C232 Thousands
C232 Thousands
Chu Yan started to calculate in his mind.
"The Spirit Apostle Ranking uses a single elimination competition. In other words, if I can win two matches in a row, then I should be able to enter the top one thousand."
Next, it was time to draw lots.
In order to try to be as fair as possible, the drawing of lots would be based on the ranking competition above, and disciples of the same level would be arranged into different groups.
This way, he could avoid the phenomenon of the strong gathering together and the weak flocking together.
For example, the top ten disciples would be directly divided into ten different groups.
And then, the remaining twenty to fifty disciples would be divided into ten different groups.
And so on.
At this moment, the atmosphere at the scene became slightly tense.
Although this ranking was as fair as possible, Spirit Apostle Ranking Competition only ranked once every three months.
In three months time, a cultivator's strength would change.
Therefore, when grouping into groups, it was impossible to avoid a situation where there was a collision between the strong and the weak.
When some of the disciples saw that they had already run into a disciple who was ranked higher than them in the first round, their faces immediately paled and their eyes filled with despair.
When some disciples saw that their first opponent was a weak chicken, their faces filled with confidence.
When it was Chu Yan's turn, his heart was as calm as water.
No matter how big the scene was, he had seen it before. This kind of competition wasn't enough to shock him.
After drawing the lots, Chu Yan looked at the list of groups, and his eyes suddenly focused.
In his group, the strongest person was impressively the only female disciple out of the last ten that had ranked, and also the most eye-catching out of the top ten, Jiang Panmeng!
Looking over, the other party was obviously not paying attention to Chu Yan who was in the middle of the crowd.
"It's a little difficult, but it's not like we don't have a chance." Chu Yan raised his head, he looked at the top ten on the list, and after a moment, he returned back to his seat and sat down.
After everyone had drawn their lots, the competition officially began.
The Spirit Apostle Ranking Competition's rule was very simple, it was that there were no rules.
On the stage, disciples could use any means they could muster to knock the opponent out of the ring, or to beat the opponent until he admitted defeat.
During this period of time, there was no need to worry about using some deathblows, because there would be attendants and elite disciples who had reached the Earth Origin Stage watching from the side of the stage. As long as a disciple's life was in danger, they would naturally stop the competition.
Once they made a move, the disciple who was about to be beheaded would naturally be sentenced to lose.
And because there were deacons and elite disciples watching, it was naturally impossible for someone to use some evil tricks to win the competition.
Shattered Star Pavilion holding this kind of ranking competition every three months was naturally to encourage the disciples of the sect to fight for more cultivation resources. However, anyone who misunderstood would naturally not be allowed to compete.
If such a disciple were to be discovered, at best, he would lose the competition, deducted an indeterminate amount of salary, and was prohibited from participating in the ranking tournament for a period of time.
At an early age, some disciples would still use some tricks, but once someone received an extremely serious punishment and made an example out of nothing, no one dared to move their head again.
At least in the last hundred ranking matches, there had not been any problems.
Chu Yan's first opponent in the round was a disciple who he thought was extremely strong.
The weapon in this disciple's hand was a giant axe. The axe was as big as a wheel. As this disciple stood there, he cast a huge shadow that would cause people to tremble in fear.
This disciple looked at Chu Yan and sneered: "Last time, I was ranked 872. I advise you to just surrender, don't waste your time."
Chu Yan clasped his hands behind his back and cast a sidelong glance at him. "Talk to me about this again when you're at the eighth rank."
"You!" The disciple choked on his words, his eyes staring like copper bells. When the bell for the start of the competition rang, he suddenly shouted, showing agility that did not match his body, in that moment, he jumped above Chu Yan's head, raised his axe and slashed down onto Chu Yan's head.
"Mountain Destroying Axe!"
Hualala!
The giant axe came crashing down, causing the air in the surroundings to vibrate, forming waves visible to the naked eye. The loud sounds caused others to wonder if he was in the midst of a huge wave.
"So rank 872 is actually this kind of strength." Chu Yan looked at the other party and spoke indifferently.
In the next moment, he took out the Seven Stars Windstorm Steps.
Swish!
BOOM!
When the giant axe smashed onto the ground ruthlessly, Chu Yan was already behind the opponent.
The disciple felt as if his back was pushed by a moving mountain and his body was sent flying. He didn't even have time to react before he fell out of the arena.
After falling to the ground, he was stunned for a long time before recovering. His eyes were wide open and filled with disbelief.
As for those who wanted to see Chu Yan make a fool of himself, all of them had their mouths wide open, unable to say a word.
"I, how could I …" "How could I lose to you …" The disciple who was thrown off the stage stood up, he stared at Chu Yan, his eyes filled with unwillingness.
Chu Yan laughed coldly: "You didn't mock me earlier, so I didn't hit you hard. Or should I say, you want to try and taste the taste of my teeth being knocked out?"
The disciple's body trembled. Without another word, he picked up his axe and dived into the crowd.
Because the square was set up with array formations, the first few rounds of the competition could all be conducted simultaneously through array formations. Thus, the first round ended very quickly.
Chu Yan smoothly entered the top two thousand.
The second round of the competition quickly began.
At this time, the majority of the disciples present had already rubbed their hands together, secretly rousing themselves.
This was because as long as he could win this match, he would basically be able to enter the top 1000 rankings of the Spirit Apostle Board.
As long as one entered the top 1,000, they would be rewarded with five spirit stones.
At least in terms of spirit stones, after deducting three spirit stones from the fee, he could still earn two of them. After all, they were the capital for cultivation.
Chu Yan's opponent for this round was a buckteeth.
Chu Yan had an impression of this buck tooth. Back then, when he paid the spirit stones, this guy mocked him the most.
"I've always told you that it came from the heart. Judging from your appearance, you usually scold people quite a bit, right?" Looking at the other party, Chu Yan laughed coldly, "Speaking of which, all of your abilities are just for words?"
"Bastard!" I will definitely make you pay for those words! " The bucktoothed disciple roared, raised his sword and rushed towards Chu Yan, "Constellation sword art!"
In that moment, sword light scattered everywhere and a silver light flashed. It interweaved into a bright river of stars in front of Chu Yan, brimming with killing intent as it flowed down.
Sweeping his eyes at the sword in his hand, Chu Yan grinned: Not bad, a fifth grade sharp weapon, no wonder you have such big words.
Bucktooth grinned. He was about to say, "You know you're regretting it now."
However, before he could even finish his words, he discovered that the longsword in his hand was snatched away by Chu Yan, who formed a metal ball with a casual wave of his hand. As for the sword lights that filled the sky, they instantly disappeared, leaving nothing behind.