On the Inauguration of Martial Arts Supremacy

Before long, the onlookers outside were cleared away by the people from the Strength Pavilion.

After the crowd dispersed, Ning Mei ordered all the other disciples of the Strength Pavilion to leave.

She was the only one left outside, sitting on the lawn.

Xu Mu withdrew his perception, got up from the sofa, and walked outside.

Opening the door, he revealed a smile. As expected of the Strength Pavilion, one of the top five sects. Your words carry weight.

Ning Mei brushed her long golden hair. You must be Xu Mu, right?

Xu Mu nodded. That is correct.

Who is your master? I just asked some seniors about the Righteous to Evil Sect, and none of them have ever heard of it.

Ning Mei looked at Xu Mu curiously.

It is normal that they haven't heard of it. Didn't I explain it to you before? Our sect has very few members. My master is just a sloppy old man, and even I don't know his name.

Xu Mu certainly wouldn't tell the truth. After all, he had just made up the name of this sect on the spot.

Alright, let's exchange contact information. If you run into any trouble again, just let me know. I keep my word.

Ning Mei stood up from the grass. Our Strength Pavilion will no longer cause trouble for you. We will see who is better at the Martial Arts Championship.

As expected of the Strength Pavilion. I really didn't misjudge you. Then we will settle this when the time comes.

Xu Mu took out his phone and exchanged contact information with Ning Mei.

...

For the next few days, no one disturbed the building where Xu Mu and the others were staying.

Only at meal times would someone come specifically to deliver food, and two hours later, someone would come to collect the dishes.

Xu Mu and his group did not go out either; they just waited quietly.

The day before the competition, Jiang Huihui came over specifically to ask if they were going to register.

Xu Mu had Jiang Huihui submit their names.

Except for Fu Jinyu and Tong Guoguo, the rest of them planned to participate.

As for Xu Ningbing, Xu Mu's goal was to follow Xu Shou's intentions and see if the Cold Immortal Sect would be interested in her.

As for Meng Wanyue and Dai Xingluo, and of course, Xu Mu himself, their participation was basically an advertisement for their sect.

As their strength grew, they needed to establish a background for themselves to make anyone who wanted to target them think twice.

Another day passed.

The grand ceremony of the Martial Arts Championship began.

Within Xu Mu's perception, a vast number of people appeared, a sea of humanity.

The venue for this competition was located within a double level nine formation.

This formation could completely withstand a battle between the sect masters of the top five sects, so it was more than enough for these young disciples.

When Xu Mu and the others entered the formation, they found the competition venue to be dreamlike and surreal.

In the very center was the competition area. The field was enormous, looking roughly equivalent to two or three football fields.

Outside the competition area was the spectator seating.

The seats in the audience area were almost all suspended in mid-air, stretching layer by layer into the sky.

Obviously, this was intended for ordinary spectators.

High above the competition area was a white cloud floating in the sky, upon which tables and chairs had been arranged in advance.

There was even tea on the tables. The spectators on the white cloud were certainly no ordinary people.

After Xu Mu and the others stepped in, they verified their information through facial recognition. As contestants, they were all seated in the very front row of the venue.

As for Fu Jinyu and Tong Guoguo, because they were with Xu Mu's group, they were also seated in the front row.

Jiang Huihui was arranged to sit next to Xu Mu and the others, which was clearly her grandfather's doing.

As time passed, the spectators came filing in.

Everyone had their own assigned seat.

This was also to prevent any issues. Everyone entering Kunlun Mountain, even just an ordinary spectator, needed to have their identity verified.

The purpose was to prevent anyone from taking the opportunity to sneak into the sect and cause trouble.

Xu Mu checked the time on his phone; the admission process alone took several hours.

Now, the surrounding spectator seats were almost entirely full.

Xu Mu closed his eyes and scanned everyone present. He found that even the seating arrangements were highly particular.

For example, an expert like Nalan Shisan sat closer to the competition area.

Those sitting with her were sect masters of ordinary sects.

Some of them had come along with their participating disciples.

Others came with sect elders to select new disciples.

For instance, those on the field who were quite outstanding but rejected by the major sects would naturally be taken in by them.

As for the people from hidden families, they were usually seated in the farther spectator sections.

In the eyes of ordinary people, hidden families might be an unreachable existence.

But to them, the sects were equally unreachable.

Many heads of hidden families originated from sects, and most of them were individuals who had been eliminated and left.

Take Kunlun Mountain for example; a term usually lasted ten years.

Under normal circumstances, among the recruited disciples, if they became fourth term disciples in the sect, meaning they had stayed for forty years without any achievements, they would be sent home.

Only the outstanding ones would remain in the sect.

Some of these eliminated individuals would go on to establish hidden families.

Finally, within this massive formation, all the spectators had arrived.

The next moment, figures flew up towards the high white cloud.

In the audience, countless people looked up; every single figure was highly renowned.

An old man with a round face, wearing a purple robe and his hair tied in a bun with vines, slowly landed on the white cloud.

This person was none other than the sect master of the Shennong Cauldron Sect, Pan Chenggong.

The next moment, a man with white hair and a white beard, wearing tight-legged pants and a black short-sleeved shirt, appeared.

He revealed bronze skin and stood about 1.9 meters tall, looking like a solid wall.

He was Ning Kai, the sect master of the Strength Pavilion.

Another middle-aged man with long hair, wearing a suit, slowly landed on the white cloud.

He had slanted eyes, a posture as straight as a sword, and a faint smile on his face.

He was Wang Chi, the sect master of the Spirit Hall.

Just then, a middle-aged man in a black robe flew towards the white cloud, riding on a long sword.

He had a cross-shaped scar over his left eye, which, combined with the eye in the center, looked like a crosshair.

He was Dong Chengdao, the sect master of the Artifact Sect.

After that came a middle-aged man wearing a dark gold robe, giving off a gentle and elegant vibe.

He had a small mustache and very bright eyes.

He was Jiang Zhenqi, the sect master of Kunlun Mountain.

Afterwards, more people sequentially headed to the high white cloud.

Such as Jiang Sheng, as well as elder figures from various major sects.

Right at this moment, an old woman with completely white hair but an exceptional temperament also appeared on the white cloud.

Even though she had aged, one could still see her former grace.

Upon seeing this woman, Jiang Sheng said somewhat helplessly, Elder Ding, why are you here? I originally thought I would get to see my goddess this time.

Jiang Sheng, our sect master is currently on the verge of a breakthrough and doesn't have time to attend. What? Am I not qualified enough?

Ding Hong cast a faint glance at Jiang Sheng.

Hahaha! What are you saying, Grand Elder Ding.

Jiang Sheng smiled and waved his hand.

Just then, Jiang Zhenqi, the Sect Master of Kunlun Mountain, scanned his surroundings. "Almost everyone is here," he said softly. "This time, I will be the one to announce the new rules."

As he spoke, he floated into the air, hovering right in the center of the arena.