C89 Number 33
C89 Number 33
Gao Wu announced loudly and forcefully suppressed the noisy atmosphere. Only half of the hundreds of core disciples were left after the elimination round. The competition for the spots in the Heavenly Nether Secret Cave Calendar was fierce and cruel!
"Zhuohao, what number are you?" Nan Yudia asked in a low voice. At the same time, she showed Qi Zhuohao the number of her wooden plate.
Seeing this, Qi Zhuohao said with some bitterness, "I drew number thirty-three. This number seems to be fated with me!"
The pavilion that Qi Zhuohao lived in was number 33. Now, he drew number 33 wooden plate. This situation made him feel speechless. He was sure that... This wasn't arranged by Gao Wu, because drawing lots wasn't a bad idea. It all depended on luck!
The disciples whispered softly. Not long after, a huge wooden signboard was moved to the square by a few disciples. Qi Zhuohao and the others all walked over to look at the numbers on the signboard. Their eyes were solemn.
"Yudia, you are number nine, your opponent is number nineteen, and I am number thirty-three. My opponent is number forty-three. There seems to be a pattern to this number showdown ranking!"
Qi Zhuohao said in a low voice, following the numbers on the list. It was number one versus number eleven, number ten versus twenty, number twenty-one versus number thirty-one, number thirty versus forty. Each of the twenty disciples would fight a round, and the ranking was very simple.
"Hmm, there's indeed a pattern. I wonder who's number 19 and 43 respectively?"
Nan Yudia nodded her head and replied. There were only numbers on the notice board, and no names of the disciples. Before the battle began, no one knew who their opponent was. The number of names of this competition would accompany the disciples to the Afterglow Peak battlefield.
Qi Zhuohao chuckled and said, "Who cares who he is? We will never fail. We must obtain the trial quota... "
Before Qi Zhuohao finished his words, Gao Wu's sonorous voice sounded again, "Everyone, you have remembered your number and the number of your opponents. Now, the elimination round has officially begun. Number one and number eleven, go on stage. "
"Also, before the day of the competition ends, no disciple is allowed to leave the square ahead of time. Do you understand?"
Gao Wu continued to announce that even if the disciple wins, in the end, it is very likely that he will be challenged by the members of other teams. All disciples must ensure that they can participate in the challenge at any time. It had to be known that even the eliminated disciples had the chance to challenge others.
Of course, if a disciple was eliminated, then he would challenge the disciples of other team forces. There was only one chance, and it was limited to that day. If he didn't succeed in the challenge, then the competition for the discipleship in Heavenly Nether Secret Cave would have nothing to do with him anymore!
Qi Zhuohao and the others responded with loud voices. Soon after, the atmosphere in the square became lively and tense, because number one and eleven had already stepped onto the stage, and the first round of the elimination competition was about to begin.
"Manager Meng, I didn't expect that my opponent, number one, would be you! There is no need to fight this match anymore. I admit defeat!"
Not only the young disciple on the arena, even Qi Zhuohao and the others were speechless. The number one disciple was Meng Ziyan, who was a master at the Great Circle of the Spirit Acceptance Stage. Her opponent was only at the fourth level of the Spirit Acceptance realm. She did not admit defeat. Was that disciple asking for a beating?
"Since Junior Brother has taken the initiative to admit defeat, then please withdraw from the arena! Right, in the competition, please call me Senior Sister Meng!"
This result seemed to have been within Meng Ziyan's expectations. She heard the indifferent reply. That disciple admitted defeat, it was not good for her to make a move on him. Of course, if she could win without making a move, she was very happy.
Meng Ziyan was a very conceited person. In her opinion, her own strength was only worthy to be felt by her true opponent. She was also a cautious person. It was undoubtedly a good thing that she could not expose her martial techniques and killing moves earlier!
Seeing the eleventh disciple walk down the arena dejectedly, Qi Zhuohao could not help sighing in his heart, "Meng Ziyan, you schemed against me. I really hope I can meet you in the arena. At that time, I'll teach you a lesson!"
The matter of Meng Ziyan scheming against Qi Zhuohao, Qi Zhuohao was still brooding over it. Meng Ziyan, this crazy girl who liked to play tricks on others, Qi Zhuohao was very displeased with her. He also believed that if nothing unexpected happened, he would be able to face Meng Ziyan.
"The eleventh disciple admitted defeat without a fight. The first disciple won this match. Directly advance to tomorrow's match, the next match will begin!" Gao Wu announced the result with a loud voice. A Deacon beside Du Qingluo quickly recorded the result of the match.
Immediately after, Number Two and Number Twelve quickly went onto the stage. The two of them looked at each other, and their eyes were filled with intense fighting intent.
"Junior Brother Hua, you and I are really enemies! I didn't expect that on the first day of the elimination round, you and I would actually become opponents!"
The twelfth disciple was a woman, a seventh level Spirit Acceptance Stage expert. She was a disciple of the Loonghwa Association, and her opponent, Qi Zhuohao, knew her. It was Hwa Tianba. Qi Zhuohao knew the result without thinking. How could Hwa Tianba be a match for that female disciple?
One should know that the current Hwa Tianba was only at the fourth level of the Spirit Acceptance realm. In the face of an expert at the seventh level of the Spirit Acceptance realm, Hwa Tianba didn't even have the strength to fight back. It was already a matter of time before he was eliminated.
Hwa Tianba could be seen glaring at the female disciple with a gloomy expression, as if he was struggling in his heart. Finally, he said, "Senior Sister Yang, I know that I'm no match for you, but I, Hwa Tianba, am not a coward. Come on, let's have a good fight!"
