Soon.
The Disciples of both Schools had already gathered at the training ground.
Each one was full of fighting spirit.
Dragon Mountain Daoist and Divine Sword Old Man sat on grand armchairs, smiling.
They communicated telepathically.
"Divine Sword Senior Brother, how's my idea?"
"You, old Daoist, didn't expect to be so cunning."
"Divine Sword Senior Brother, you are mistaken. This old Daoist is letting the Disciples gain more experience. Think about it, in the past, it was always us fighting and them observing. What could they learn? They were just watching the show. But now, they are personally on the field, and they have the important mission of the School on their shoulders, so they will definitely go all out. The effect will be different."
"You're smart. When my Divine Sword Sect's Disciples make your True Martial Sect cry for their parents, then this old man will reluctantly let you stay on Zhenwu Mountain for a few more years."
Listening to his old friend's sharp tongue, Dragon Mountain Daoist just smiled without refuting.
Divine Sword Old Man, however, felt a slight gratitude in his heart.
He knew that Dragon Mountain Daoist's initiative to propose this plan was also to save his Face.
However, in reality, he didn't intend to take back Zhenwu Mountain; at most, he would just make a few sarcastic remarks.
Gratitude is gratitude.
But Face still had to be fought for.
"Since I can't beat you, it's the same if my Disciples beat your Disciples!"
Divine Sword Old Man was very confident.
Luo Wentian, receiving a nod from Dragon Mountain Daoist, looked at the Disciples of both Schools.
"Everyone, as my Master and Divine Sword Senior said, this sparring session is mainly for experience. Although you must go all out, you must also know when to stop. Do not injure others maliciously, or you will be severely punished."
"Of course, if you perform well, the two Seniors will not be stingy with rewards!"
"Which Disciple wants to go first?"
Everyone was eager to try.
Soon.
A True Martial Sect Outer Sect Disciple stepped forward.
"I am Wang Chong, an Outer Sect Disciple of the True Martial Sect. Which Divine Sword Sect Disciple can offer some guidance?" The young man was full of vigor.
Whether it was the True Martial Sect or the Divine Sword Sect, they were divided into Outer Sect, Inner Sect, and True Disciple. Outer Sect Disciples were all in the Body Tempering Realm, while Inner Sect Disciples were in the Inner Yuan Realm. If one was in the Gang Yuan Realm, they were figures at the Elder level within the School. However, both Schools had only been established for a short time, so there were very few in the Gang Yuan Realm.
As for True Disciple, it was not ranked by strength. These were Disciples personally taken in by Dragon Mountain Daoist and Divine Sword Old Man.
A young man from the Divine Sword Sect drew his sword and stepped out, revealing his sharpness.
"I am Li Bing, an Outer Sect Disciple of the Divine Sword Sect! I'll take you on!"
The two fought fiercely.
Sword light danced, and fist winds roared.
Those who dared to come out first naturally had some confidence.
Everyone nodded secretly.
Ning Qi was also watching. He rarely fought, but with his Comprehension Ability, this kind of experiential knowledge was far simpler than creating techniques. Just one or two battles would give him far more growth than others, and even observing others fight would give him great growth.
"Wang Chong is going to win."
Wang Chong used the Tiger Fiend Fist, a fist technique Ning Qi had also practiced. In a short time, he had already reached the Perfection Realm, and then he even integrated it into his own Myriad Manifestations Fist. He probably understood this fist technique better than its creator.
As this thought arose, Wang Chong's fist roared like a tiger, carrying a trace of Evil Qi, sending Li Bing flying backward.
"Thank you for the match."
Wang Chong stopped at the right moment.
The True Martial Sect Disciples were all excited and joyful, while the Divine Sword Sect Disciples were even more impatient.
"I'll take you on!"
The atmosphere in the training ground was completely stirred up.
Outer Sect Disciples went up one after another.
However, it was clearly visible that the True Martial Sect Disciples were stronger than the Divine Sword Sect Disciples, with a deeper foundation. The Divine Sword Sect Disciples lost more than they won.
Divine Sword Old Man was surprised and uncertain, somewhat enviously saying:
"Dragon Mountain, you old Daoist, you've taken in a good batch of Disciples, haven't you?"
Dragon Mountain Daoist stroked his beard and laughed heartily, subtly glancing at Ning Qi, feeling very gratified.
After nearly two years of getting the improved Body Tempering Powder, initial results were already visible.
It was foreseeable that the foundation of the True Martial Sect would become deeper and deeper in the future.
Divine Sword Old Man saw Dragon Mountain Daoist acting profound and snorted unhappily.
Soon.
It was the Inner Sect Disciples' turn to enter the arena.
At this point, the True Martial Sect's advantage was not as great. After all, Divine Sword Old Man was not to be trifled with. It was said that he had once obtained a partial Legacy from a Sword Saint, and the Divine Sword Sect Disciples were all skilled in combat.
The True Martial Sect's wins were almost on par with the Divine Sword Sect's Disciples.
Now.
