The Sect Leader's Bizarre Recruitment Chapter 354: Everyone Advances, Sixth Round! (Part 2) - Novel Cool

Chapter 354: Everyone Advances, Sixth Round! (Part 2)

Chapter 354: Everyone Advances, Sixth Round! (Part 2)

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After the third round, logically, the audience should have been tired by now.

But at this moment, the audience showed no signs of fatigue or ‘aesthetic fatigue’; instead, they all widened their eyes: “The fourth round has already started. Those people who had always won easily will inevitably start encountering opponents and showcasing their strength!”

“Yes, from now on, it’s truly going to be exciting.”

“Looking around, some are happy, and some are worried.”

“That’s natural.”

It was too obvious!

Due to the existence of the twelve-colored light pillars, everyone could clearly see how many people remained in each direction.

“The major Holy Lands are all ‘happy,’ not even one has been eliminated.”

“After all, they are Holylands, and the ones who came to the conference are at least Sequence Disciples, right? How could the Sequence Disciples of Holylands fall so easily? If they could fall so easily, they wouldn’t be Holylands, and they certainly wouldn’t have been at the pinnacle of the Holylands for so many years.”

“True.”

“But… apart from the major Holylands, there is actually another force that hasn’t lost even a single person yet. This is somewhat bewildering.”

“You mean…”

“Moon Holding Sect?”

They couldn’t help but look in the direction of the Moon Holding Sect.

Sixteen light pillars remained!

And because most of the surrounding Heaven’s Pride had already been ‘cleared,’ these sixteen light pillars were particularly prominent, even more ‘bright’ than before.

“This Moon Holding Sect is indeed quite mysterious.”

“I had someone investigate. The direct disciples of the Moon Holding Sect are indeed all world-renowned Heaven’s Pride. They have demonstrated their strength more than once before, but a few of them have always kept a low profile. Who would have thought that they also have such strength?”

“They have hidden it so deeply!”

“Hidden?”

Lei Zhen had been paying attention to the Moon Holding Sect all along. Now, seeing the Moon Holding Sect’s outstanding performance, he was already beaming with joy.

What does this prove?

It proves that he didn’t misjudge or misspeak!

And when the people around him started discussing the Moon Holding Sect, he immediately raised his voice to join in: “What do you mean by ‘hidden’? The direct disciples of the Moon Holding Sect have never hidden!”

“It’s just that you all have been too arrogant all along and didn’t bother to pay attention.”

“Today, just watch closely.”

“Even the Holylands will be pulled off their pedestals!”

“There you go again,” someone said helplessly, “Lei Zhen, I’ve also investigated you and know that you were suppressed by them before. So what?”

“Many people can suppress you, let alone the Holylands.”

“You don’t understand anything,” Lei Zhen snorted coldly, “what you see is just the surface!”

“As for what’s real and what’s fake, you’ll understand after you watch.”

“True, you’ll understand after you watch, but your attitude is really annoying.”

“Exactly!”

Many people chimed in, all finding Lei Zhen annoying.

“Oh?”

Lei Zhen was unperturbed: “Since that’s the case, why not place a bet? After all, there are peripheral gambling rings everywhere now. We can place a bet without any harm.”

Everyone was stunned.

They never expected Lei Zhen to make such a suggestion.

“Are you all dumbstruck?”

Lei Zhen remained assertive and relentless.

“Fine, let’s bet!”

“Who’s afraid of who?”

“Lei Zhen, you’re bound to lose!”

“Hmph, if any one person from the Moon Holding Sect can defeat any one of the Holy Sons or Holy Daughters of the Holylands, you win!”

“Fine!” Lei Zhen clapped his hands, “Otherwise, I lose!”

“Then, what’s the stake?”

“You suggested it, shouldn’t you decide?”

“That’s true, so… my famous magic weapon, the Shadow Sword, will be my stake.”

“What about you?”

Upon hearing this, everyone was immediately shaken: “Lei Zhen, are you crazy?!”

“Your fame, more than half of it, comes from the Shadow Sword. Even the Shadow Sword’s fame surpasses yours! You’re actually using it as the bet?”

“You’re crazy, truly crazy!”

“Ha, I’m confident I’ll win, so naturally, the more valuable the better.”

“Are you all afraid to follow?”

