C398 Impact of the new rule
C398 Impact of the new rule
"If one could use all sorts of methods at will, then the powerful disciple would undoubtedly win. The other disciples simply have no way of making a comeback, so they cannot use supplementary methods to run at the same time. Wouldn't that be better?"
"Therefore, Zou elder, please do not object. These rules are extremely feasible."
"Hmph." Zou Tianyi and the rest snorted in displeasure, a lot of useless words. It was true that most of the powerful and powerful disciples had such methods, but the rules said that they could not use any other methods, and could not use any weapons other than power. If this was not nonsense, then it was.
"Zou elder." An elder looked at Zou Tianyi with an ugly expression. Now that the two great sects and the Imperial Family were both standing together, there was no point in competing with each other. No matter how hard one fought, it would just become a reality and one would not be able to compete in the Martial Competition.
"Hmph." Zou Tianyi coldly snorted and brushed his sleeves as he sat down. The remaining elders looked at Li Yuezhen unhappily and sat down, while only the Thirteenth Elder glanced at the corner of Li Yuezhen's mouth curled into a cold smile. He went to discuss with Li Yuezhen, not expecting him to have the same idea as well.
When he went to contact the people of the Tian Luo Zong, he did not expect that the Tian Luo Zong would respond in such a way, so this matter became a matter of course.
"Little bastard, let's see how you can still act so arrogantly this time!"
"Dammit, why did these rules appear? I spent half my life's worth of savings to buy a pill for this martial arts competition, and now I can't even use one anymore!"
"Me too, for the sake of the Martial Arts Competition, I hunted Star Beasts for a whole six months, and all of them have gone down the drain!"
Upon seeing that the rules were set, everyone howled in anguish. Dong Zhengyu and Yi Jinglin's expression were extremely ugly, once the rules were set, the chances of the top ten getting promoted to the top 10 was extremely small.
"Master!" Dong Zhengyu opened his mouth, and raised his hand to stop from speaking. This rule was truly unfavorable for him. If he did not use Star Beast Cores s, he could at most raise his strength to the sixth level of stellar state, in addition to battle skills and battle axes, at most, he would be able to shake people at the peak of the stellar state.
But even so, there is still a chance. No matter who it is, no one can stop him from getting the lightning sparks, and you, Li Yuezhen, will not do it either!
Everyone complained that the competition would continue after a period of time. A large number of disciples swarmed out of the Lotus Villa, and every single person participating in the competition would have to go through rigorous screening. They would absolutely not be allowed to bring anything other than weapons.
"Martial Competition, begin!"
The Martial Competition was divided into the Promotion Tournament, the semifinals, and the finals. As long as one could win five matches in the tournament or defend the arena for an hour after the match, they would be able to enter the semifinals. The semifinals would decide the top ten names and the top ten would then begin the finals.
With the announcement of the referee, the people on the arena stood against each other and started to make their move. The gazes of the grumbling crowd immediately fell on the arena. They were all anticipating this' absolutely fair 'match.
"He is ranked in the top 50 of the inner sect disciples. He will definitely win this battle."
"Luo Hao is one of the top forty disciples of my Tian Luo Zong. He will definitely be able to defeat your top fifty!"
The battle began as everyone discussed amongst themselves, cheering up their sects and arguing ceaselessly under the sudden rules.
"AHH!"
Suddenly, a scream came out, the Tian Luo Zong disciples went into an uproar, the 40 people that they had been boasting about were directly sent flying!
"Senior-apprentice Brother Luo Hao actually lost!"
"He lost to the top 50 disciples of an inner court disciple!"
The disciples of the Tian Luo Zong were in disbelief. This was a clear sign that victory was destined to end in failure.
Dong Zhengyu and Jing Lin were already paying attention to the battlefield, and shook their heads slightly. With such a rule, it was impossible to observe battles that seemed to be of great disparity in strength. Some people relied on their own methods to rise in power, while some relied on their hard power.
Thinking about that, the two of them turned to look at Mo Feng. Their eyes were still filled with worry, but seeing that Mo Feng was resting with his eyes closed, they shook their heads and did not say anything.
"It's opening! It's opening!"
"The Lotus Villa is in charge, the auction has begun, the captives are rich, they are rich and powerful, the odds are high!"
Suddenly, a few loud voices sounded out, attracting the attention of the entire audience, causing the atmosphere to explode. There were thirty high tables in front of the Lotus Villa camp, and countless people had rushed over.
This time, it's Lotus Villa who opened the stage, and suddenly made such a ridiculous rule, this time, I will definitely make Lotus Villa suffer a loss of blood!
"Next match, Fan Pei against Zong Ding, the odds are 1: 1, 1: 15!"
"Yue Bing against Cheng Jian, the odds are 1: 05, 1: 08!"
With the betting stations open, all the fights in the arena could be bet!
In the blink of an eye, thirty high tables piled up like mountains of star stones or storage bag s. Gambling, was something that would make people go crazy, moreover, it could bring about wealth and excitement in the middle of battle, this was something that no one would refuse. The Four Major Sects would acquiesce to this sort of thing, and setting up a manor during the Martial Competition would allow one to absorb a large amount of wealth.
Mo Feng and the other two were not interested in betting, and were all worried about the rules.
"In the next round, Dong Zhengyu against Mirror of Harmony!" A judge's voice came out, Yi Jinglin touched Dong Zhengyu.
"It's your turn."
Dong Zhengyu nodded, glanced at Mo Feng and said:
"My lord, I will go up first."
Mo Feng opened his eyes and nodded slightly, watching Dong Zhengyu jump into the arena. His opponent was a boorish muscular man with two sideburns, whose strength was at the ninth stage of the stellar state, but he was not strong, only in the top fifty of the inner disciples.
Dong Zhengyu's match had no members from the Zhuang family who had not started yet, and was one of the top ten disciples in the inner sect or top fifty people from the inner sect. One could easily guess the outcome of this battle by thinking on their knees, and even set up a gambling house.
"Hmph, what luck." Thirteenth Elder maliciously glanced at Dong Zhengyu, and coldly snorted in his heart. He hated Mo Feng, so he naturally hated Dong Zhengyu as well. However, he understood that just the ranking competition itself was not something that could stop Dong Zhengyu.
This was also the reality. Dong Zhengyu had won all five matches in a row and successfully levelled up. He had not met with an especially strong opponent.
Although every battle was randomly chosen, there was still a certain degree of control. No inner disciple would be able to compete in the top ten matches and there would be no chance of them colliding with each other.
"Next match, Mo Feng against Hua Yugang!" A referee's voice sounded, causing the entire arena to go eerily silent. Everyone's gaze fell on Mo Feng who was currently resting with their eyes closed, and their expressions were all different.