417 – Great Sect Competition

Seven days later, the Fighting Demonic Sect’s Great Sect Competition officially began.

In front of the great arena, there was a dais, where the Fighting Demonic Sect’s ordinary Elders as well as some true disciples who haven’t promoted to the Moonlight Warlock realm sat. At the top of the dais sat the leaders of the Fighting Demonic Sect’s various branches. The leaders were Moonlight Warlock and even Glorious Dawn Warlock rank experts.

As one of the Great Cloud Dynasty’s Ten Great Sects, the Fighting Demonic Sect possessed countless secret methods, and according to the cultivation of the different secret methods, different branches developed inside the sect. There was the Elixir Branch specialized in elixir cultivation, the Alchemy Branch specialized in alchemy cultivation, to name a few.

The date of the Great Sect Competition’s outer sect disciple competition was when the leaders of the various branches come to pick inner sect disciples. The leader will select the outer sect disciples they like and invite them to join their branch.

Yang Feng swaggered onto the dais, took his seat, and looked at the great arena below. On the dais, everyone was a Starry Sky Warlock rank powerhouse and upwards. He was the only Great Warlock, which was very eye-catching.

Not far from him, there were three people sitting. Among the three people, one was a young man with long hair the color of blood, and eyes flashing with harsh and cruel light; another was a gorgeous young woman dressed in a snow-white Warlock robe, with a sexy and voluptuous figure and waist-long black hair; the last one was a young man with ordinary build and looks, yet limpid eyes, which seemed capable of sucking in a person’s soul.

The three people were surrounded by vast empty space, and exuded strong life force, second only to that of the leaders of the various branches.

Yang Feng’s gaze was attracted by the three young people, and he gave them a deep look.

Wang Zhilan, who was sitting beside Yang Feng, said softly: “Senior Disciple Brother Yang, these three are Zhang Hanshan, a personal disciple of Great Elder Yue Wuxian; Zhuo Yifan, a personal disciple of Great Elder He Liannu; Zhou Feng, a personal disciple of Great Elder Yu Jingang.”

Wang Zhilan was a Starry Sky Warlock, and her soul aptitude was superior level-6. In addition to being a disciple in name of Huang Yihe, she was also a true disciple of the Fighting Demonic Sect.

Yang Feng’s eyes suddenly showed a look of understanding.

Huang Yihe and the other three Great Elders were Bright World Warlock rank experts. Even the Fighting Demonic Sect’s Sect Master was just a Glorious Dawn Warlock. As such, the status of personal disciples of the four Great Elders was naturally several times higher than that of the ordinary true disciples. Similarly, none of the personal disciples of the four Great Elders wasn’t a genius among geniuses.

Wang Zhilan, a genius with superior level-6 soul aptitude, would be considered as a rare genius in many sects, yet she was just a disciple in name of Huang Yihe. As such, one could imagine how stringent were Huang Yihe’s criteria for accepting disciples.

After looking at the three young people, Yang Feng’s gaze fell on the great arena.

The great arena was currently divided into dozens of spaces. Tens of thousands of disciples in name gathered around the great arena, a solemn atmosphere hanging above them.

“How come he’s sit there!” Among the tens of thousands of disciples in name, a pretty girl who looked like she was carved out of jade looked at Yang Feng sitting on the dais, and her eyes widened, and she exclaimed.

A tall woman with extraordinary looks frowned and whispered: “Junior Sister Jingman, that’s too impolite. For him to sit there, he’s either a true disciple, or a personal disciple of one of the four Great Elders. We’re just ordinary disciples in name. With just a word, those true disciples can make our lives difficult within the clan.

The shock in Shu Jingman’s [1] eyes vanished a little, and she recalled the scene from several years ago, and then whispered: “Right, are there personal disciples of the four Great Elders sitting there, Senior Sister Yurong?”

Jiang Yurong’s pretty eyes flashed with envy, and she replied: “That’s right, there are personal disciples of the four Great Elders sitting there. That one is Yang Feng, and he has become a personal disciple of Great Elder Huang Yihe not log ago! Reportedly, he ventured into the Feisuo Plane as a level-2 Warlock, where he killed a demigod rank expert. This was how he got the qualification to become a personal disciple.”

Shu Jingman’s beautiful eyes flickered with a queer light, and she whispered: “He actually did it!”

A glint of envy in her eyes, Jiang Yurong said with a light smile: “Junior Disciple Sister Jingman, with your outstanding soul aptitude, as long as you cultivate hard, you might become a personal disciple of one of the four Great Elders one day.”

Shu Jingman possessed inferior level-7 soul aptitude, she was considered to be an outstanding genius in the Fighting Demonic Sect, which was overflown with geniuses. In just a few years, she has cultivated until the level-3 Warlock. This cultivation speed was heaven-defying. It must be noted that many Warlocks in the Turandot Subcontinent were stuck in the level-1 Warlock realm their entire life.