“Hmph!” someone snorted, “If you dare to offer, why should we hesitate to follow?”

“In my opinion, you’re clearly trying to bluff us, trying to scare us off. But how easy is that?”

“Don’t worry, you’re bound to lose!”

“Fine, let’s wait and see!”

“However, your stakes must be at least as valuable as my Shadow Sword.”

“Naturally!”

“Fine, let’s bet.”

“…”

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Before they could finish speaking, someone suddenly exclaimed: “They’re matched up!”

“Who matched up?!”

“The direct disciple of the Moon Holding Sect with the disciple of the Holyland… matched up!”

“No, not the direct disciple of the Moon Holding Sect, it should be said, the third-generation disciple of the Moon Holding Sect.”

“Who?”

“Third generation… Jian Zi?”

“Yes, the only third-generation disciple of the Moon Holding Sect, and also the Sword Spirit Sacred Body of the Spirit Sword Sect!”

“Strange, isn’t it? As a first-rate disciple of the Spirit Sword Sect, how did he end up joining the Moon Holding Sect to become a third-generation disciple?”

“…”

·······

“Ha ha.”

On the arena.

Jian Zi’s opponent was outstanding, holding a sword in one hand, exuding his own demeanor: “Fang Hao of the Great Wilderness Sword Palace.”

“Uh…”

Jian Zi scratched his head: “Wen Jian, Sword disciple of the Spirit Sword Sect, please.”

“Spirit Sword Sect?”

Fang Hao was slightly surprised: “When you previously introduced yourself, didn’t you say you were a disciple of the Moon Holding Sect?”

“But I am also the sword disciple of the Spirit Sword Sect.”

Jian Zi pondered, "I was also thinking about which name to report, but since we both use swords, it might be more appropriate to report the Spirit Sword Sect."

"I see."

Fang Hao nodded, his body exuding righteousness, like a true gentleman.

Swords were weapons of the gentleman.

Though they were deadly, they also valued integrity the most.

Pure sword cultivators were mostly upright and straightforward, their hearts and minds focused solely on the sword in their hands.

"Please."

"Please."

Clang! Two sword auras shot straight into the sky, their sword intents criss-crossing, the sword auras undulating endlessly.

"Indeed, you are worthy of the title of the current sword cultivator. Your sword aura and sword intent are already on par with mine. However, the disparity in our foundations is too great, so..."

"Be careful!"

Fang Hao smiled, Then he made a straightforward move, the sword technique both powerful and astonishing.

Jian Zi hastily defended, but he was somewhat surprised in his heart.

He felt something was off.

Back then, when they had provoked the Peach Blossom Sword God, he and San Ye had both participated in the fight.

And it had been a great victory!

By logic, Fang Hao shouldn’t be completely unfamiliar with him, right?

Yes, he was indeed not in the team back then, but wouldn’t those people report the matter after they returned?

But Jian Zi quickly reacted.

"They probably wouldn’t report it."

"Even if they did, they would only say the mission failed and wouldn’t detail the failure, at least not to the point where everyone in the Great Wilderness Sword Palace would know."

"Otherwise..."

"It would be very embarrassing."

Jian Zi understood.

"Then, I will give my all."

"I hope you can defeat me, and then I will privately challenge these prodigies, accumulating a hundred defeats. When the time comes and the demonic embryo is fully formed, my strength will definitely increase greatly."

He drew his sword.

At the beginning, it was the Heaven Splitting Sword Technique.

However, Fang Hao also knew it.

The Heaven Splitting Sword Technique was indeed powerful, but the Great Wilderness Sword Palace was the only sword cultivation holy land on the Immortal Martial Continent. Except for those 'unique secret techniques,' the Great Wilderness Sword Palace had recorded almost all sword techniques in the world.

Therefore, Fang Hao knew it, and his proficiency was even higher than Jian Zi's.

The same sword technique, the same cultivation level.

Ultimately, both of them retreated a step.

Fang Hao's eyes gleamed, "Not bad strength."

"Again!"

"However, I am more familiar with the Heaven Splitting Sword Technique than you. So, can you let me see the unique sword techniques of your Spirit Sword Sect or the Moon Embrace Sect?"

"Shouldn’t you have some?"

