Good Fortune Immortal Road

Chapter 19: The Final Competition

Soon, there were fewer and fewer disciples left in the secret realm, and time was almost up. Shen Lang and his group were full from their meal and had also watched an exciting performance. They were truly enjoying themselves.

The elders outside the arena had different opinions about these cunning disciples. One elder, dressed in a black robe with black hair, criticized them angrily, saying, "These kids rely on tricks and schemes. I suggest we revoke their qualifications."

Soul-Eating Ancestor, who was standing nearby, was displeased. "Old Black Ghost, what do you mean? We speak openly here. Which rule says we can't use tricks? Besides, they only snatched the token from the one you favored. If you're foolish, don't blame others. Hmph!"

The elder in black was about to say something else, but Elder Bai Guang intervened. "Enough! Whether it's through tricks or strength, it's all part of one's ability. Moreover, there's still a second round to the competition. Why are you all in such a hurry?"

After Elder Bai Guang spoke, the others naturally didn't dare to say anything more. However, at this moment, Soul-Eating Ancestor couldn't help but look at Shen Lang with increasing favor. It would be best to teach those guys a lesson in the second round. The ancestor would surely reward him generously.

The other elders also secretly thought that they must let their favored disciples teach Shen Lang a lesson in the second round, so that he would know that tricks alone wouldn't work.

Soon, there were less than a hundred disciples left in the arena, and they were all injured. If Shen Lang and his group rushed out to clean up the mess, they could at least eliminate half of them. However, Shen Lang and his group would also be injured, which didn't align with Shen Lang's strategy. After discussing, they decided to wait until the competition was over before making a move.

The competition in the secret realm soon came to an end, and all the disciples were teleported out. When they entered, there were a thousand disciples, but when they came out, there were less than a hundred left, all of them injured. Only Shen Lang and his group, as well as more than twenty members of the Wind Class who had been hiding and hadn't come out, remained in good condition.

Tu Chuan and Huang Long, upon seeing Shen Lang and his group, were filled with hatred. They dared not act recklessly in front of the elders, but their eyes were filled with anger as they stared at Shen Lang and his group.

The remaining disciples of the Wind Class were surprised that they had managed to come out alive. They were initially resentful as to why Shen Lang and his group never showed up, but seeing the injured disciples from other classes in the arena, they were glad that they had stayed hidden and didn't come out to fight.

Elder Bai Guang's expression turned stern as he announced to the disciples in the arena, "The first round of the competition has ended. Now, we will check each of your tokens. The top sixty-four will advance to the second round, and the rest will be eliminated."

Except for a few unlucky ones, all the remaining disciples of the Wind Class unexpectedly made it to the second round. The Wind Class had the most disciples advancing to the second round compared to other classes.

The leaders of the other classes also guessed that Shen Lang and his group had something to do with this series of events.

Elder Bai Guang continued, saying to everyone, "Alright, let's go back and rest for today. We will have the second round of the competition in three days."

After Elder Bai Guang made the announcement, the mentors each led their disciples away, and Shen Lang and the other three naturally followed Yang Ming out of the martial arts arena.

On the way, Yang Ming admired the strategy of Shen Lang and the others, as they didn't reveal too much of their strength but still managed to give the other classes a hard time. However, Yang Ming also reminded Shen Lang and the others that the second round of the competition would be a one-on-one fight, testing individual strength. Yang Ming knew that Shen Lang had already reached the Meridian Opening stage, surpassing everyone else in terms of strength and swordsmanship.

Yang Ming also advised Shen Lang to be cautious, saying, "Xiao Lang, although you are stronger than the other disciples, don't think that strength alone guarantees victory in a one-on-one fight. The key is your performance on the spot. There have been many cases where the weak defeated the strong, so you must be cautious."

Shen Lang nodded. He wouldn't make such a small mistake. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to defeat Li Ge so decisively at the beginning of the secret realm.

