Chapter 675: Chapter 675 Sect Disciple Power Rankings, Clash (First Update)
“The Combat Power Ranking?!”
The disciples, upon hearing this, were all stunned.
Could it be that from now on, there was no need to fight, and one could simply look at the ranking on the Combat Power Ranking to know who was strong and who was weak?
If that were the case, what would be the point?
With this confusion, nearly ten thousand disciples raised their heads to look at the huge golden list that was floating in the sky above Misty Peak.
“A new list again?”
Elders like Gong Qingqiu also halted their steps to watch.
The Combat Power Ranking was enormous.
It was a list forged by Ye Feng, a Lower Grade Spiritual Treasure. When unfurled, it stretched ten meters wide and thirty meters long, entirely golden and shining like the sun.
Its surface was covered with many intricate runes, looking quite exquisite.
From top to bottom, one hundred names were written in purple ink.
“First place on the Combat Power Ranking, Mo Ying!”
“Second place on the Combat Power Ranking, Huo Yunjie!”
“Third place on the Combat Power Ranking, Liang Wanfen!”
“Combat Power Ranking…”
The crowd read out the names of the Misty Sect disciples on the list from top to bottom.
“Junior sister Mo is still number one, she’s too strong!” Li Jiaojiao was the first to congratulate Mo Ying by her side upon seeing the name in the first place, her eyes showing no trace of doubt.
Mo Ying’s strength was very formidable.
This point, the older disciples had all seen with their own eyes.
“So you’re still number one,” Huo Yunjie uttered softly as he looked at the Combat Power Ranking, then glanced at Mo Ying not too far away.
“For now, at least,” Mo Ying was not arrogant.
Ye Feng stood atop Misty Peak, with his hands behind his back, saying, “The Combat Power Ranking can change at any time. As soon as someone’s strength increases, the positions on the list will change accordingly.”
“Whether the Combat Power Ranking is authoritative or not is for you to verify yourselves,” Ye Feng added.
After he spoke, he returned to the Sect Leader’s Great Hall.
“I am only fifteenth… Is that even possible? I am the foremost among the young of the Eighteen Ancient Clans, yet in the sect, I’m not even in the top ten?”
Han Yonghui was taken aback as he looked at the Combat Power Ranking.
He had never thought he would be first.
Of course, he had hoped so.
But to his surprise, not only was he not first, but he also wasn’t in the top three, or even the top ten.
“Fifteenth… You’re looking down on me?” Han Yonghui was very unwilling and turned his gaze to the fourteenth name on the Combat Power Ranking, fixing it on the name “Shi Lei.”
“The First Senior Brother?”
Han Yonghui’s eyes sharpened, then he raised his head to look at Shi Lei standing on the edge of Misty Peak’s summit.
During his time in the sect, he often saw Shi Lei and had quite a good impression of this honest and unassuming First Senior Brother.
Shi Lei was generous and straightforward, amiable to others, and was always the first to lend a hand to any Sect Disciple in trouble, enjoying a good reputation within the sect.
“First Senior Brother is above me, I admit it,” Han Yonghui thought to himself.
He continued to look upwards, and the one ranked thirteenth was Jia Yulan.
“Jia Yulan… A Senior Sister of the First Generation, said to be the young lady of the Jia Family from Whitefloat City, but there aren’t many records of her battles, making it difficult to judge her strength,” Han Yonghui continued to look up.
“Ranked twelfth is the Second-generation Disciple Li Qiankun… I’m not familiar with him; what abilities does he have?” Han Yonghui wondered.
He decided then to challenge Li Qiankun.
At the summit of Misty Peak.
Long Tianxing looked at the list and laughed:
“Ha ha, I’m fourth! Jia Xi is fifth, Liang Wanrou is sixth, Liang Wanyu is seventh, Ziling is eighth, Ping An is ninth, Nanny Ruyu is tenth, Senior Sister Jiaojiao is eleventh, Li Qiankun is twelfth, Yu Lan is thirteenth, the First Senior Brother is fourteenth, not bad at all!”
“I’m actually above First Senior Brother, how can that be possible?” Li Qiankun’s eyes widened as he stared at the Combat Power Ranking.
Shi Lei patted Li Qiankun’s shiny bald head, saying, “Qiankun, you are adept at divination, and during battle, you can foresee the opponent’s moves, of course you can’t possibly be weak! Besides, didn’t you also just break through to the third level of the Spirit Sea realm?”
Li Qiankun nodded, “Yes, I’ve just had a breakthrough, mostly because I ranked quite high on the Disciple Points Ranking last week and received a vast infusion of cultivation levels, which allowed me to succeed.”
After a pause, Li Qiankun said, “I’m ranked twelfth, I hope I won’t be challenged.”