"I heard that the Spirit Sword Sect’s Master’s Finger Twisting Soft Sword Technique is renowned throughout the world. Do you know it?"

Jian Zi shook his head, "No."

"The Finger Twisting Soft Sword Technique requires talent, and I don’t have that talent, so I can’t learn it."

"However, if you want to see unique sword techniques, I do have some."

"Hmm."

Jian Zi's expression gradually became serious. With each breath, it seemed as if he was resonating with the three-foot green saber in his hand: "I once traveled the world with a freak. Although what I comprehended is far less than a fraction of his, it’s still... not bad."

"Please, guide me."

Hum.

Jian Zi thrust his sword.

At first glance, it seemed ordinary, like a beginner’s simple thrust.

Fang Hao was also full of surprise at first.

But soon, his expression changed.

"Your sword?!"

Fang Hao raised his sword, trying to block.

But at the moment of contact, his entire body trembled violently, and the sword in his hand almost slipped out!

This made his expression drastically change, his face full of incredulity.

The sword in his hand almost slipped out of his grasp!

For a sword cultivator, especially one like Fang Hao, a prodigy of the sword path, this was absolutely a huge humiliation.

Fortunately, he ultimately held on and didn’t let the longsword slip out of his hand.

But the price was the rapid spray of blood from his hand and his hasty retreat, not daring to receive that sword.

"How..."

"How is this possible?!"

"What happened?"

Rustle!

An unknown number of spectators’ expressions changed dramatically.

This battle naturally drew a lot of attention, or rather, any competition involving people from a holy land always drew an unknown number of closely watching eyes.

But at this moment, they all stood up, their scalps tingling.

"That sword was clearly ordinary, so why did the Great Wilderness Sword Palace’s Sequence Disciple suffer an injury in an instant?!"

"What secret was hidden in that sword?"

"Could it be... just an act?"

"How much benefit did Jian Zi give Fang Hao?"

"Bullshit!"

Within the Great Wilderness Sword Palace camp, a Sequence Disciple’s face turned ashen, "Our Sword Palace’s disciples never fear defeat. If we lose today, we will win back tomorrow."

"How could we, sword cultivators, fear a single battle? How could we, sword cultivators, lack the courage to fight again?"

"But, we only lose in great battles due due to inferior skills, we would never break our own spines!"

"Moreover, that sword..."

...

On the stage, Fang Hao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face showing an abnormal rosy hue, "Good sword."

"Good sword technique!"

"You actually..."

"Can return to simplicity at such a young age?!"

Jian Zi: "..."

"Return to simplicity?"

He muttered, "So, this feeling, is it because of that name?"

Fang Hao’s expression twitched, "You... don’t know, do you?"

Jian Zi shook his head, "I just had some inspiration while watching that abnormal sword technique demonstration and thought of a few moves on my own."

"They are all very simple."

"Like a common swordsmen’s initial learnings: point, thrust, lift, and flick."

"Only these four moves, that’s all."

Fang Hao’s face began to twitch violently.

Very...

Simple?

If it were just simple point and thrust, it was indeed very simple, and any normal person with all their limbs could manage it, but were your moves that simple?

Return to simplicity, four simple words, but the true meaning behind them was a realm that countless sword cultivators could never reach in their entire lives?

"Spirit Sword Sacred Body..."

"A Spirit Sword Sacred Body!"

Fang Hao sighed helplessly, "I concede."

He waved his hand and admitted defeat, stepping down from the stage.

Only sighs and exclamations about the Spirit Sword Sacred Body remained.

Jian Zi was stunned.

What the hell? I was supposed to lose!

How could you concede after just two moves?

And... what's this about a Spirit Sword Sacred Body?

Yes, I am a Spirit Sword Sacred Body, but what does that have to do with my own Sacred Body? I haven't even activated it yet!

Even after being escorted off the stage and returning to his seat, he still wore a dazed expression.

Seeing the concerned looks from his 'Senior Uncle and Senior Aunt,' Jian Zi helplessly spread his hands, "Why is it still so easy?"

"Pfft."

Long Ao Jiao hooked her lips, "I've said it before, you all underestimate yourselves, and overestimate these so-called Heaven's Pride."

"There are those who can rival you, but they are indeed few."

"The fourth round?"

