Giving up the fight is not my style

Looking at Xu Mu so close at hand, Shui Lingxi's heartbeat began to accelerate.

She hadn't expected Xu Mu to be this strong.

There was simply no need to fight anymore. She had attacked with all her might, and he hadn't even bothered to defend himself. How could she possibly fight that?

Words appeared above.

Xu Mu wins.

Xu Mu looked up, turned around, and returned to his seat.

The surrounding spectators were already dumbfounded.

Now, not only experts of Wang Zichong and Ning Mei's caliber, but even those Transcendent realm masters sitting at the very front of the major sects who were exempt from the preliminaries, had noticed Xu Mu.

Taking a Grandmaster realm attack head-on with just a physical body was something even they would find difficult to do.

Wu Tian revealed a cold sneer. This Xu Mu's physique is indeed very strong.

An old voice entered his ears. You are right, this person is indeed not easy to deal with.

However, I am not afraid of him at all right now. My Heaven-rank cultivation method is enough to destroy him.

Wu Tian's eyes were filled with confidence.

The battles continued.

However, the subsequent fights did not cause much of a stir, as people were still discussing Xu Mu's battle.

They were wondering what kind of cultivation method Xu Mu possessed to be able to train his body's toughness to such a degree.

Amidst the discussions of the crowd, the Grandmaster level experts also smoothly completed two rounds.

The preliminaries finally ended, and the main tournament began.

That meant everyone would be competing together, including the Transcendent realm experts who were previously exempt.

They still used the silk pouches for selection, and two names subsequently appeared.

Shi Yao, Li Si.

Seeing the name Shi Yao, Li Si turned pale with fright.

Shi Yao was the head disciple of the Strength Court, possessing formidable power. He had participated in the Martial Arts Championship three times, with his best result being second place.

Li Si immediately raised his hand. I refuse.

He was only at the Astral Qi level. Was not facing such an expert just asking for death?

Next, a new opponent was found for Li Si.

Wang Zichong.

Seeing this name, Li Si was completely dumbfounded. Another one, the third disciple of the Spirit Hall.

I refuse!

Li Si raised his hand again.

The next name appeared.

Bai Qingyuan.

Seeing this, Li Si's face was as white as paper. Was God really playing with him like this?

He had finally made it into the main tournament and originally wanted to coast through a few more matches, but he never expected his luck to be this bad.

Duel with Bai Qingyuan?

He might as well have fought Wang Zichong.

I surrender!

Li Si did not even head to the arena. Fighting Bai Qingyuan was completely meaningless.

It was impossible for him to win, and he would only end up getting injured for nothing.

The text above immediately appeared; Bai Qingyuan won the victory without even taking the stage.

The competition continued.

The scene from just now happened many times. Many people chose to refuse when they encountered top experts.

Because the gap between the two sides was too large, there was simply no room for flukes.

Xu Mu suddenly realized that he himself had also become synonymous with being a powerhouse.

However, the real battles were also much more brutal.

Those in the Astral Qi and Divine Power realms were being eliminated in large numbers. Only a few in the Divine Power realm could advance if they were lucky enough to meet someone of the same level or a weaker Astral Qi opponent.

Finally, two more names appeared above.

Xu Ningbing, Jiang Cisui.

Seeing these two names, Xu Mu smiled. Sister, refuse it.

Jiang Huihui also said from the side. Jiang Cisui is the eldest disciple of Kunlun Mountain. His strength has already reached the Transcendent realm, and he can easily kill stronger experts above his level.

Xu Ningbing nodded gently. Although she had extremely high confidence, she was not stubborn.

For example, in business, she knew what to stick with and what to give up on.

Against this kind of top-tier expert, she was indeed no match at present.

I refuse.

Xu Ningbing raised her hand and said.

Her refusal was not unexpected. Even if one belonged to the Righteous-Turned-Evil Sect, they should still understand the situation.

No matter how strong a Divine Power level cultivator was, they could not possibly challenge a Transcendent.

Another contestant's name appeared.

Cheng Yue.

Jiang Huihui said somewhat helplessly. Your luck is too bad. Cheng Yue is the second disciple of Shennong Cauldron.

Xu Ningbing continued. I refuse.

Then, another contestant's name appeared.

Ruan Ling.

Seeing this, Jiang Huihui sighed. This is the fifth disciple of the Cold Immortal Sect. Her strength is already at the Grandmaster realm. You had better give up.

Over at the Cold Immortal Sect's side, Ruan Ling did not even stand up. In her view, Xu Ningbing would definitely refuse again.

When Xu Ningbing fought earlier, her realm had already been exposed; she was merely at the early stage of the Divine Power realm.

But Ruan Ling was already at the peak of the early stage of the Grandmaster realm.

This was a whole major realm higher than her.

However, something unexpected happened. Xu Ningbing did not surrender; instead, she walked toward the arena.

Seeing this, Ruan Ling's face was full of disbelief.

But since Xu Ningbing was not surrendering, she naturally had to take the stage as well.

Brother Mu, why bother? The gap of a major realm cannot be bridged just by relying on cultivation methods.

Meng Wanyue said from the side.

It is fine.

Xu Mu kept his eyes fixed on the arena. He understood Xu Ningbing's personality, so he had not spoken up to stop her at all.

Ruan Ling was a woman who looked to be in her thirties.

She wore a dress and held a longsword, and there was a black mole right between her eyebrows.

I am a whole realm above you. Why even come up to the stage and ask for humiliation?

Ruan Ling looked at Xu Ningbing indifferently.

I do not expect to win against you, but giving up without a fight is not my style.

Xu Ningbing got into a combat stance. Bring it on.

Then you had better be careful.

Ruan Ling gripped her longsword tightly, and her figure suddenly lunged toward Xu Ningbing.

Xu Ningbing carefully watched her opponent's movements. In comparison, she was indeed on a different level from Meng Wanyue and the others.

She had known from earlier that when fighting with Meng Wanyue and the others, they had not used their full strength at all.

However, she could be considered experienced when it came to fighting someone so many realms above her.

Xu Ningbing immediately retreated, raising her hands, and several thin blue lines appeared in front of her.

Seeing this, Ruan Ling swiftly slashed out a wave of sword qi.

Crack!

The thin lines Xu Ningbing had established were all severed.

Ruan Ling did not stop, her figure flashing in front of Xu Ningbing in the blink of an eye.

Just as she swung her longsword and slashed at Xu Ningbing's body, she realized it was a clone.

She quickly turned around, sensed Xu Ningbing's real body, and chased after her.

Swish, swish, swish...

Xu Ningbing pushed the Cloud Sleeve Frost Trace technique she had currently mastered to its absolute limit, leaving behind three distinct shadows of herself in the surroundings.

Including Xu Ningbing's actual body, all four figures attacked Ruan Ling from different directions.

Seeing this, Ruan Ling thrust her sword into the ground. Frost Wheel!

Whoosh!

A ring of solid ice suddenly erupted around her body. The edges of the ice were like sharp blades, rapidly expanding outward.

This move was incredibly fast; in almost the blink of an eye, it reached the waists of the four figures.

Seeing this, Xu Mu quickly stood up.

But suddenly, he noticed that all four of Xu Ningbing's bodies had phased right through the expanding ice blades.

Slash!

Xu Ningbing slashed her sword onto Ruan Ling's shoulder.