Lord Sovereign

Coincidentally, the first round of competition was between Fei Hong's Master Forge Hands and Cao Huan, one of the three elders. Both of these masters were at the cultivation bases of the fourth layer of the Earth Realm, but master Hao wasn't an elder yet. Each of them had opened up the upper and lower lower chakras, and they belonged to the top level of the Sacred Sect as masters.

The two were very familiar with each other. There were not so many polite words, and after cupping their fists, the competition begins.

This Cao Huan used a white long sword, the sword wind was flowing, and he kept pulling out white sword flowers around him. Forge Hands was only dodging the swords which was forcing a tie for a while.

Fei Hong watched with a wry smile. Over the past few months, he had been following Master's refining technique. He only knew that Master's refining technique was very powerful, but was it possible that his martial arts and physical skills were so unsightly?

He didn't know that at the moment on the high platform on the sidelines, another elder, Cao Wang, looked at the forge hands in the arena with some surprise, and whispered to the people around him: "Brother Hao is good, he can be so calm under Cao Huan's swordsmanship. It's a lot better than five years ago..."

Standing beside Cao Wang was a woman in black. This woman was slim and slender, with a long braid of blue silk draped behind her, but she was wearing black veil, which looked a little mysterious. But those bright eyes still made people's heart to behold her in awe.

"Huh, what's so amazing about it." This woman was Mu Shuang, the third elder of the Sacred Sect.

As soon as she spoke those words, she made a soft "Huh". But then she saw that the Forge Hands on the field had suddenly swayed menacingly. Moving two feet away, Hao circled his palms in the air. The pair of Hao big hands that were originally ivory in colour turned black in an instant, and they struck violently forward.

Cao Huan looked at the pair of big black palms manifested by Forge Hands in fear. He quickly changed the direction of his long sword, bending it sideways to pierce the waist of the Forge Hands.

"Ha." Iron Finger sneered. His hands slammed down, and grasped the long sword to everyone's shock. At this moment, his hands were as big as a human head, and it was as dark as night. The black mist coming out of his palms, from time to time, shocked the onlookers to no bound.

"Is this his original handing technique?" Cao Wang asked in contemplation. He could already see that his younger brother Cao Huan had his long sword at the moment, but was at a disadvantage.

"Yes. The Thousand Blacksmiths technique." One of the elders replied.

"This is unexpected."

Cao Huan was already very fast. Then together with his sword, he was almost invisible. It was difficult for ordinary people to avoid the edges of his blade. More so, it was difficult for people to face his sword head-on. However, he did not expect that the elder in front of him would have his palms together and directly restrained his long sword with them.

He concentrated his infuriating energy on the right arm holding the sword, tugged fiercely, but he wasn't able to move the sword at all. Cao Huan gritted his teeth, and gave up the long sword. In an instant, he shaped his hands into a claw and attacked Forge Hands up and down.

Both of these elders had reached the fourth level of the Earth Realm in cultivation, and their speed was much more faster than that of Fei Hong and the others. In addition, the two were very close at this time. Cao Huan's two clawed hands were moving extremely fast now, and some onlookers couldn't help it, but shouted: "The elder is going to win."

At the same time, Cao Wang on the side of the high platform sent a voice message to his brother. "Junior, be careful."

Cao Huan heard his brother's voice, and stopped his clawed attacks. Then, he suddenly saw that the palms of the iron fingers had turned into a blurr, generating more black mist. The black mist lingered around him, striking him like a mountain.

This development caused Ye Hua's face to change drastically. His claws hurriedly retracted, and he turned around to escape the range of this palm technique, only to find that those black palms turned into countless phantoms, surrounding him all.

"Junior Brother Hao, be merciful." Cao Wang couldn't help it anymore. He jumped on the platform, wanting to help his brother.

"Nonsense." Iron Finger whispered in countless black palm phantoms.

Seeing that Cao Huan couldn't hide, Cao Wang brows knitted together, and he turned to face the Forge Hands again. He raised his whole body in anger, and shouted as his palms went straight to collide with the pair of black palms.

With a soft "pop", the palm in front of him was easily resolved by Cao Wang's shock, and he himself felt a tightness in his chest, groaned, and withdrew several feet away before he could stand still.

"Junior Brother, are you okay?" Cao Wang arrived and helped his younger brother.

Cao Huan smiled bitterly, seeing that there was a pair of giant black palm prints on his chest. He knew that the Forge Hands had been merciful just now. If not, he might have been seriously injured.

"Brother Hao has a peculiar hand, this senior brother surrender." Cao Huan clasped his fist with his iron fingers, turned and left the field.

The people off the court then came back to their senses, and chatted about the previous test.

Zhang Long stood beside Fei Hong and said softly, "This is the first time I have seen Master Hao's sparred, and it is also the first time I have seen someone defeat Elder Cao Huan.... "

Fei Hong smiled bitterly, and said in his heart. *In fact, anyone with a discerning eye could see that if Cao Huan had been a little smaller in stature, his master would never have been able to control him. This victory really felt a little incompetent.*

Because there were fewer disciples that qualified for today's competition, by afternoon, the day's competition was all over. Master Hao took Fei Hong back to the refining room with a look of excitement, gave Fei Hong a few words of motivation, and went back to his house.

Fei Hong knew that today's competition had caused his master to be in the limelight, and he was likely to get the position of an elder in the near future.

He ate something hastily, went to the refining room to take a look at the mysterious iron being refined, and when he saw that there was no serious problem, he also returned to his hut.

Tomorrow, he would resume the competition. You must know that those who enter tomorrow's round are all top disciples below the peak stage of the Embryonic Realm. From level two to the fifth level. And the day after tomorrow, the champion will be determined.

Thinking of this, Fei Hong couldn't help touching the mysterious iron armour on his chest.. *Maybe tomorrow, I can use it.*