"Do you want to fight with all your strength? Unless your luck is extremely bad, it's better to wait for the later rounds. There will be your chance to shine."

"Oh? Is it my turn again?"

"Just watch me finish her off!"

After just a few breaths, Long Ao Jiao returned, "Hmph."

"See, did I ever miss?"

Everyone: "..."

It's your turn to show off.

...

"What?!"

Surrounding Lei Zhen, exclamations of surprise filled the air, as if everyone's faces were etched with the words 'incredible.'

"No, how did they win again?"

"When did a first-rate Southwest Domain sect's Jian Zi become capable of rivaling a Sacred Land's Sequence Disciple?"

"Is the Great Wilderness Sword Palace's Sequence Disciple really this weak???"

"It's... truly eye-opening."

Lei Zhen chuckled, resting his arms behind his head and stretching lazily, "Interesting, truly interesting. Tell me, is there a possibility that it's not Fang Hao being too weak, but Jian Zi being too strong?"

"Nonsense!"

"Even if Jian Zi is strong, he's just a first-rate sect's disciple. Placed within a Sacred Land, he could rival a Direct Disciple, and yet he made a Sequence Disciple concede with just two moves! Do you understand the gap between them?"

"Oh, right, right, I don't understand, I know nothing."

Lei Zhen scoffed, his lips twitching, "Since that's the case, let's wait and see."

"Just don't forget our bet."

...

The fourth round quickly passed.

Moon Holding Sect...

Still, all sixteen advanced!

They came with sixteen, and at this moment, there were still sixteen.

In this round, most of the eleven Sacred Lands suffered losses.

After all, the smaller the number, the higher the chance of encountering strong opponents and other Sacred Land's Heaven's Pride.

Although the Sacred Lands were strong, there would always be someone who lost when facing other Sacred Lands.

But the Moon Holding Sect remained resilient even in this situation, forcefully breaking through even when facing Sacred Land's Heaven's Pride!

Even in the fifth round...

The Moon Holding Sect still had all sixteen members advancing!

Countless spectators were shocked. Every time they looked towards the direction of the Moon Holding Sect, they couldn't help but sigh and shake their heads.

"All members advancing?!"

"This..."

"It seems like the only force that still has all members advancing in the fifth round."

"No, it's not the only one! After all, there are participants with only two or even one member, a typical case of one person's success benefiting the whole family. But..."

"I've observed carefully, and among the forces with more than three participants, the Moon Holding Sect is indeed the only one with all members advancing."

"Aren't you just nitpicking and finding faults? What's the difference from what I said?"

"There is a difference, but we must be rigorous, just..."

"The Moon Holding Sect is indeed freakish."

"A 'third-rate' sect, haha, what a joke! Right now, they seem even more bizarre than the Sacred Lands!"

"Hmph, don't boast too early. Perhaps it's just luck. I admit, luck is indeed a part of strength. For example, Jiang Li, who advanced directly this round due to good luck. But as we progress, strength becomes more crucial!"

"Each one of them has gone through multiple rounds of fierce battles and emerged from the cream of the crop. They are especially plump tonight, my dear. "But if they want to continue advancing with all members, they can forget it!"

"Unless they get lucky and face no opponents, but what are the chances? There's only one person advancing directly anyway!"

"That's also true..."

In the midst of their heated discussion, the sixth round began, leaving only two thousand six hundred and fifty-three participants.

On average, each group had two hundred and twenty-two people, though one group had one less.

After this round, there wouldn't be any more cases of advancing directly unless someone was severely injured and unable to continue.

From over twelve thousand, only a fraction remained.

Indeed, the true Heaven's Pride had been filtered out.

The sixth round had just begun, and the intensity was already more than double that of the previous rounds.

Battles raged, and the Heaven's Pride's strength and demeanor underwent a qualitative leap!

Huo Yun Er exclaimed in amazement, "They're all so strong. It seems we might have to stop here."

"Ah, it's my turn."

"Then..."

"Wish me luck."

Xiao Ling Er smiled gently, "My dear friend and junior sister."

"Hey! I'll definitely secure a spot in the seventh round and not embarrass our sect."

"Just do your best, what's there to be embarrassed about?"

"Yes, Senior Uncle, go for it!" Jian Zi, the only 'junior,' cheered loudly.

(End of Chapter)

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