Yang Ming was also worried that the disciples from other classes would team up to target Shen Lang and the others, using a war of attrition in the second round of the competition to exhaust Shen Lang's strength. Therefore, he instructed the other disciples in their class to surrender directly if they encountered Shen Lang and the others, and if they encountered the main force of other classes, they should try to consume their strength as much as possible. The disciples knew Shen Lang and the others' strength, so they could only cooperate obediently at this time.

Not long after, Shen Lang and the others returned to their respective rooms. Shortly after they arrived, Shen Lang heard someone knocking on the door. When he went to check, it turned out to be the black-robed disciple who had brought him here in the first place.

The black-robed disciple congratulated Shen Lang, saying, "Congratulations, Senior Shen, for entering the second round of the competition. This is what Soul-Eating Ancestor gave to you."

After speaking, he took out a bracelet from his pocket.

Shen Lang naturally expressed his gratitude to Soul-Eating Ancestor and sent the black-robed disciple away. After that, Shen Lang began to study the bracelet. It turned out to be a storage bracelet, much larger than the original storage bag.

After bonding with it, Shen Lang saw many things inside the bracelet. There were some spirit stones to replenish mana, as well as pills to heal injuries. The most eye-catching items were a sword, a leather armor, and a jade slip.

Shen Lang picked up the jade slip and read it. It was a message left by Soul-Eating Ancestor, informing Shen Lang that the other disciples would probably also receive treasures from the elders in the second round of the competition.

In this competition, only personal cultivation would be tested, and external items could not be used. Therefore, the ancestor could only give Shen Lang these things. Otherwise, if the elders bestowed their Law Treasures, there would be no need to fight.

Soul-Eating Ancestor also mentioned that he heard from Yang Ming that Shen Lang's swordsmanship was exceptional, so he bestowed this sword upon Shen Lang. This sword was an Apex Level Law Weapon, with power not inferior to a middle-grade Spiritual Weapon. Shen Lang held the long sword in his hand. Its dark surface had no luster or fancy decorations, but this seemingly ordinary long sword was actually a Supreme Grade Law Weapon.

Shen Lang had also read about this in miscellaneous records. Treasures and weapons were divided into Law Weapons and Spiritual Weapons, and above that were Law Treasures and Spiritual Treasures. Each level was further divided into Low Grade, Middle Grade, High Grade, and Supreme Grade. This sword was a Supreme Grade Law Weapon. As for what lay beyond that, it was not something that could be known from the miscellaneous records.

In addition, Shen Lang was also given another set of leather armor, which was also a Supreme Grade Law Weapon, more suitable for close combat. With these two things, Shen Lang's combat power instantly increased by a large margin.

Thinking about how other talented disciples would also have treasures bestowed by the elders, it was like returning to the starting point. The outcome still depended on the level of their own cultivation.

Three days passed in a hurry. During this time, Shen Lang broke through a meridian with the help of Elder Shi Hun's bestowed Spirit Medicine, and his strength advanced another step compared to before.

Early in the morning, the disciples participating in the second round of the competition arrived at the martial arts arena. Looking at the less than one hundred disciples present, Shen Lang felt a sense of emotion. In addition to the people he personally killed in the secret realm, how many more died because of Shen Lang's schemes?

I didn't expect that shortly after coming to this world, my hands would be stained with blood. I don't know how much more blood I will have to shed in the future.

But once success is achieved, countless bones will wither. Conflicts with others are inevitable on the path of cultivation. At this time, it is natural to be decisive in killing. Only by slaughtering millions can one become the strongest. Shen Lang's thoughts changed, and his whole demeanor also changed.

The discerning elders present immediately noticed this change and couldn't help but exclaim softly. However, for these lofty elders, a mere entry-level disciple was not worth too much attention.

After a few elders entered the arena, Elder Bai Guang began to announce the rules: "In this competition, it is a test of your personal combat power. Therefore, Law Treasures, talismans, and other external objects are not allowed to be used during the match. You can only use the ghosts and zombies you have subdued, as well as swordsmanship, spells, and other means. Any other methods will be considered cheating and result in disqualification."

