C395 The Fight for the Throne Had Begun
C395 The Fight for the Throne Had Begun
Outer disciples who did not wish to enter the Internal Portal were not good disciples.
Therefore, everyone hoped that they could obtain victory in this battle, and from that, step into the Internal Portal to become a Internal Portal disciple.
This kind of competition was held once every two years. Chen Shaofeng's luck was not bad, that was why he would meet such a grand gathering right after stepping into the outer sect.
Of course, if it was just ordinary outer sect disciples, they wouldn't have the qualifications to participate in this sort of competition.
This was all because he originally had the strength to step into the Internal Portal, which was why he had such a chance.
If those outer sect disciples who had just stepped into the Innate Spiritual Martial Stage wanted to go up, wouldn't that be no different from courting death?
There was no need to register beforehand for the Entry Competition. As long as you thought you were capable, you could directly jump onto the battling platform.
The central plaza was extremely huge, and there were five fighting stages. Only those who could place in the top two of these five fighting stages would have the qualifications to enter the Internal Portal.
Which is to say, there are at most ten people who can enter Internal Portal.
Amongst the outer sect disciples, there were the most terrifying number of people within the entire Golden Dragon Sect. There were over ten thousand disciples in the entire outer sect.
Other people above the seventh level of the Spirit realm would definitely want to participate in this Entry Competition. On one hand, it was to train themselves, on the other hand, they wanted to enter the Internal Portal to become a Internal Portal disciple.
Although Internal Portal was cruel, the treatment between the two was like heaven and earth. Only by entering Internal Portal could one's strength increase even faster.
Becoming strong was the dream of every fighter.
Only the strong could adapt to this world, obtain what they wanted, and protect what they wanted to protect.
When Chen Shaofeng arrived at the plaza, it was already packed full of people. There were some who were participating in the Entry Competition, and some who were also here to watch the competition.
A gathering like this was not common, so almost all of the outer sect disciples were gathered here.
It was fortunate that this square was so large that it could accommodate all the outer sect disciples. Otherwise, some people would not be able to watch the competition even if they wanted to.
Soon, the competition started. Since there was no need to register in advance, as long as one wanted to fight, there was no time limit. The sun rose on the same day as the start of the competition.
Furthermore, those who remained on the five battling platforms during the last hour were the winners of the Entry Competition.
"The Internal Portal Disciple Entry Competition officially begins, and the rules are as usual. Disciples who wish to fight for the spots are invited on stage to fight for the spots."
At this moment, the elder in charge of the Entry Competition had used his loud voice to resound across the entire central square.
As soon as he finished speaking, the outer sect disciples fell into silence.
No one went up to the battling platform because they knew very well that it was impossible for the two who had gone up first to last until the end.
Unless he possessed absolute strength, it would be impossible for him to persevere to the end.
Many people wanted to make their move just after noon, or when the time was almost over. Only by doing so would they be able to achieve a miraculous victory and not fall into the endless cycle of Samsara.
It was Chen Shaofeng's first time seeing this kind of situation, and he felt extremely confused.
With a simple thought, he understood. It was obvious that the first person to step onto the stage would be at a disadvantage.
However, it was impossible for the scene to continue on like this forever. Not long after, a few people jumped out and walked onto the stage. The battle had also begun at that moment.
It was the same as usual for the Entry Competition. Those disciples with powerful strengths had not appeared yet, nor had they come to the plaza. It was because they had absolute confidence in obtaining a placing.
As for the time ahead, it was all for the weaker members, so that they could gain better combat experience.
As one outer court disciple after another jumped onto the stage, some disciples walked off the stage dejectedly because they had lost.
He repeated this process from morning to noon and from noon to afternoon again.
As the sun gradually moved west in the sky, finally, one of the top ten disciples of the three peaks jumped onto the stage.
One was two, and two was three. Soon, the top ten disciples of the three main peaks took up five battling platforms.
From that moment onwards, this Entry Competition had nothing to do with the other outer court disciples anymore.
Although no one was willing to accept this outcome, no one dared to confront the top ten disciples of the three main peaks.
"Out of the way!"
A tyrannical and arrogant youth pushed his way through from the side. When they saw this person, many people made way for him because they all knew who he was. He was one of the top ten disciples of the Thousand Miles Peak, one of the three peaks.
The realm was naturally Ninth Level of Innate Spiritual Martial Stage, and as for the ranking, it was fifth disciple. It could also be considered a pretty good ranking.
It was no wonder that the surrounding people gave way to him when they saw him. After all, the next competition was between the top ten disciples of each peak.
However, what they didn't expect was that just as the youth was about to walk to the edge of the martial stage, his path was blocked by a youth, causing him to be extremely angry.
"Good dogs don't block the way!" Get out of my way. " The youth looked at the person in front of him and roared furiously.
"Are you talking to me?" The youth glanced at the young man and said.
"I'm talking to you right now. If you know what's good for you, then move away immediately. Otherwise, I'll just cripple you."
The youth's attitude was extremely arrogant, and the surrounding people didn't say anything. They only glanced at the youth for a brief moment, and then began to silently mourn for him.
"You want to cripple me?" The young man looked at the person in front of him with a funny expression.
"Yes!" "But now that I've changed my mind, even if you step aside, I will still cripple you."
The youth became even more arrogant as he approached the youth step by step.
When the surrounding disciples saw the young man approaching them, they couldn't help but to rub their hands together and close their eyes. It was as though they couldn't bear to see the young man being beaten to such a state.
The youth didn't say anything else, but the mockery in his words was extremely obvious.
Seeing the youth's mocking expression, the youth became even more furious. He punched out and roared, "Die!"
This punch was quite powerful and extremely quick. Ordinary people would not be able to take this punch. Even those in the same realm as him would not be safe and sound.
At this moment, the young man smiled. He truly believed that his fist contained a thousand jin of strength. Once it hit a person's body, even if they didn't die, they would still be severely injured.
However, no one expected that not long after the youth's punch was thrown, his face began to contort, and a miserable shriek sounded out from his mouth.
No one had expected such a scene to occur.
None of these outer sect disciples had expected that the one injured wasn't the youth, but the youth who was one of the top ten disciples of the Thousand Miles Peak. This made them think that they were wrong, but the truth was right in front of them.