“No one will challenge you for no reason when they have better things to do,” said King of Cursed Praise Ping An calmly.
Upon hearing this, everyone stared at him.
“Uh!” Ping An quickly covered his mouth, realizing that he may have just ‘cursed’ again with his praise.
Whoosh!
Just then, a graceful figure bearing a longsword flew to the peak of Misty Peak and greeted everyone with a clasped fist.
“Greetings to all first generation senior brothers and sisters, I am Han Yonghui, a third generation disciple, here to seek guidance from second-generation disciple Li Qiankun.”
Han Yonghui’s voice was calm.
But his eyes were sharp.
Not far away.
The Ancestor of Green-garbed Sword was playing chess with the Sect Master of Blood Lotus Sect, with several Supreme Elders sitting nearby watching.
“Han Yonghui is actually challenging Li Qiankun. It seems like your Qing Shu Sword Sect’s top prodigy is going to be in trouble,” laughed the Sect Master of Shadow Demon Sect.
“A little hardship and a few lessons are necessary so one does not become complacent,” said the Ancestor of Green-garbed Sword, focused on his chess game, without a sideways glance.
However, his Divine Sense had already enveloped the entire sect.
He even caught the sound of a certain disciple passing gas; naturally, he would not miss this sparring match.
Atop Misty Peak.
Upon hearing Han Yonghui’s challenge, Li Qiankun couldn’t help but touch his bald head and look towards the shifty-eyed Wang Ping’an.
“Brother Wang, you…” Li Qiankun was at a loss for words.
Seeing the situation turn sour, Wang Ping’an hastily cursed in his support:
“Ahem! Brother Li, look, disciple Han Yonghui is so handsome, cool, and suave. I guarantee that he’ll win brilliantly. As for you, just do your best and you won’t lose too badly.”
Upon hearing this, Li Qiankun’s expression turned strange.
Han Yonghui’s eyebrows shot up.
“It seems even the first generation Brother Wang thinks there’s a problem with the power ranking. Otherwise, he wouldn’t think I could beat Brother Li,” he thought.
With this in mind, Han Yonghui’s confidence soared.
He clasped his fist again and said, “Brother Li Qiankun, may I have the honor of learning from you?”
Li Qiankun glanced at Wang Ping’an, thinking that with the King of Cursed Praise’s blessing, he should be able to win even with his eyes closed.
So, he stepped forward and said, “Since Brother Han wishes for a match, how can I, as a senior brother, refuse?”
“Brother Li, you agree?” Han Yonghui’s eyes lit up.
“Yes, let’s have the match now,” Li Qiankun nodded, fearing that if he delayed too long, the cursed praise’s effect would dissipate.
“Then, let’s go to the Sect Main Plaza for battle, old rules, three hundred rounds, stop at the point,” Han Yonghui said with a smile.
“Fine,” agreed Li Qiankun.
Woosh!
All the disciples on the peak descended.
“Shocking!”
“The foremost brother among the third generation disciples, Han Yonghui, is challenging the second-generation disciple Li Qiankun.”
“It is said that Brother Li Qiankun is also at the third level of the Spirit Sea Realm, with a cultivation level equal to Brother Han.”
“Who do you think will win?”
“If we go by the power rankings, Brother Li Qiankun should definitely win.”
“That’s not necessarily the case!”
The news of the challenge between the two spread rapidly.
In the blink of an eye, thousands surrounded the Sect Main Plaza, watching Li Qiankun and Han Yonghui, standing tens of meters apart.
They kept discussing and debating the odds of winning.
“Brother Han, you can definitely do it!”
“I think Brother Li Qiankun will win, after all, he is number twelve on the power rankings, higher than the fifteenth-ranked Brother Han.”
“Hmph! Who told you that a higher ranking on the power rankings means a guaranteed win? It doesn’t mention specific fighting strength, just rankings; maybe the difference between their strengths is negligible?”
“Right, what if Brother Li Qiankun doesn’t perform well and is easily defeated by Brother Han?”
“How bold!”
The disciples present were divided into two groups.
Part of them supported Li Qiankun, while the other part supported Han Yonghui, arguing vehemently.
Some disciples even tried to spar on the spot.
If not for being pulled apart, they might have started fighting right there and then.
“Brother Li, I’m going to make the first move!” After a moment of confrontation, Han Yonghui took a deep breath and made the first move.
“Go ahead,” Li Qiankun said calmly.
He felt confident with Wang Ping’an’s cursed praise aura shielding him, and after having expended a great deal of Evil Qi to infer the outcome of the match, he felt fully prepared.
Clang!
Han Yonghui drew his sword from its scabbard, striking swiftly down.
In that instant, the sound of the sword wind howled.
The atmosphere on site was explosive!