C17

Now that the Martial Competition had progressed to this stage, it had truly entered a white-hot stage!

Amongst the two hundred of them, the losers would leave the arena. There would be no more chances!

However, the victor was not someone who could sleep peacefully. Most of the people present had used their skills. If they wanted to win, they would have to pay a great price.

The number of rings on the Martial Competition Stage had also been reduced by half. There were only around a hundred. These hundred rings had become the focus of the entire Chu Country! This Martial Arts Examination was even more exciting than the Literature Examination!

His opponent came from a powerful family in Chu, and although they couldn't compare to the Wei family, that person had extraordinary talent and had cultivated to the Sea Opening Realm. However, how could Wei Yan be considered an ordinary person? He was the only son of the Wei clan. The resources of the entire Wei clan were also taken by Wei Yan. Naturally, he was a bit more powerful than the other Sea Cleaving Cultivators.

When Wei Yan arrived at the competition area where Jiang Chuan was located, his eyebrows were tightly knitted together, because the current Jiang Chuan had already turned into a bloody person! A pair of cloth shoes had already been dyed red with blood. However, Jiang Chuan's opponent's condition was not very good either. There was a deep fist mark on his Yang Acupoint. It seemed that he had most likely been bestowed by Jiang Chuan.

When Jiang Chuan, who was standing in the middle of the circle, saw that Wei Yan had arrived, he wiped off the blood that dripped from the corner of his mouth and grinned at Wei Yan.

"Brother Jiang!" If it really isn't possible, then admit defeat! "No one will laugh at you!" Wei Yan said worriedly.

"It's fine, I won't fall before he falls." Jiang Chuan said with a smile. However, this smile seemed to involve some sort of wound, making Jiang Chuan grimace in pain.

In front of Jiang Chuan, there was a long sword. However, the sword had been broken into two halves. Both halves of the sword were stained with blood. Jiang Chuan's injuries were caused by the sword.

Wei Yan looked at the two people in the ring and did not have the intention to fight. In fact, both of them had already exhausted their strength, how could they still have the strength to continue fighting? Now, they wanted to see who would be the first to collapse.

The two of them faced each other for an hour. Finally, the person opposite of them closed his eyes and fell on the ground. Jiang Chuan saw that person falling, but he could no longer hold on and fell as well!

According to the rules of the competition, whoever was the first to fall in third place would naturally lose. However, Wei Yan was not happy. With Jiang Chuan's injuries, would he be able to continue competing? Even a cultivator would not be able to compare to him, let alone an ordinary person.

A few armored guards came to the dueling ring and carried the two of them away. As soon as they arrived, a physician arrived to check on the injuries of the two.

"How is it?" Wei Yan asked.

The person checking on Jiang Chuan's injuries stroked his beard and muttered, "His Qi and blood are rather abundant. He should be exhausted. He should be fine after a few days of rest."

"In that case, thank you very much." Wei Yan cupped his hands together in thanks.

"However, I'm afraid that we won't be able to continue the next round." That person said.

"If we don't compete, then entering the top 100 is enough." Wei Yan said.

A few servants of the Wei family carried Jiang Chuan to the Wei Mansion.

In the dream, the light from the fire shot up into the sky and a few familiar shouts came from the fire. A young man ran toward the fire, and in the fire, there seemed to be someone he cared about, but the fire seemed to be very close, and no matter how he ran, he could not get close to the fire.

"Jiang Chuan, wake up!" A wave of shaking woke Jiang Chuan from his dream.

Jiang Chuan's forehead, and even his entire body, was covered with sweat. Even a large area of sweat had soaked his bed.

Jiang Chuan shook his depressed head. The dream he had just had felt so real, as if it was happening right next to him.

"Brother Wei Yan, where am I?" Jiang Chuan looked around and muttered.

"Hehe, I think you must have been beaten silly? "This is the Wei Residence, the battle three days ago, you were unconscious until now, and in your dreams you even spoke some nonsense, I still think you won't wake up." Wei Yan said while chuckling.

Jiang Chuan composed himself and thought back to the competition three days ago. That opponent was even more troublesome to deal with than that Fierce Toothed Tiger.

"So, I won?" Jiang Chuan asked.

Wei Yan nodded his head and said, "You have won. However, your name was removed from the list of names by the judges. They will not allow you to participate in the next round."

When Jiang Chuan heard this, his anger flared up. He had clearly won, why didn't he allow himself to participate in the following matches?

"Who did you hear about this?" Jiang Chuan's expression changed as he asked.

"My dad told me that Lord Chu discussed it with the board. Based on what they said, firstly, you were heavily injured, and even if we were to compete, you have improved for the next round. Secondly..."

"What?" Jiang Chuan raised his head and asked.

"Second is that they say that you are not a cultivator. Being able to enter the top one hundred is already a form of leniency for you. There has never been anyone who was not a cultivator who managed to enter the top one thousand in the Martial Arts Competition. This time, your influence is too great.

But what made Wei Yan curious was that Jiang Chuan's expression was the same as usual, without the slightest hint of surprise or anger.

"It's over, it's over. Brother Jiang Chuan, is your head broken?" "You can still sit still after hearing this news?" Wei Yan walked up to Jiang Chuan and touched his forehead.

"Alright, Brother Wei Yan, I understand. Why don't you analyze it with me. Is this the decision of the jury or the decision of Lord Chu?" Jiang Chuan took away Wei Yan's hand and asked.

"I don't dare to say that directly, but what I can tell you is that the decision is not left up to the judges." Wei Yan said.

Jiang Chuan nodded his head, anyone with a little intelligence could understand, it was Lord Chu's decree!

"If that's the case, then I don't have the qualifications to participate in the following matches." Jiang Chuan murmured, and there seemed to be a trace of unwillingness in his voice.

"In Chu, whatever that person says is true, and he never easily changes his words. At least, it hasn't been recorded in my memory. Brother Jiang Chuan, take good care of your injuries and then we'll talk about it again." Wei Yan also consoled him.

"How long until the next round?" Jiang Chuan asked.

"Today is the third day. In two more days, the next round will begin. However, close to fifty people have serious injuries. There might only be around fifty people who can participate."

"Alright, Brother Wei Yan, can you help me inquire about something and ask the two from the Shen Ji Sect where they live? This matter is related to whether I can participate in the competition or not. As for my injuries, you can rest assured that I will be able to recover about seventy to eighty percent in two days."

Hearing this, Wei Yan was also puzzled, could it be that Jiang Chuan knows the two from the God Artisan Sect?

"Brother Wei Yan, there are some things I'll tell you after the competition." Jiang Chuan said.

Wei Yan let out a chuckle and left Jiang Chuan's place. As for the living quarters of the two people from the Shen Ji Sect, Wei Yan could naturally get them to come over. Hadn't his father been with those two for the past few days?