang, who was filled with rage, angrily push his way out from the crowd, pushing the surrounding children in a very overbearing manner.

Mo Yuhan and Limu happened to walk up to him. Although they didn't hear him clearly, they could tell what was going on from the conversation and the angry look on Yue Zhongyang's face.

"Yue Zhongyang!" Mo Yuhan said with a face full of provocation, "What's wrong? Envy, jealousy, hate?! This does not seem like the personality of your Young Master Yue! "

Yue Zhongyang was even angrier when he saw Limu following beside Mo Yuhan. However, he did not dare to show any displeasure in front of Mo Yuhan.

"Little bastard! A toad still wants to eat swan meat! "You better f * cking stay away from Yuhan!" Yue Zhongyang's face was pressed close to Limu's side as he looked down at him. His face was filled with anger as he threatened, "Remember this well. If your father meets me in the ring, I will cripple you!"

"Who's a toad? I'm not sure!" Limu was fearless and his eyes were cold. He said: "Young Master Yue, I have to tell you one more thing, I am the only one standing at the end of this stage! Be careful of the cold glints in the dark corners, that will be your final resting place! "

Although Yue Zhongyang was fierce and tyrannical, when he saw Limu's cold gaze, an inexplicable chill rose up in his heart. He stared blankly at the direction Limu had left.

Squeezing into the crowd, the only name that was specially written in red on the list announced by this arena came into view. It was Limu.

Limu didn't feel lucky or surprised because of this. Ever since he had landed in the Wasteland, the heavens seemed to have given him some compensation, always blessing him.

"Wood! Wood! Look! The only exception in this stage is you! " Mo Yuhan was obviously very excited when she saw Limu's name on the list. She pointed at the name on the list while pulling Limu.

"What a piece of wood!" Seeing that Limu seemed to be ignoring her, Mo Yuhan did not seem excited or happy at all. She could not help but mutter with a little disinterest, "This is a matter of the pie falling from the sky. Out of the 400 people here, only 8 are exempted, yet you are unmoved. I'm really impressed by you!"

Limu was secretly glad that he was unable to change his expression. It was really hard for a nine year old child to do it.