Chapter 1089: Ranked tenth

"Fuck your grandmother... I'm going to kill you!"

"He Pingsheng... even if the Heavenly King himself came today, I would still kill you!"

"You won't survive!"

The furious Heavenly Blade felt the Immortal Essence within his body continuously condensing, and with every move and style, he attacked He Pingsheng without pause, like a violent storm.

Although the attacks were airtight and it seemed as if He Pingsheng had almost no power to fight back, in reality, the Heavenly Blade's attack power was growing weaker and weaker.

Very soon, he was exhausted.

"Can't do it... can't do it..." After a flurry of attacks, the Heavenly Blade waved his hands as if he had entered a sage mode: "Little brother, can we take a break and then fight?"

"Let me catch my breath..."

"You bastard..."

"Stop..."

"Your grandmother..."

"Pfft..."

"Stop fighting... stop the damn fighting... just stop for a moment..."

"Little brother, let me catch my breath!"

He Pingsheng, just like the Heavenly Blade a moment ago, had no fancy moves; he simply threw punch after punch at the Heavenly Blade's body. With the Heavenly Blade's magic power depleted, he was relying entirely on his physical body to hold on!

At this moment, He Pingsheng also seemed exhausted; between their struggles, there was no longer any output of Immortal Essence, but rather the support of blood and Qi.

Punch after punch, every blow landing on flesh.

Very soon, the Heavenly Blade Daoist's face became bruised and swollen.

"I surrender..."

"I fucking surrender!"

"You freak!"

"Too much of a freak!"

"Wuwuwuwu..." A dignified man, the Heavenly Blade actually covered his face with both hands and began to wail.

He Pingsheng took a deep breath and walked out of the array with a leisurely stride.

"He Pingsheng... wins!"

He Pingsheng glanced at the stage below; almost everyone's gaze was focused on him.

Because the other matches had long since ended.

"Awesome..."

"This guy is truly powerful; he actually wore the Heavenly Blade down until he surrendered!"

"His strength cannot be underestimated; he counts as a heaven's pride expert!"

"Indeed, winning while at the ninth layer against the twelfth layer is truly impressive. However, looking at his moves just now, he seems to be exhausted as well!"

"That's right, exhausted!"

"This is troublesome. If he doesn't have a high-tier Spirit Pill to recover his dantian, how will he handle the third round of matches later!"

"Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit... this guy..."

"Dog thing, he actually has a Spirit Pill, and it's top-tier?"

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

"This..."

Watching He Pingsheng take out a top-tier Spirit Pill in public and swallow it in one gulp, everyone in the entire venue was in an uproar.

Top-tier!

A top-tier Spirit Pill; calling it a life-saving item would not be an exaggeration.

"Alright, the fifty-five people who passed the second round, please head to the main hall to randomly draw your number plates to determine your opponents for the third round!"

"There are fifty-five people in the third round; number fifty-five will get a bye and advance directly!"

"Go!"

The crowd swarmed into the main hall, each drawing a number plate.

He Pingsheng also drew one.

"Junior Brother He, what number did you draw?" Lu Xiaoci came to his side and asked.

He Pingsheng took out the number plate and showed it to Lu Xiaoci.

Lu Xiaoci immediately covered her mouth and laughed, saying: "Congratulations, Junior Brother He, you've advanced directly to the next round!"

That's right, He Pingsheng had good luck and drew number fifty-five.

Number fifty-five, a bye, directly entering the next round!

This meant He Pingsheng had directly entered the top twenty-eight.

Next was to leisurely watch the others' matches.

About half an hour later, all twenty-seven matches concluded, deciding a total of twenty-eight winners, including He Pingsheng.

"The fourth round draw, starting now!"

He Pingsheng entered the main hall again!

This time there was no such thing as a bye!

"What number?" Lu Xiaoci leaned over again.

He Pingsheng said: "Number one!"

Lu Xiaoci looked at the others in the great hall and called out, "Who is number two?"

A woman wearing purple robes walked over and said, "What is it, Qiao Shijie Lu? I am number two!"

A smile immediately appeared on Lu Xiaoci's face as she said, "Oh, it's Tian Shimei Mu Ran... It's nothing, your opponent is He Pingsheng!"

Tian Shimei Mu Ran looked toward He Pingsheng, her expression darkening instantly, and said, "I really can't fight this one!"

"My ranking in the sect is outside the top fifty. Entering the top twenty-eight was purely luck. I definitely can't beat Junior Brother He this time... I'll just concede!"

Mu Ran directly announced her concession.

On one hand, she truly felt she could not defeat He Pingsheng; after all, He Pingsheng was the one who had defeated that Heavenly Blade Daoist.

On the other hand, since she couldn't win, she might as well give Qiao Shijie Lu some face and just surrender.

Judging by Qiao Shijie Lu's demeanor, she was likely interested in this He Pingsheng.

Why wouldn't I be happy to do that?

Just like that, He Pingsheng was once again carried into the top fourteen!

After the top fourteen were decided, they drew lots in the fifth round, and He Pingsheng drew Zhang Zixian.

That Zhang Zixian was a top-five existence, so He Pingsheng surrendered directly.

He didn't fight!

As a result, seven of these fourteen people won, and seven lost.

The seven people in the loser's bracket competed for three spots. He Pingsheng had better luck and drew another relatively weak disciple. After putting on a show of fighting, he defeated that disciple and successfully entered the top ten.

The top ten still had to determine the final ranking order, which would be used for sect rewards.

He Pingsheng fought his way through, either by surrender or defeat, and ultimately ranked in the last position: tenth.

"This guy, his luck is just too good!"

"Exactly, all the way here, only Heavenly Blade was slightly impressive. Aside from Heavenly Blade, he hasn't encountered any decent opponents!"

"Nothing to be done, he's just lucky!"

"Isn't this luck a bit too good? He got a bye in the third round, someone surrendered in the fourth, and he advanced in the fifth even after losing?"

"Hahaha... Don't be envious. If his strength isn't enough, he'll get what's coming to him when we return to the Qiankun Immortal City, rest assured!"

Amidst the crowd's heated discussion, the Biyun Laozu wearing bright red robes finally appeared.

The Biyun Laozu came to present awards to the top ten disciples who had been decided.

He Pingsheng ranked tenth, so the reward he received was the smallest, only five hundred low-tier immortal crystals.

The key wasn't the reward, but the spot to participate in the Qiankun Immortal City competition.

"He Pingsheng..." After the awards ceremony ended, Biyun Laozu Hong Lian looked at the solitary figure of He Pingsheng in the Tianze Garden's territory, frowned, and asked, "What is going on?"

"You are here for the competition, didn't your Master come?"

"Where are Su Huang and the others?"

"Why are you all by yourself?"

A trace of bitterness appeared on He Pingsheng's face: "Cough, cough, cough... Biyun Laozu, my Master is in seclusion!"

"Seclusion?" Hong Lian immediately looked dissatisfied: "What kind of seclusion is this during the sect grand competition?"

"Even if it's seclusion, surely all four of them can't be in seclusion?"

"Not even one person to accompany you?"

"Tell me honestly, are they bullying you and not playing with you?"

The Biyun Laozu's bright eyes looked at He Pingsheng.

He Pingsheng's face became even more bitter: Bullying isn't happening, but it's true they don't take me along to play!