Chapter 25 - Early Rounds [I]

The first day was the first test. Because Fei Hong had reached the second level of the Embryonic Realm's cultivation base, he had the opportunity to stand by the arena's side and watch others as they competed.

The combatants who were on the field now had the lowest cultivation level among all the disciples, but the fights were fierce. After watching a few games, Fei Hong found a place to rest, cross-legged, and looked around.

Soon, he saw several familiar figures. Ding Fei was standing behind Mo Yu, chattering diligently. There were far too discipley people around at this moment that Ding Fei didn't dare to be presumptuous, and Mo Yu was not very angry. Although he could only hear Ding Fei's constant low remarks, Mo Yu's pretty face was already sulking.

Not far from them, stood Zhang Long, who was also a disciple of Cao Wang. When he saw Fei Hong looking at him apprehensively, Zhang Long smiled at him as a sign of encouragement.

Fei Hong also smiled, and clasped his fists in salute. Then, he looked at Senior Brother Cang Lin who was standing on the other side of the arena. This brother Lin was one of the three grand elders, elder Cao Wang's, younger brother, Cao Hua's apprentice. And he was also at the third-tier cultivation base of the Errant realm, but his foundations were too ordinary.

It was over seven years since he advanced from the Embryonic Realm and entered the third tier of the Errant realm, but he had been stuck since. Usually lazy and sleepy, he was sent to the library to be in charge of the discipleuals and scripts.

Now that Senior Brother Lin had that black iron armor, he looked confident to the eyes of the smiling Fei Hong. Glancing around, he saw Fang Wei, who had fought fiercely with Ding Fei that day. Right now, Ding Fei had a completely serious expressions. Arms around his body, it looked as if his injuries had healed. His match with Ding Fei would surely be a sparkle. As Fei Hong was thinking about it, a senior elder shouted loudly.

"The first two rounds of the preliminaries are over, now the first fights of the next round will begin."

Fei Hong hurriedly looked to the stage. He saw Ding Fei appeared on the stage to the right. Standing opposite Ding Fei on the battle ground, was a disciple who had just stepped into the second level of the Embryonic Realm. He had an ordinary face, and he strapped an ordinary silver sword to his back. He sent a cupped fist and a bow towards Ding Fei, and shouted. "Hm."

Fei Hong shook his head below. Because of his low cultivation level, this disciple had participated in the first round of the competition just now. The martial arts he executed were very common, and he was definitely not on Ding Fei's level of power.

Sure enough, in less than twenty seconds, the disciple was rendered helpless in front of him by Ding Fei's weird footwork. A swift palm to his chest sent him flying out of the arena.

"Ding Fei wins."

Ding Fei smiled coldly at the person who had been knocked off, and turned around.

Fang Wei fought next, which aroused Fei Hong's interest. After all, in the Wuzhi Kingdom, there were really only a few number of the hudisciple race like Fang Wei had the advantage of natural attributes. If Fang Wei could enter the second level of the Errant Realm, where he would be able to channel Qi energy easily, he would definitely be the target of the various elders of the Sacred Sect and even the Sect Master himself.

This time, Fang Wei was competing against a short, fat disciple with a slightly darker skin and short limbs. He looked like an orc.

"Hm." Knowing that Fang Wei was great in combat, the short and fat disciple rolled into a sphere after holding his fist, kicked his legs, and went straight to Fang Wei like a dragonflare.

What a fast speed. Fei Hong was taken aback by this action of the disciple. This short and fat disciple looked awkward, but he did not expect him to have such a fast speed.

"Good, come." Fang Wei shouted, and swirled his arms forward. He flippedť his palms, and two tiny light yellow lightnings flew towards the chunky disciple.

These two lightnings bolts were so small that they could barely be noticed, but their power was absolutely extraordinary. Fei Hong widened his eyes to see how the short, fat disciple would respond.

What everyone on the arena didn't expect was to see short, fat disciple snorted coldly, and dodged in mid-air one after another, avoiding the two lightnings.

"Wow, this fat guy is so fast." Someone off the court shouted.

"Yes, he's really fast. Faster than lightning." Another disciple added in a scram.

Following the screams, the two lightning bolts banged on the nearby boulders with thunderous sound. And at the same time the short, fat disciple also slammed into Fang Wei's body.

"Ah." Fang Wei stepped back a few feet, and let out a low growl. He channelled his lightning energy onto his palms. Two crackling bolts appeared on his palms. Before the disciple could retreat, Fang Wei raised his hands, and grabbed the short and chubby disciple's body.

"Danger!" The watching disciples shouted.

The short and fat disciple on the court was also taken aback. His legs stepped out and kicked on the ground. He twisted from Fang Wei's grip and his sturdy arms hugged Fang Wei's waist like iron tongs. He flung Fang Wei's whole body with a loud shout. That was not a big feat to him since he had the physical strength. The short and fat disciple moved his body swiftly to keep up with the thrown body, wanting to give Fang Wei the final blow.

"Heh..." Fang Wei sneered in the air, releasing the gathered lightning energy. The short and chubby disciple's expression changed as two white lightning bolts flashed across his body. There were two loud noises of thunder, and the chubby disciple flew out of the field, his body was already burnt black.

Fang Wei landed steadily on his feet at this time. The pudgy disciple, who was struggling to get up off the court, gave a cupped fist, then turned and left the court.

At this moment, Fei Hong smiled bitterly in his heart. This natural attribute was innate. When the cultivation base was low, the advantage of the innate abilities were too obvious. Fang Wei, as an example had average physical skills, and his strength and agility were not outstanding. But because he was naturally able to control thunder and lightning, he had made up for these weaknesses.

"Next combatants, Fei Hong and Li Ling."

Fei Hong was busy thinking about it, but when he heard the senior disciple presiding over the competition call his name, he stepped over nervously. When he saw Zhang Long, who was with a group of disciple at the opposite, smiled at him, his heart calmed slightly. At least, seeing a familiar face was always comforting.

Standing opposite Fei Hong was a female disciple with a long hair. When Fei Hong looked intently, his heart trembled. This female disciple had a delicate appearance. Her eyes were as translucent as pearls, her two eyebrows were deep into the bone. Her hair was simply draped over her shoulders, and her light yellow attire outlines her perfect figure.. After coming out, even Fei Hong's pulsating heart couldn't help but pause for a few moments on that proud chest.