The Extreme Alchemist Of The Mighty Cauldron
/ The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron Chapter 1762 – 1859: The Great Chaos
Chapter 1762: Chapter 1859: The Great Chaos
Just like testing sword Qi as waves sift the sand, tens of thousands of young swordsmen gathered from all over the Nine Countries Seven Seas were more than half eliminated in an instant, leaving only 9,200 survivors who could continue their journey of competition.
Among these 9,200 people, many are familiar faces well-known to the world, such as young geniuses from major sects and powerful forces, who have already made a name for themselves. There are also some who remain completely unknown, as if they appeared out of thin air with no one knowing their origins and identities.
The Sword Head evaluation is an opportunity for swordsmen of the world to showcase themselves. Whether you were once a widely recognized Sword Tao genius or a common person unnoticed by anyone, you can reveal your true self here.
"Rest for an hour, after which you 9,200 will fight here until the number is reduced to 500," the Pavilion Master of the Sealing Sword Pavilion said.
As soon as these words were spoken, not only did the young swordsmen on the Ask Sword Platform change their expressions, but even people from various forces on the surrounding peaks were stunned.
"Shouldn't they draw lots and fight in matches? How come so many have to engage in a mixed battle?"
"This is too brutal, and it's easy for multiple people to gang up on one person."
"This move seems to lose a sense of fairness."
Many people expressed their opinions, feeling that letting these young swordsmen fight in a melee was inappropriate. In such a situation, those young swordsmen could realize someone's power is too strong, and band together to target him, leading to his early elimination, thus losing fairness.
"Hmph, what's fairness anyway? If you always want fairness, why practice martial arts at all? Just go home and farm. Martial Artists don't talk to you about fairness."
"Really ridiculous. If one doesn't have the courage to be invincible among peers, why compete for the name of Sword Head?"
"I think this is a good move. A true Talent can remain undefeated even when besieged by peers. If one is defeated by a crowd, they aren't a real Talent."
Some doubted, some agreed, while others watched coldly, not expressing any opinions.
"Although this might cause some outstanding individuals to exit early, it can also reveal who the truly formidable figures among them are," Fang Lin said, nodding slightly, clearly finding the somewhat brutal rules of the Sealing Sword Pavilion intriguing.
"With Cao Xuesheng's strength, even if attacked by a group, he wouldn't be defeated," Dugu Nian said, speaking with great confidence in Cao Xuesheng.
"Naturally, this kid, although he hasn't been cultivating long, has remarkable talent. Even disregarding cultivation, there aren't many peers who can rival him," Nangong Shoujian laughed.
However, these words caused Juechen beside him to feel a little discontented, snorting coldly and casting a glance at Nangong Shoujian.
Nangong Shoujian glared back at Juechen and said, "What are you snorting about? You're over a hundred years older than Cao Xuesheng; you're not from the same generation."
This statement left Juechen speechless.
"Juechen, if you went up, I guess these so-called Sword Tao geniuses would all be knocked down by you alone," Fang Lin teased.
Hearing this, Juechen nodded in deep agreement, looking at those so-called Sword Tao geniuses on the Ask Sword Platform with disdainful eyes.
This was not intended as flattery for Juechen, but in truth, if Juechen were of the same generation as these Sword Tao geniuses, indeed, no one would be a match for Juechen.
Fang Lin deeply experienced this when his own strength was insufficient in the past; he and several Holy Palace successors attacked Juechen together, yet were all soundly beaten by Juechen alone, making Fang Lin suffer a lot back then.
And a hundred years ago, Juechen fought across the younger generation of the Nine Countries, unmatched; which of those so-called princes in the Upper Three Countries was Juechen's rival?
If not for this being the Sword Head evaluation—a grand event for swordsmen to compete—Juechen likely wouldn't have been able to resist the urge to participate.
"Although Cao Xuesheng basically has a spot in the top ten of the Talent Sword Head List locked in, there are still a few worth paying attention to among these people," Silver Fox said softly.
"Yes, we should indeed keep a good watch; if Cao Xuesheng gets too complacent, he might still stumble," Fang Lin said.
After an hour, the 9,200 young swordsmen all finished resting, an intangible yet heavy and tense atmosphere permeated.
At this moment, they looked at others with eyes full of hostility, for what lay ahead was a melee, needing to eliminate nearly half, and only then would the melee stop.
Only by becoming one of the 500 surviving can they have a further chance.
"Now, you may begin." The Pavilion Master of the Sealing Sword Pavilion stood on an ancient iron sword, speaking in a detached tone.
As the words fell, the atmosphere on the Ask Sword Platform was ready to explode.
Some silently retreated, wary of those around them, while others smirked coldly, their eyes scanning everyone, seemingly choosing a suitable target to strike.
Cao Xuesheng was considered the most special among these people, as basically, no one had any thoughts about antagonizing him; they all kept their distance, seemingly aware that this masked envoy from the Sky Swallowing Palace was not to be provoked.
Cao Xuesheng also refrained from causing trouble, just standing there watching others with interest, seemingly having no intention of joining the fray.
After a moment of calm, someone finally couldn't hold back.
Sword Qi surged, sword light suddenly appeared, someone attacked, and someone counterattacked.
The Ask Sword Platform was like a pot of oil suddenly boiling over.
And the various forces on the surrounding peaks focused on the melee on the Ask Sword Platform, with the elders of those young swordsmen showing worry in their expressions.
In the melee, a small-framed youth moved as nimbly as a rabbit, weaving between others, but no one could touch him; rather, several people fell to his sneak attacks.
In another part of the battle, dozens of swordsmen besieged one person, but that person stood wielding a longsword with no hint of defeat, sword moves dense like rain, putting those dozen swordsmen in a flustered situation repeatedly.
"A bunch of useless people, thinking they could defeat me just because they outnumber me?" said the man with the longsword, grinning coldly.
The most peculiar scene was of a girl standing gracefully, without a sharp sword in hand, only holding a willow twig, casually knocking seven or eight swordsmen to the ground.
"So boring." The girl yawned, looking around, then suddenly glanced at Cao Xuesheng, who stood unchallenged not far away.
ps: First update, continuing to write.
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