Shu Jingman responded with a smile: “Senior Sister, you’re outstanding yourself! You’re ready to break through to the Great Warlock rank!”

Jiang Yurong showed a pained smile: “Great Warlock? I have practiced cultivation for more than 100 years before I could reach the threshold to the Great Warlock realm. Even if I advance to the Great Warlock realm, I have no hope of promoting to the Starry Sky Warlock rank.”

In the Turandot Subcontinent, to reach the Great Warlock rank in more than 100 years was a feat worthy of a peerless genius. But it was different in the Fighting Demonic Sect. Within the Fighting Demonic Sect, there were countless secret treasures, endless bodies of knowledge, and copious amounts of resources. Yet in such an environment, it was still extremely difficult for people who advanced to the Great Warlock rank after 100 years of cultivation to advance to the Starry Sky Warlock rank.

Shu Jingman could only stay silent, and her gaze fell on the dais, on Yang Feng: “Personal disciple, he actually became a personal disciple of Great Elder Huang Yihe!”

Among the tens of thousands of disciples in name, He Feng [2] also stared at Yang Feng on the dais with eyes full of envy, jealousy, and unwillingness.

He Feng was considered a genius in his family, but when he entered the Fighting Demonic Sect, he realized that his talent was only average. In the Fighting Demonic Sect, geniuses were as common as clouds, and every step up the sect ladder required countless sweat, blood, and tears. Seeing Yang Feng become a personal disciple of one of the four Great Elders in a single step, He Feng was naturally overcome with envy.

In addition to Shu Jingman and He Feng, the eyes of the other tens of thousands of disciples in name overcome with envy and jealousy frequently focused on Yang Feng.

Ignoring the gazes of their gazes, Yang Feng quietly watched the fights of the disciples in name.

Although the disciples in name did their best, but in Yang Feng’s eyes, who had seen numerous monumentous scenes, their spells weren’t worth mentioning.

A few days later, the competition of the disciples in name was completed, and the top ten disciples in name were directly promoted to outer sect disciples. Next, the competition of outer sect disciples began.

The Fighting Demonic Sect’s outer sect disciples were basically all Great Warlock rank experts, and their fights were much more spectacular than those of disciples in name.

A few days later, the competition between the outer sect disciples ended, and the top ten outer sect disciples were directly promoted to inner sect disciples.

The inner sect disciples were mainly Great Warlocks and Starry Sky Warlocks. The top inner sect disciples were all Starry Sky Warlock rank experts, and their fights were spectacular, employing a myriad of secret methods.

Yang Feng looked at the arena with a look of curiosity in his eyes and whispered: “That guy seems to be pretty strong!”

In the arena stood two people. One was a handsome young man in a blue Warlock robe; the other was a man with short black hair dressed in black clothing, with a defiant and domineering look in his eyes. At a glance, the man with short black hair looked like he was enveloped in a layer of darkness.

Wang Zhilan spoke with a sweet smile: “That’s the the Dark Demonic Branch’s Eldest Disciple Brother Zhong Sunan! He’s the strongest in this part of the competition! Reportedly, he has comprehended and condensed a darkness domain! And he already reached intermediate Starry Sky Warlock rank.”

Yang Feng stroked his chin and uttered with a faint smile: “Comprehended darkness domain? Not bad!”

Wang Zhilan took a deep look at Yang Feng, a strange gleam in her eyes.

If you were able to comprehend a domain, then no matter where, you would be regarded as a genius. It should be pointed out that even within the Fighting Demonic Sect, some Moonlight Warlock rank powerhouses haven’t comprehended a domain. Yang Feng’s lack of fear for Zhong Sunan left Wang Zhilan a bit curious about his strength.

Inside the great arena. The young man in the blue Warlock robe unleashed the Fighting Demonic secret method at once, and a set of golden armor formed and covered his body. Looking like a golden god of war, he exuded terrific fluctuations of power.

The fluctuations of power coming from the blue-robed young man’s Golden Fighting Demonic stage were ten times as strong as the aura of Wu Ziming’s Golden Fighting Demonic stage. Obviously, he was also a top expert among inner sect disciples.

Eyes cold, Zhong Sunan, exuded dearness aura from all over. With him as the center, the darkness domain seemingly capable of swallowing all light suddenly appeared and swept towards the blue-robed Warlock.

The darkness domain engulfed the blue-robed Warlock exuding advanced Starry Sky fluctuations of power.

After a dozen breaths of time, the blue-robed Wizard was spit out from the darkness domain. He was bruised and battered and was unconscious.

The eyes of the Elder who presided over the contest flashed with astonishment, and he declared: “Zhong Sunan wins!”

Eyes glittering with an unruly gleam, Zhong Sunan gave Yang Feng sitting on the dais a deep look, revealed a cold smile, and then turned and walked down from the great arena.

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