Hearing this, Peng Gao's face barely looked better.
Ximen Xiao said it right, just because you practice fast doesn't mean you are stronger.
The cultivation levels of the three disciples under his sect range from the third level to the fifth level. Generally speaking, they are indeed two levels higher than the three disciples under Ye Chen's sect.
And no one can bridge this disparity!
You must know that even if there are many examples of the weak defeating the strong, it can only cross the first level of battle at most.
There are examples of people who can overcome two levels and still win, but in the past hundred years, there are only a handful of them.
He didn't believe that the three disciples under Ye Chen's sect were all geniuses who could fight two levels higher and still win.
And as long as his disciples are better than Ye Chen's disciples in the ring, it will only be Ye Chen who will be kicked out of the Piaomiao Sect in the end, not him!
"Teacher Ye, the test results have appeared. The cultivation levels of your three disciples are indeed slightly inferior to those of the three disciples of Qingwu Hall!"
On the high platform in the middle, the elder responsible for presiding over the competition looked at Ye Chen, "Do you choose to admit defeat, or do you want to go to the ring to discuss the outcome?"
Knowing that Ye Chen's disciples could not win, he still asked this question because he was afraid of being accused of being unfair.
Otherwise, given the disparity in cultivation between the two branch disciples, almost everyone, not just him, would have guessed the outcome of the competition.
"Of course it's a competition in the ring!"
Regardless of everyone's gloating eyes, Ye Chen immediately responded calmly.
There was no trace of nervousness on that handsome and extraordinary face at all because his disciple was inferior in cultivation.
A look of disgust flashed in the elder's eyes.
The gap in cultivation is so obvious, why bother to humiliate yourself?
"What about Teacher Peng?"
Shaking his head, the presiding elder looked at Peng Gao again, "Do you also want to determine the outcome based on the results of the competition in the arena?"
"Of course!" Peng Gao responded forcefully.
"Since both mentors want to determine the winner based on the results of the competition in the arena, now, this elder will read out the details of the competition..."
Next, the presiding elder quickly described the rules of the competition.
The competition is divided into three rounds, and the winner is determined by actual combat one on one in the ring.
Whichever side wins two games will be the winner of this competition.
"In the first round, two branch disciples will be invited to the stage!"
After reading out the rules of the competition, the presiding elder immediately rang the bell for the first competition.
"when!"
When the bell rang, the Qingwu Hall disciples who were already impatient were the first to rush onto the ring.
"It's Lingque!"
"His cultivation level is the lowest among the three disciples of Qingwu Hall who participated in the competition, and he is the third level master!"
"Unless Qingwu Hall dispatches Si Wenkang, a third-level disciple this time, there will be no way to compete with Ling Que!"
"But even Si Wenkang's cultivation level is only comparable to that of Ling Que. It's hard to say who is stronger or weaker!"
"Even if Si Wenkang wins this game, Wanfa Hall will definitely lose in the next two games!"
"Yes, the weakest disciple of Qingwu Hall has a cultivation level equal to that of the strongest disciple of Wanfa Hall. In fact, there is no suspense in this competition!"
"Let's see who they end up sending to fight!"
Out of curiosity, everyone looked at the high platform where Ye Chen was standing.
"Master, do you want to proceed as planned?"
Fang Ruotong stood up and bowed her hands to Ye Chen. Instead of showing any fear in her beautiful eyes, she was filled with high fighting spirit.
"Go ahead, don't be too nervous!" Ye Chen waved his hand.
"Yes, master!"
Fang Ruotong responded and immediately rushed onto the ring.
"It's actually her?"
"Fang Ruotong's cultivation level is only two levels above the master level, which is one level lower than Ling Que's!"
"Ye Chen actually sent Fang Ruotong to fight, I really don't know what he was thinking!"
"If he sends Si Wenkang, who is at the third level of the division level, to fight, as long as he beats this one, even if he loses in the end, he can still save some face. If he sends Fang Ruotong, whose cultivation level is not as good as Ling Que, to fight, wouldn't it be a complete break?
hope of winning a game?"
"Yes, after all, the remaining Wu Dalong and Liu Jie from the Qingwu Hall have reached the fourth and fifth levels of the master level. No matter who comes on the Wanfa Hall side, there is no way they can win!"
"I guess Ye Chen's brain is filled with water!"
As soon as Fang Ruotong stepped onto the ring, countless scornful looks were cast around him.
Peng Gaogeng, the instructor of Qingwu Hall, sneered again and again, "It seems that we only need to compete in the first two games!"
"Master is wise!"
Ximen Xiao echoed: "With the competition rule of best of three games, as long as we win the first two games, there is really no need to play the last one!"
On the arena.
Ling Que's eyes were slightly narrowed, and when he looked at Fang Ruotong opposite, his eyes were full of undisguised contempt.
"Fang Ruotong, right?"
There was a hint of teasing in the corner of his mouth, "For the sake of being a prostitute, just admit defeat and avoid being kicked off the ring by me later and embarrassed in public!"
"Since I have come up, how can I surrender without a fight?" Fang Ruotong said without being humble or arrogant.
"Hmph, you are not overestimating your abilities!"
Ling Que's eyes turned cold and he immediately drew his sword out of its sheath.
The sword pointed far away at Fang Ruotong on the other side of the ring, "Since you insist on humiliating yourself, don't blame me for being ruthless with my sword!"
"We haven't taken action yet, the outcome is still unknown!"
Fang Ruotong snorted coldly and took out his weapon.
It's two short swords!
The moment it was taken out of the sheath, the metallic vibrating sound continued to roar, which was exciting.
"It's actually a top-grade weapon?"
"How could she have such a high-quality weapon?"
"No wonder her cultivation level is one level lower than Ling Que's, yet she still dares to be so confident!"
"It seems that this competition is worth watching!"
After seeing the weapon that Fang Ruotong took out, everyone couldn't help but be a little surprised.
Because the weapon in her hand was indeed of the highest quality, higher quality than Ling Que's long sword.
Because the quality of Ling Que's long sword is inferior.
As we all know, the higher the quality of the weapon, the more powerful it will be when a warrior performs combat skills.
From the advantages of weapons alone, Fang Ruotong can make up for the lack of cultivation.
"It seems that you are well prepared for this competition!"
On the other side of the ring, Ling Que looked a little ugly.
But, it’s not fear!
After all, the advantages of weapons can only enhance a certain degree of combat power, and cultivation is ultimately the foundation of a warrior.
"Now that both sides are ready, this elder now announces that the first competition will now officially begin!"
"when!"
As the bell fell, Fang Ruotong and Ling Que immediately pounced on each other.
"Keng clang clang!"
As soon as the two of them clashed, the battle entered into full swing. On the ring, swords flashed, and waves of air surged.
Although Ling Que's cultivation level was one level higher than Fang Ruotong's, due to his disadvantage in weapons, even if he tried his best, he still could not gain the upper hand.
On the other hand, Fang Ruotong can be described as calm and effortless in dealing with the situation.