After announcing the rules, Elder Bai Guang and the others began to divide the groups. There were a total of sixteen small groups, with four people in each group for comparison.

After drawing lots, Shen Lang received the twenty-third number, An Fu got the fourth, Jiang Tao got the fifty-eighth, and Jiang Yingxue got the thirty-ninth. They were conveniently placed in four different groups, avoiding an early encounter between the four of them.

The competition started quickly. The originally spacious martial arts arena was divided into eight areas, each with a referee. The six elders served as overall judges.

The matches in the eight groups started simultaneously, so everyone began to fight. Shen Lang's opponent was a thin and small boy. After meeting each other, they first saluted each other. The thin boy introduced himself, "I am Fang Xing from the Thunder Class. Nice to meet you, senior brother."

Shen Lang also returned the greeting, "I am Shen Lang from the Wind Class. Nice to meet you, junior brother."

After the referee's signal, Fang Xing immediately released his ghost, which was a water ghost skilled in control.

Shen Lang drew out the treasure sword bestowed by the Soul-Eating Ancestor, which he named Mo Gong. Seeing Shen Lang draw his sword, Fang Xing didn't hesitate and sent his ghost to attack, while he himself used the Yin Fire Curse to launch a sneak attack on Shen Lang from behind.

The incoming Yin Fire Curse did not hit Shen Lang, as he skillfully dodged it. Immediately after, the Ghost Control Technique wrapped around Shen Lang, and a water arrow was shot towards him.

This time, Shen Lang did not dodge. He accurately split the water arrow in half with his long sword, instantly turning the powerful water arrow into two puddles of water.

Fang Xing, who was behind, was surprised that Shen Lang was able to directly cut through the water arrow's attack with his sword. Without hesitation, Fang Xing launched another Netherworld Ghost Claw, attempting to hit Shen Lang.

Shen Lang didn't waste any words either. He activated the "Rebirth of the Nine Provinces" technique from the Four Spirits Holy Sword Art, and a powerful flame emerged from his sword, directly repelling the water ghost in front of him and Fang Xing's ghost claw. Fang Xing was about to dodge, but he didn't expect Shen Lang's sword to already be at his neck.

Fang Xing wanted to resist, but the cold sword on his neck had already cut his skin. Helpless, he could only admit defeat, and the referee announced Shen Lang as the winner.

Easily winning the first round of the competition, it was clear to everyone that Shen Lang didn't exert much effort. He effortlessly dodged attacks and easily won the match with a magnificent sword strike.

Elder Bai Guang was intrigued when he saw Shen Lang use the Four Spirits Holy Sword Art. He didn't expect this kid to have learned this sword technique. Interesting.

Soul-Eating Ancestor was also delighted that Shen Lang easily won the match. His favored disciple won effortlessly, which proved that his judgment was better than the other old ghosts. He couldn't help but laugh.

At this point, besides Shen Lang's easy victory, An Fu and the other two had also defeated their opponents. As for the leaders of the other classes, some successfully defeated their opponents, while others directly surrendered to their own class disciples.

The others watched as Shen Lang finished his match, their eyes filled with eagerness. However, Shen Lang shrugged indifferently and went to find An Fu and the others.

The second round of the competition would be between the winners and the winners, and the losers and the losers. After three rounds, the disciple with the most victories would advance.

If there was a tie in the number of victories after three rounds, the elders would decide who would advance. This may seem unfair, but in battle, it was difficult to encounter such a tie. Only one side would fall, and these elders had all experienced countless battles, so it was clear who was superior.

The group stage quickly ended, and Shen Lang smoothly obtained three victories to advance. An Fu, Jiang Tao, and others also achieved three victories and advanced.

Now, only sixteen disciples remained in the competition, and this was the final and true test.

(End of this chapter)