I can't help it, I have no choice but to become a god all the way

Chapter 23 The Fierce Competition

There is still a quarter of an hour before the re-election begins.

A group of figures came in from the side door of the martial arts arena. The line was nearly 300 meters long, and there were roughly two to three hundred people.

There are men and women, all young, wearing uniform blue-gray martial robes, with the word "Xuan" flying across the back.

It was easy to identify the identities of these hundreds of people, they were none other than Xuanzong.

The scene was inexplicably quiet.

Everyone in the Miscellaneous Sect looked at each other in blank dismay, their eyes full of surprise.

Everyone in Xuanzong was let in, and even came to the martial arts field. What's the situation?
"Welcome all the elders of Xuanzong to lead the disciples of Xuanzong to come and observe our internal sect general election." Amidst the doubts, a loud voice wrapped in true energy resounded.

On the most central high platform above, five elders of the martial arts hall stood with their heads held high, and one of them, an imposing young man, cupped his hands towards the four figures on the next high platform.

The young man's name is Guo Huai, he is not only the elder of the martial arts hall, but also has another identity, the second disciple of the lord of Miscellaneous Sect.

The other four martial hall elders didn't speak, but they also cupped their hands with smiles.

"If you're bothering me, please return Haihan." On the high platform over there, the four of them also bowed their hands in return, and a handsome young man who responded was none other than Xuanzong Sect Master's eldest disciple, Shi Junjie.

If you don't know that the relationship between the two sects is like fire and water, the current scene where the elders of the two sects exchange greetings and courtesies will definitely make people mistakenly think that the relationship is very friendly.

Everyone in the Zongzong was relieved, they came to observe it, but it was an invitation from the Zongzong, and they came from afar, so they couldn't refuse the door.

It's just that there are still hundreds of people watching the re-election in advance, which is still a bit out of order.

But the sect master's second disciple clearly expressed his welcome, and the elders of Wutang also acquiesced, which obviously represented the attitude of the sect.

Under the arrangement of the two deacons, an area with an excellent viewing angle was freed up for everyone in Xuanzong.

There are two rounds of re-selection, the first round is drumming.

Each contestant who is shortlisted for the re-election has a chance, and the time is limited to ten breaths, and the number and method of drumming are not limited within ten breaths.

This is a comprehensive test of attack speed, explosive power, and physical strength.

The more times the drum is hit, the greater the force, the more times the drum will sound, and every time the drummer hits the drum, he will also bear the corresponding shock force. Once he is injured , the power and frequency of subsequent drumming will inevitably be greatly affected.

The final score is based on the number of times the drum is played.

The top [-] will enter the next event, and the bottom [-] will be eliminated.

Eight large drums are placed in the venue from left to right.

Corresponding to the fifth level of body refining to the upper level of opening veins, the drum heads are made of different materials, which can eliminate the gap in realm to the greatest extent.

The lottery was completed ahead of time, and under the guidance of an inner disciple, the first seven people who came out came to the front of the seven-faced drum that corresponded to the top-ranked meridians.

The first person to strike was a male disciple at the fifth level of body training, and seeing her flickering figure, she entered the attack range in a moment, let out a deep shout, and punched the drum heavily.

"Boom, boom, boom"

At that moment, a deep and deafening drumbeat sounded like a heartbeat.

Under the shock, he took a few steps back, paused for a moment, then sped up again, swung his foot forward, kicked the drum hard, and then punched him again.
In ten short breaths, a total of five hits were made to the drum. When the time was up, the drumming stopped, and the drum continued to sound, and finally eight times.

Next, the six shot one by one.

For the disciples of the sixth level of body refining, the drum was played nine times, for the disciples of the seventh level of body training, the drum was played nine times, for the disciples of the eighth level of body training, the drum was played ten times, for the disciples of the ninth level of body training, the drum was played eleven times, For the disciples of the low-rank Kaimai, the drums were played thirteen times, and for the middle-rank disciples of the Kaimai, the drums were played for fourteen times.

Although the difference in realm has been erased, in terms of grades, disciples with higher realms are still significantly better than disciples with lower realms.

Not surprisingly, excluding the factor of age, on the whole, disciples with higher realms must have higher talents, richer actual combat experience, more abundant training resources, and higher levels of cultivation techniques and combat skills.

The second batch was still seven people, and the number of times the drums sounded was between eight and thirteen times, and the disciples who were still at a high level had better grades.

The third group of eight people included Luo Yi, the only top-rank opener among the outer disciples, and Gu Changning.

Luo Yi rang fifteen times, but it was not the best result among the eight people. Gu Changning rang sixteen times.

There was a murmur of surprise at the scene, and the expressions of more onlookers from the miscellaneous sects were as usual, which was not too surprising.

Although Luo Yi is also a disciple of the family, the Luo family is only the third lord of a small city in the Mo country, and the resources to support his cultivation are relatively limited.

His own talent in martial arts is not outstanding. At the age of 24, he is three years older than Gu Changning. Five years ago, he participated in the last inner sect general election with the eighth level of body training, but he failed in the re-election.

In comparison, Gu Changning's conditions in all aspects are superior.

The performance of the first three batches of more than 20 people was quite satisfactory, and there were not many unexpected results. The atmosphere on the scene was a bit tepid.

Until the appearance of the fourth batch of seven people, the situation changed suddenly.

None of these seven people are family members, all of them are grassroots, including Xu Le.

The body-refining [-]th level who struck first was a female disciple. Within ten breaths, she beat the drum six times. The last blow was with her elbow. Her body almost touched the drum. Her cheeks turned pale from the shock, and blood spilled from the corners of her mouth. .

The drum beat eleven times.

After that, the Sixth Layer of Physical Training was a male disciple. Within ten breaths, he also beat the drum six times. The fifth time he punched too hard, his arm cracked under the shock. , completed the sixth blow, and was sent flying backwards by the shock. After falling to the ground, he spit out two mouthfuls of blood and coughed profusely. It seemed that he had suffered serious internal injuries.

So desperately, in exchange for twelve drumbeats.

It was Xu Le's turn, the third punch came out, he had already clenched his teeth, his face was flushed red, then the fourth punch, a pair of eyes popped out, his face was flushed, and the fifth punch came, his jaw loosened, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. This is not over yet, he gritted his teeth again, a look of cruelty flashed across his eyes, and bumped into him again with his body.

Within ten breaths, the drum was hit six times, and the drum sounded thirteen times!

The other four also did their best at the cost of injuring themselves due to the shock.

Seeing that scene made one's heart tremble with fear, and exclamations kept coming and going.

Lin Ansheng, who was hiding in the crowd, sometimes frowned and sometimes felt relieved. With his eyesight, he could naturally see that these seven people had reached the upper limit, or even the limit.

And when Xu Le launched the final collision, Lin Ansheng was really sweating for him.

The competition has reached this level, it is no longer fierce enough to describe, it can already be called fierce!
(End of this chapter)