Primordial Emperor
Chapter 402 Recruitment Conference Begins

Chapter 402: Chapter 402 Recruitment Conference Begins

"Brother Lin, this is the Outer Sect Martial Arts Practice Ground of the Formation Sect. Let’s spar here. It’s quiet and no one else will disturb us."

Qin Kaifeng led Lin Chen directly towards the front.

On the Martial Arts Practice Ground, the overseeing elder, upon seeing the arrival of Qin Kaifeng, not only did not stop them but even greeted them with a warm smile.

Lin Chen nodded. Since Qin Kaifeng had found such a location, naturally, today Lin Chen was eager to have a good bout of sparring with him.

The grand competition of the Formation Sect was just around the corner, and Lin Chen saw this as a final opportunity to make a push. If he could thoroughly solidify his foundations, he would be able to make an assault on the Ninth Layer of the Heaven-reaching Realm.

Although it was only an advancement of one realm, the difference between the Ninth Layer and Eighth Layer of the Melding Earth Realm was a watershed. Once he broke through, Lin Chen’s strength would surely achieve a substantial increase.

Qin Kaifeng was very strong, and in their sparring, Lin Chen still couldn’t gain the slightest advantage.

"Brother Lin, don’t be polite with me. Don’t hold back. It’s only interesting for me if you take it seriously," Qin Kaifeng said.

His gaze settled on Lin Chen, his eyes brimming with endless fighting spirit.

Qin Kaifeng possessed formidable talent. After every battle with Lin Chen, he would have many insights and after going into seclusion, his cultivation would inevitably improve.

Therefore, Qin Kaifeng was exceedingly eager for spars with Lin Chen. What astonished him most was that even though Lin Chen’s cultivation was lower, his combat strength was astounding, allowing him to fight on equal footing with Qin.

"Then, Brother Qin, you should be careful," said Lin Chen with a calm voice. A flash of Spiritual Light appeared in his hand, and suddenly he was holding a Flowing Light Sword.

In fact, Lin Chen’s thoughts were quite similar to Qin Kaifeng’s. Benefiting greatly from battling with Qin, Lin Chen had much to gain as well.

Qin Kaifeng’s talent and strength far surpassed Du Feiyu’s.

For Lin Chen to defeat Qin Kaifeng was a formidable challenge.

If he did not employ Formation tactics, defeating Qin Kaifeng would even be impossible.

But if he resorted to Formation tactics, that would betray the initial intention and purpose of Lin Chen’s sparring with Qin Kaifeng.

At this moment, the two were engaged in battle. Lin Chen’s Flowing Light Sword continued to wave, unleashing countless streaks of Sword Light slashing towards Qin Kaifeng.

Qin Kaifeng, however, faced all of Lin Chen’s attacks head-on with the strength of his physical body.

Qin Kaifeng’s strength left Lin Chen in awe. At present, he had already executed the eleventh style of the High Mountain Flowing Water Swordsmanship, and still, he was no match for Qin. This indicated how formidable Qin Kaifeng’s strength was.

Possibly, only by executing the complete High Mountain Flowing Water Swordsmanship, including the Thirteenth Style, might Lin Chen have the chance to gain the upper hand.

However, Lin Chen had not yet mastered all thirteen strokes of the swordsmanship, so it seemed he could not gain the upper hand with swordplay alone.

But for Qin Kaifeng to pose a threat to Lin Chen was not an easy task either.

After all, Lin Chen still had the Purple Cloud Wings Movement Martial Technique, but dodging alone was not a solution; after all, throughout the battle, Qin was facing Lin Chen head-on.

So in that sense, Lin Chen had already lost the fight.

As the battle continued, Lin Chen began to fall into a disadvantage, increasingly suppressed by Qin Kaifeng.

Lin Chen wanted several times to directly employ Formation tactics and use Talisman Inscriptions, but those trump cards were meant to be used in real combat. Currently, Lin Chen was merely using the sparring session to refine himself and it was entirely unnecessary to employ both Formations and Talismans.

Thus, from this battle, Lin Chen realized one thing.

That was, in the past, he had been too reliant on Formations and Talismans, even drawing upon the Power of the Dragon Vein beneath Divine Sun City at one time.

But what if Lin Chen didn’t have these tools? What advantage would he have then?

Although Formations and Talismans were also techniques that Lin Chen excelled at, those powers, after all, were external. Lin Chen could consider them his own strength, but he could not depend on them.

After all, in front of truly powerful foes, Talismans could be exhausted, and Formations could be broken.

"Brother Qin is indeed a favored son of heaven, with a strength that I cannot match," Lin Chen admitted, gasping for air. For the first time in a while, he had been pushed to such an extent, with his Spiritual Power almost depleted, reaching an unprecedented state of exhaustion.

Looking at Qin Kaifeng, Lin Chen couldn’t help but admire him from the bottom of his heart—in terms of both strength and talent, Qin was indeed very impressive.

Eventually, Lin Chen and Qin Kaifeng returned to their respective dwellings, seizing the few remaining days before the commencement of the Formation Sect’s grand competition to enter seclusion, striving to break through their own bottlenecks. That way, Lin Chen would have more odds of advancing to the higher ranks in the competition of the Formation Sect.

Time flew by swiftly, and nine days had passed.

Today, the Formation Sect was finally hosting this year’s grand competition.

All the martial artists entered into the Formation Sect were flying en masse toward the Sky Square of the Formation Sect.

Utilizing many Formation tactics, the Formation Sect had astonishingly constructed an enormous aerial battlefield using the various mountains and peaks as foundations.

The number of martial artists who came to participate in the competition this year was as many as over seven hundred thousand.

Looking down at the dense crowd below, the elders of the Formation Sect arrived first at the aerial battlefield.

"Everyone, silence please. I’m sure you have all heard of the recruitment rules of our Formation Sect," announced an elder suddenly. With those words, several elderly men with wisps of white hair appeared above the aerial battlefield, slowly making their presence known. These were three martial artists with long beards, dressed in white robes.

Upon seeing the trio, the martial artists participating in the Formation Sect’s competition immediately fell silent and looked up towards the sky.

Everyone knew that these three elders were exceptional powerhouses within the Formation Sect.

Lin Chen also raised his head to look at the three, sensing their aura, his heart stirred with excitement.

"These three, they are all at the Peak of the Reverting Void Realm!"