Chapter 30: History is written by the victors

Lu Chen, what luck? He actually scraped through to advance!

I remember the second round's reward being a fourth-tier magical artifact—I've never even touched one in my life!

Luck? You've been watching this long and still think it's luck?

I feel he's still hiding...

In the air, the Envoy's gloomy gaze swept over Lu Chen's silhouette, and the jade slip in his hand flashed with a barely perceptible dark light.

Immediately afterward, his voice boomed as he announced the start of the final round of the grand competition.

The final round tests teamwork ability! And it will decide the positions of the ultimate Holy Son and Holy Maiden.

Those who advance may freely choose one opposite-sex partner from among the twenty.

If the numbers of men and women are uneven, then we will postpone...

After the Envoy clearly explained the final round's rules, all those who had advanced quickly formed their respective teams.

Xue Wuying teamed up with a strikingly beautiful female cultivator he didn't know, and their relationship seemed off.

Wang Lan teamed up with Mei Qianxue, and their combined strength is not low.

Gu Xiangxiang naturally chose Lu Chen, but whereas before she didn't believe in him, now she's actually more curious about how much strength he's hiding.

The twelve teams each took their places at the edge of the square, and every move they made tugged at the hearts of all the disciples and elders.

Once one becomes a Holy Son or Holy Maiden, even the elders gain the qualification to go to the Heavenly Demon Sect.

With the Heavenly Demon Sect's foundations, even bottlenecks that were previously hard to break through can be easily overcome.

However, just as the Envoy was about to announce the start of the final round, Wang Lan suddenly stepped forward a few paces, clasped his hands, and asked:

Envoy Sir, may I ask if there are any restrictions for this round?

His words were polite, but many present could hear the implied meaning.

No restrictions—all disciples may give free rein to their abilities.

The disciples understood.

Wang Lan clasped his hands in salute, then retreated to his original spot.

The Envoy glanced around, saw that no one had further questions, and spoke again.

The final round begins!

As his words fell, the atmosphere in the square instantly turned tense, and the twenty-four participants kept scanning the other teams.

After all, everyone is an enemy to each other; no one wants to become the target of a gang-up.

Just as the atmosphere reached a stalemate, Xue Wuying was the first to move again.

His figure was like a ghost; with a breath, his fingertips passed several people, and the blood blade in his hand, wrapped in monstrous killing intent, thrust straight at Wang Lan's neck.

But just as it was about to pierce the opponent's flesh, Wang Lan's stature suddenly swelled, and his formerly fragile skin instantly became like steel.

Clang!

The metallic clang rang out, instantly drawing everyone's gaze.

As the two strongest individuals present, recognized by all, their internal conflict is naturally what most people hope to see.

Thus, in an instant, the others voluntarily cleared a space, leaving only Wang Lan and Xue Wuying.

The blood blade scraped a dazzling spark on Wang Lan's neck, but ultimately failed to break through that diamond-like skin.

Bang! At that moment, Wang Lan suddenly went on the offensive, his killing intent surging; with a single strike he sent Xue Wuying retreating several meters.

Blood Shadow Soul Devour! Xue Wuying exploded backward; the next instant a blood mist suddenly appeared, and before Wang Lan could react, numerous phantoms lunged at his face.

Seeing this, Wang Lan immediately went on the defensive.

For a time, their battle fell into a stalemate.

At the edge of the arena, Lu Chen's gaze wandered between the two.

Watching their fight, the smile on his face could barely be contained.

What treasures—no wonder they're core disciples who've been in the sect for so many years!

Wang Lan's skin-hardening defensive art is definitely no lower than fourth-tier.

And Xue Wuying's Blood Shadow Soul Devour, if timed right, can absolutely cripple an enemy.

After a few moments, Xue Wuying could no longer hold back and began to unleash his trump card; the previously stalemated situation instantly shifted.

Blood Sacrifice Grand Art!! Xue Wuying roared, his skin began to ooze beads of blood, and his aura suddenly surged.

Although it didn't reach late Core Formation, it was already worlds apart from before.

Seeing this, everyone present turned pale.

Even Wang Lan's face showed shock: 'You're crazy! Using this forbidden technique now?!'

Everyone knows what the Holy Son stands for—if you want to win, cut the chatter!

Xue Wuying's face twisted; many watching felt a twinge of fear.

However, Grand Elder Mu Yun, watching from outside, was immensely proud.

Mei Qianxue, standing at the sidelines, hesitated whether to step forward and help.

Good! Since it's come to this, let's fight!

The next moment, Wang Lan's aura likewise began to surge, and he likewise unleashed a forbidden technique.

Just as the two were at swords' point, ready for a decisive battle, Xiao Qingyang and Yun Heng suddenly jumped in from the sidelines.

Seeing those two join the fight, several disciples couldn't help but follow suit.

By contrast, Lu Chen had already leisurely found a place to sit down, with no intention of lifting a hand.

Seeing that Senior Gu Xiangxiang had nowhere to sit, he even invited her to sit on his lap.

Although she politely declined, he didn't feel embarrassed.

He continued to watch their showdown.

This session of the grand competition truly is a crouching tiger, hidden dragon...

It's just a pity that, if one were to lose under such circumstances, inner demons could accompany them for life, ultimately causing them to end in sorrow.

Several elders gathered together and began discussing the disciples' situations.

If we win, we will follow together to the Heavenly Demon Sect.

"If we lose and also become afflicted with inner demons, then we can only..." One of the elders suddenly revealed a gloomy smile.

Although they are both demonic cultivators, their dispositions differ.

Regarding his idea, the several elders each had their own opinions.

That elder had spoken only halfway when he suddenly turned his gaze toward Su Qian not far away.

Elder Su, I suppose you suddenly took that Lu Chen as a disciple precisely for this purpose, right?

Otherwise, it seems there is no other possibility.

To his words, Su Qian turned a blind eye.

Back then, she was indeed ruthless and merciless; the number of people who died at her hands is countless.

But, she has indeed changed now.

She herself cannot even explain this feeling; she only knows that she has become different from before.

Following Su Qian's gaze, Lu Chen saw Yun Heng and another person join the battle, seemingly still having no intention to act.

In his view, if a matter lacks sufficient assurance, it is recklessness.

Recklessness leads to death.

History is written by the victors; no matter how cautious one is, as long as they ultimately win.

Then everything will be as they say.

Lu Chen, when will we make our move?

Beside him, Gu Xiangxiang came over and asked.

Senior sister, if you don't mind, we should still wait for the other few teams to decide the outcome.

You're still this cautious... fine, then we'll follow your lead.