Glancing indifferently at the regretful Yang Wei, Zhao Letian immediately took to sword flight, leaving the arena.
In this world, there is no medicine for regret; every person must be responsible for their own words and actions. It's best not to speak thoughtlessly, or else, one might have to pay a painful price.
After the battle ended, the expressions of the people on the scene became solemn. Zhao Letian had not only established his own authority but also served as a warning to everyone present. The sect's grand competition was no child's play. If one was not absolutely confident, it would be better to forfeit or admit defeat rather than rashly step into the arena, because falling to the last place in the ranking was a minor issue, but if someone ended up like Yang Wei, with their cultivation crippled, that would be truly tragic.
Of course, in the Martial Arts World, there is never a shortage of admirable bravery. Despite being acutely aware of the dangers of participating in the grand competition, some people still stepped onto the arena one after another, desiring to prove their strength in the limelight and striving for more cultivation resources. Even if it meant paying a price, they were willing.
"Brother Letian." Seeing Zhao Letian flying over on his sword, Liu Wei immediately showed a face full of joy. She came to Zhao Letian's side and tightly embraced his arm, causing the male disciples present to look at Zhao Letian with envy and jealousy.
"Master, your cultivation seems to have progressed a lot." Da Hu said with a smile.
"Improved a little bit." Zhao Letian said indifferently. In the Ten Thousand Abyss, the Primordial Energy was extremely rich. Thus, even though he didn't deliberately cultivate during these twenty days, his cultivation had unconsciously advanced to the small success stage of the True Martial Second Realm.
At the same time, Shentu Yu, Liu Fei, and others also turned their gazes towards Zhao Letian. Content first released on *.
"To be able to advance the cultivation to the True Martial Second Realm within half a year, Zhao Letian can indeed be considered talented, but, with just this level of cultivation, how can he contend with me?" Shentu Yu laughed coldly, speaking disdainfully.
"He already has the cultivation of the True Martial Second Realm?" Liu Fei, who was in Shentu Yu's arms, didn't speak, but her heart was immensely shocked. At the same time, that sense of regret surfaced again. Could Zhao Letian's future achievements really not compare to Shentu Yu's with such a rapid rate of cultivation?
However, Liu Fei also knew that she had already made her choice and there was no room for regret. No matter what, she could only grit her teeth and continue to follow Shentu Yu. Therefore, the best outcome for today would be for Shentu Yu to kill Zhao Letian on the spot, so she wouldn't have to worry anymore.
"The True Martial Second Realm? Of no concern!" Lin Yun breathed a sigh of relief. Zhao Letian's cultivation level was still not enough to pose a threat to him.
Yet, Pan Qingqing, who was watching from the sidelines, frowned. Zhao Letian seemed to be about the same age as her, but his cultivation was a realm higher and his strength was far beyond her comparison, which made her very frustrated. She wished Zhao Letian would just drop dead.
"His cultivation hasn't changed much. I should be able to defeat him!" Zhuo Yifeng also felt the pressure lighten considerably. He had improved a lot in the past month, while Zhao Letian appeared to have not changed much. He felt more confident in avenging his previous shame by defeating Zhao Letian publicly.
"So, his cultivation is only one realm higher than mine. Perhaps, I still have a chance to fight him." Luo Hao, who had already given up hope, reignited his fighting spirit. He had thought that Zhao Letian, who was ranked tenth among the Inner Sect, was far beyond his reach, but to his surprise, the difference in their cultivation was only one realm. Maybe, he had a chance to challenge across levels and defeat Zhao Letian.
"Trash at the True Martial Second Realm, actually killed my brother Yan Kuan, damn it." Yan Peng's face darkened, Zhao Letian's cultivation was far lower than he had anticipated. That such a person could kill his brother, was an immense humiliation to him. He resolved to dismember Zhao Letian into ten thousand pieces to alleviate the hatred in his heart.
The grand competition continued, and on the three platforms corresponding to the heaven, earth, and human rankings, martial artists were constantly battling. Occasionally, even on the central Life and Death Platform, people would go up to fight to the death. Not long after the competition started, a few martial artists had already fallen forever in pools of blood, adding a touch more brutality to the competition.
Time quietly passed by, and soon an hour had gone.
"Luo Hao? He wants to challenge me?" Zhao Letian suddenly noticed that Luo Hao, who was once ranked second in the External Sect, had stepped onto the Earth Rankings Arena, lifted his head, and looked towards the space where he was.
"Zhao Letian, come on down." Indeed, Luo Hao, sword in hand, looked at Zhao Letian and spoke.
"This guy, still doesn't give up. Seems necessary to let him realize just how vast the gap between us is." Zhao Letian smiled helplessly and then, commandeering his flying sword, descended.
"Luo Hao fighting Zhao Letian? Interesting. Last time Luo Hao was defeated by Zhao Letian right here on Huangquan Island, I wonder if he can regain his honor today."
"I think it's unlikely. Originally, Luo Hao's cultivation was far higher than Zhao Letian's, yet he still lost. Even more so now that Zhao Letian's cultivation surpasses Luo Hao's. There's no chance at all for Luo Hao."
"That's hard to say. In the Martial Arts World, instances of defeating someone of a higher level happen from time to time. Luo Hao can be considered a talent as well. Perhaps he could defeat Zhao Letian despite the level difference."
The crowd discussed among themselves.
"Zhao Letian, I know that the chances of me winning this battle are extremely slim, but I still want to fight you. I hope you can bring out your strongest power, so that I can be utterly convinced of my defeat." Luo Hao took a deep breath, summoning his courage to speak. In fact, he knew he was likely to lose, but he still wanted to give it a try.
"Make your move." Without saying much, Zhao Letian responded with an indifferent smile.
"Overlord Saber Technique, Slash!"
Luo Hao, a man of decisive action, without further ado, hefted his great saber and brought it down fiercely.
With a casual palm, Zhao Letian unleashed a huge Palm Seal, instantly shattering Luo Hao's saber aura, causing the great saber to slip from his grasp and fly away, and ultimately, blasting Luo Hao out of the boundaries of Huangquan Island, making him fall into the lake.
Seeing this scene, the venue instantly fell silent, the crowd had thought that even if Luo Hao couldn't beat Zhao Letian, he would at least last a little while. They didn't expect Luo Hao to be defeated so swiftly, so decisively, with absolutely no power to resist.
Zhao Letian had perfectly controlled his strength; Luo Hao was not injured and quickly leaped out of the lake, landing back on Huangquan Island, looking at Zhao Letian with a complicated expression, his hands trembling involuntarily.
"How much of your strength did you use?" Luo Hao asked with a gloomy expression.
"It's not about how much strength I used; it was just a casual palm. Your strength is too weak, even weaker than Yang Wei. If you want to challenge me, go back and train for a few more years." Zhao Letian said indifferently, intending to harshly crush Luo Hao's spirit to prevent him from pestering him in the future, insisting on a showdown.