Chapter 484

This one-on-one arena match will continue until only one competing disciple remains as the victor.

After hearing the clear rules, the crowd began to discuss.

Don't be fooled by Ninth Province's current temporary first-place points; I estimate that in the first two hundred rounds, Ninth Province will have to eliminate one hundred sixty participants! Those eliminated receive no points. The points of other continents or islands will rise quickly. By then, Ninth Province will still be at the bottom.

Do you remember the previous sect grand competition? In the first two hundred rounds of one-on-one arena matches, Ninth Province eliminated one hundred eighty‑one participants!

Hahaha…

Many people burst into laughter.

At this moment, the spectators across Ninth Province watching the sect grand competition also heard these mocking voices; their feelings became extremely conflicted, and they felt deeply aggrieved.

The Ninth Province crowd on site wore uneasy expressions, yet they didn't know how to rebut.

Their overall strength in Ninth Province truly lagged behind other continents or islands, so they naturally kept silent, lest they be the ones embarrassed in the end.

On the high platform, Fan Quan the Immortal Master maintained a normal expression, but inside felt both helpless and aggrieved.

However, he vaguely felt that Ninth Province would no longer be at the bottom in this sect grand competition.

Because…

Fan Quan's gaze swept over Yuan Yao and the others, stirring a hopeful feeling within him.

Soon, it was time for the twelve teams to select competing disciples for one-on-one arena matches.

At this moment, on the Ninth Province team side.

The competing disciples looked at each other, seeming uncertain.

Xiao Lingwei looked at them: "Who wants to go first in the first arena match?"

Zhai Qingye analyzed: "According to previous sect grand competitions, teams from other continents or islands usually let the weaker disciples go first. Therefore, the earlier a disciple steps onto the arena, the more chance they may have to win."

At this moment, a disciple of the Golden Core Realm calmly analyzed: "We who are only at the Golden Core Realm, whether we fight early or late, are likely to lose. So, for Ninth Province's win rate, let us Golden Core disciples face the stronger opponents from other continents or islands; this way we might reduce the elimination rate."

Ling Huya nodded: "That is also a viable method."

"Do you agree to use this tactic?" Xiao Lingwei scanned all the young disciples, seeing hesitation, determination, or panic on their faces.

At this time, a female disciple said in a deep voice: "Everything is for Ninth Province! I agree!"

Another person echoed: "Only by uniting can we prevent Ninth Province from losing so badly and becoming a laughingstock."

Among Ninth Province's competing disciples, over a hundred are in the Golden Core Realm.

Therefore, Ninth Province will inevitably have the highest number of eliminations.

A disciple looked at Yuan Yao and the others: "Comrade Yuan, you must earn more points for Ninth Province!"

Yuan Yao heard this, and nodded solemnly.

Cang Li clasped both hands: "Since that's the case, let me, Cangaotian, go first."

Upon hearing this, no one raised an objection.

Soon, the referee began summoning twelve competing disciples onto the massive arena platform.

"A Li, remember not to force resistance!"

"Third senior brother, give it your all!"

"Cang fellow disciple, please win the top prize for our Ninth Province!"

Before stepping onto the arena, Cang Li blew them a flying kiss.

Ninth Province disciples: "…"

The twelve participants gathered on the arena platform.

Yuan Yao saw a familiar face among them: it was Wei Yan Hong of Seventh Province!

At this moment, the Dan Alliance President Cang Conghuan, seated on the high platform, slightly raised his eyebrows, his gaze following Cang Li's figure.

Cang Li drew lots and got a disciple sent from Second Province.

That disciple's cultivation was early Nascent Soul Realm, exactly matching Cang Li's level.

The first one-on-one arena duel happened to be between the two of them.

Cang Li stood on the arena with his opponent, smiling and offering a fist salute.

"I am Cang Li of Ninth Province!"

"Second Province, Wang Yue."

The audience members began to chatter.

"Which of them will win, you think?"

"Obviously Wang Yue!"

"I think it's hard to say, because both are at the same level; it's truly difficult to determine who will win."

"I bet in the first round, Cang Li of Ninth Province will win; don't forget, he is a disciple of the Thousand Mountain Immortal Lord."

"Isn't he an alchemist? I guess his cultivation is forced through pills—looks impressive but not useful."

Before the murmurs below subsided, Cang Li had already moved.

He pointed his index finger like a sword, drew a pull in the void, a red arc suddenly appeared, and a long spear glowing with molten‑lava sheen was already in his hand; its tip angled toward the ground, kicking up fine dust, with faint sounds of wind and thunder winding around the shaft.

On the other side, Wang Yue, as a spell cultivator, did not summon weapons.

He stood tall, his robes fluttering slightly in the breeze, his expression composed.

Before Wang Yue finished speaking, a massive spiritual pressure surged like a tsunami, causing the light barrier at the arena's edge to ripple.

His ten fingers fluttered, swift as after‑images; mysterious seals rapidly coalesced and transformed in his palms, and in an instant a massive red seal, about a zhang tall and covered with flowing runes, hovered in midair, radiating blazing light and scorching aura that made the audience hold their breath.

"Purifying World Fire!"

With Wang Yue's low shout, the huge red seal suddenly exploded, turning into countless crimson fireballs the size of basins, sweeping toward Cang Li and enveloping several zhang around him.

Cang Li lifted his brows slightly, then flicked his wrist; golden lightning crackled around the red spear shaft in an instant, its fierce light forcefully pushing the surrounding heat back by three degrees.

"Break!"

Cang Li exhaled, gathered force, and the red long spear shot out like a poisonous dragon from a cave, sweeping forward with a force of ten thousand jun!

Boom—

A deafening, ear‑splitting roar; the spear tip, wrapped in raging thunder and lightning, instantly tore through the fireball ahead, scattering flames, yet it could not hurt them a hair.

Cang Li seized the momentum at a point beneath their feet, moving with extreme speed, breaking through layer upon layer of fire waves, the spear tip pointing straight at Wang Yue's face!

Wang Yue, seeing this, remained unhurried, his expression calm as water, as if Cang Li's thunderous strike was merely a gentle breeze brushing his face.

They held their left hand behind their back, pointed a single finger of the right hand, and low‑voiced shouted, "Piercing Earth Primordial Net!"

Buzz—

As soon as the words fell, the ground beneath Cang Li suddenly cracked, countless sharp earth spikes glowing with a faint light erupted like bamboo shoots after rain, intertwining into a massive death net that surged from all directions toward Cang Li, sealing every space for evasion.

Cang Li's eyelids twitched slightly; instead of retreating they advanced, stamping the left foot forward forcefully, causing the ground to tremble.

They twisted their waist, swinging their arm like an iron whip; the red long spear slashed the void, emitting a sharp whooshing sound.

"Horizontal Thunder Form—"

"Wangchuan One Spear!"

The spear body surged with thunder and lightning, transforming into a golden thunder ray that spanned the heavens, striking the earth‑spike net beneath with fierce force!

Without pausing, they altered the spear's trajectory again, thrusting the spear tip straight at Wang Yue!