Initially, he thought that Hwa Tianba would admit defeat, but he didn't expect Hwa Tianba to have some backbone. He actually dared to provoke that female disciple. Of course, in the eyes of many disciples... Hwa Tianba's actions were considered foolish and overconfident!
The outcome of this elimination match was just as Qi Zhuohao and the other disciples had expected. Hwa Tianba had been severely injured and was eliminated. After that, the next elimination match would begin...
In the next few elimination rounds, some of them ended with one side admitting defeat, while others went through a fierce battle to determine the victor. Finally, the ninth disciple, Nan Yudia, stepped onto the arena and calmly waited for her opponent to step onto the arena.
Very quickly, a figure slowly walked onto the arena. What was unexpected was that it was Qin Ce. Three days ago, he was seriously injured by Nan Yudia, and now Qin Ce, who had yet to recover from his injuries, had once again confronted Nan Yudia.
Listening to the whispers below the arena, Nan Yudia acted as if she did not hear it. As for Qin Ce, his face was bitter. He also did not expect to meet Nan Yudia on the first day. He knew in his heart that he was very helpless and had been eliminated. It was a fact that could not be changed.
Three days ago, Qin Ce was seriously injured by Nan Yudia with one strike. Qin Ce was not stupid. In his current condition, it was a very irrational choice to fight Nan Yudia. It was better to admit defeat early, or else the consequences would be unimaginable!
At this point, Qin Ce hurriedly opened his mouth and admitted defeat. He hated Nan Yudia very much in his heart. Originally, even if he was eliminated, he still had a chance to challenge others. But because of his injuries, he had to challenge a disciple at the first level of the Spirit Acceptance Stage. He didn't have much confidence that he could win the trial in Heavenly Nether Secret Cave. It had nothing to do with him anymore.
At the beginning, Qin Ce had actually thought that he would be able to meet a disciple of the Loonghwa Association who was at a lower realm. If that was the case, he would be able to pick up a loophole and advance to the next day's competition. But now, it seemed like... He had thought too much. Strength and luck, he didn't have them either!
Seeing Qin Ce walk down the stage with a dispirited expression, Nan Yudia waited for Gao Wu to announce the results of the elimination match and also walked down the stage without batting an eyelid. This match was very easy to win, but she knew about the upcoming fights. It would definitely not be so simple.
Watching the battles between the disciples was very beneficial to Qi Zhuohao and Nan Yudia, because they could feel the strength of the disciples and witness their martial techniques to increase their experience and experience!
The elimination rounds were carried out in an orderly manner. It had to be said that although the elimination rounds on the first day were exciting, the battle between the disciples was not intense. Not long after, it was Qi Zhuohao's turn to fight.
"Now, let's invite the thirty-third disciple and forty-third disciple to the stage. The elimination round will continue!"
When he heard Gao Wu's lazy voice, Qi Zhuohao felt excited and excited. After waiting for nearly an hour, it was finally his turn to go to the stage. He wondered if he would encounter a powerful opponent with a high cultivation base.
At the same time Qi Zhuohao walked onto the arena, a thin man with a sharp face and monkey cheeks also came onto the arena. Obviously, he was the forty-third disciple, Qi Zhuohao's opponent.
Looking at the male disciple opposite him from afar, Qi Zhuohao's eyes were very calm. Although the cultivation realm of that disciple wasn't too high, it was still three minor realms higher than him. He was an expert at the sixth level of the Spirit Acceptance realm. Of course... Qi Zhuohao didn't care about such a realm. He still wanted to meet a decent opponent. It seemed like it wouldn't happen.
The disciple looked at Qi Zhuohao with a serious expression. In his eyes... He knew Qi Zhuohao and knew many of his deeds. To be honest, he didn't want to face Qi Zhuohao, but he had encountered him. He had to fight again!
"Junior Brother Qi, actually, I don't want to meet you, but I have no choice. We are enemies now. Please make your move!"
This disciple wasn't from the Loonghwa Association. As soon as his voice faded, all of the disciples looked at the ring with serious expressions. Obviously... Almost everyone present had heard of Qi Zhuohao's name. However, there were still many experts who had been in seclusion for a long time, and none of them knew who Qi Zhuohao was.
"This man is Qi Zhuohao. Rumor has it that he has comprehended the Desolate Force. Is this true?"
"Senior brother, you don't have to doubt this. This Qi Zhuohao is not simple. I heard that he even managed to keep his life in the hands of the Wilted Wood Peak's master. Don't just think that his realm is not high, his means are not to be trifled with!"
" Oh! In that case, he can be my opponent, hehe! I'm really looking forward to having a match with him..."
The disciples were whispering to each other, discussing Qi Zhuohao. However, Qi Zhuohao couldn't be bothered with them. He stared at the disciple with an expressionless face and said in a flat tone, "Senior brother, please!"
As soon as his voice faded, Qi Zhuohao stood motionless on the spot, waiting for the disciple to attack. That disciple wasn't from the Loonghwa Association. Therefore, Qi Zhuohao didn't want to attack him ruthlessly. All he needed to do was to knock him off the arena.
"Alright, since junior brother isn't going to attack, let me have a taste of junior brother's skills!"
The disciple wasn't angry because of Qi Zhuohao's attitude. On the contrary, he was furious. He knew that Qi Zhuohao had the confidence to do so. Before his voice faded, he had already waved the long staff in his hand and rushed towards Qi Zhuohao. The fighting intent in his eyes was boiling. He wanted to strike first and seize the initiative...