Divine Sword Old Man's complexion finally improved a bit, but it was still dark.
His gaze swept across, and a young man in white understood, immediately flying out. The young man in white was dignified and his eyes were like lightning, and the three-foot-long green sword in his hand gleamed like autumn water.
"Divine Sword Sect's Sixth True Disciple, Yan Shiheng, is here! I ask the True Martial Sect's True Disciple for guidance!"
All eyes were shocked.
The competition among True Disciples was the biggest highlight, as in a sense, True Disciples represented the true foundation of a School.
Ning Qi raised an eyebrow, also becoming interested.
Qin Yun was about to get up.
A figure next to him held him down.
The thin young man in a blue Daoist robe smiled and said:
"True Martial Sect's Sixth True Disciple, Sun Chuanhai, please guide me, Senior Yan!"
Sixth True Disciple against Sixth True Disciple, this was the correct match.
The two saluted.
Then, almost simultaneously, they charged at each other.
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As soon as the True Martial Sect Disciples made their Move, people immediately felt the difference. Both were in the Inner Yuan Realm, but their combat power was much stronger than that of Inner Sect Disciples. Their Moves were exquisite, making the Disciples marvel and frequently exclaim.
Even Dragon Mountain Daoist and Divine Sword Old Man watched much more seriously.
"Sixth Senior Brother, I'm afraid he's going to lose."
Ning Qi watched very carefully.
He wanted to observe the circulation of Inner Strength, but the Inner Strength of Inner Yuan Realm experts was very restrained, only able to enhance the human body. Those with profound cultivation could extend it outside the body, but it could not leave the body like Gang Yuan. Ning Qi tried his best and could only infer the changes in Inner Strength through the changes in their Moves.
Because of this, he could see that after hundreds of Moves, Sun Chuanhai was somewhat exhausted.
Divine Sword Old Man's eyes lit up with joy.
As expected, Sun Chuanhai's expression changed, and Yan Shiheng's sword had somehow reached his throat.
The first True Disciple battle, Divine Sword Sect wins.
"Senior Yan's sword technique is astonishing."
Sun Chuanhai took a deep breath and said, there was nothing to say when one's skill was inferior.
Yan Shiheng returned the salute:
"Senior Sun overpraises me. It's just that I've eaten for two more years."
He looked at the other True Martial Sect Disciples and said calmly:
"Is there any other True Disciple who wishes to spar?"
The Divine Sword Sect Disciples relaxed, and this time, it was the True Martial Sect Disciples who were a bit anxious.
Qin Yun finally couldn't hold back. He tapped his toes, and his figure gracefully landed opposite Yan Shiheng.
"True Martial Sect's Eighth True Disciple, Qin Yun!"
Battle Intent rose in his eyes.
Yan Shiheng frowned slightly. If Sun Chuanhai was considered to be in his age group, then Qin Yun was much younger, probably five or six years younger than him. Winning against him would not be a glorious victory.
But the next moment.
He changed his mind.
Qin Yun held his saber, and with just one slash, the powerful and fierce saber light made him discard his previous thoughts.
This child is even stronger than the previous Sixth True Disciple!
Inside the arena, saber light and sword light crisscrossed, and even though the two tried their best to control them, they inevitably left crisscrossing marks on the training ground.
Qin Yun's eyes were cold, and he grew stronger with each Move.
After only a hundred Moves.
A saber light cut through Yan Shiheng's clothes on his chest.
The True Martial Sect Disciples couldn't help but cheer excitedly.
"Eighth Senior Brother is mighty!"
Winning against a Sixth True Disciple as an Eighth True Disciple greatly boosted morale.
Divine Sword Old Man's expression was complex.
He could see that this Eighth True Disciple of the True Martial Sect had extremely high talent, and was probably already moving towards Inner Yuan Realm Major Achievement. To have such an achievement at such a young age, his Divine Sword Sect currently couldn't find anyone like him.
Dragon Mountain Daoist also couldn't help but smile.
Before Ning Qi came to the mountain, Qin Yun was the most talented Disciple in the True Martial Sect.
Qin Yun enjoyed the feeling of being the center of attention, and his mood was inexplicably joyful.
He said calmly:
"Thank you for the match."
Yan Shiheng just smiled bitterly and waved his hand, feeling a little defeated.
Dragon Mountain Daoist smiled and said to Divine Sword Old Man next to him:
"Divine Sword Senior Brother, how about we end today's battle here?"
"The Disciples must have a certain understanding of each other's strength. Let's decide the winner and loser again in another ten years."
Divine Sword Old Man was slightly silent.
He felt somewhat aggrieved.
The Outer Sect Disciples were completely inferior, the Inner Sect Disciples were slightly outmatched, and although the True Disciples were said to have one win and one loss, their Eighth True Disciple won against his Sixth True Disciple, so it couldn't be considered a draw.
His Face was burning. He looked at Little Fatty Zhuang Chen, who was sniffling nearby, and made up his mind, saying:
"How about one more match?"