Tyrant Sky Martial Soul
Chapter 778 Hundred Gold Lamps_1

Chapter 778: Chapter 778 Hundred Gold Lamps_1

"Too strong!"

Li Xuefeng’s brow furrowed slightly as he thought to himself, "This Dao Wuming’s strength should be inferior to mine. If I were to give it my all, I could light up ninety-five lamps. But this fellow’s strength is also considerable. How would Ling Xiao from the Moon Hua Sect fare?"

He looked toward Ling Xiao, only to see him walking toward the bronze pillar with an unchanged expression, calm and composed.

"What do you think? How many lamps will Ling Xiao, the chief core disciple of the Moon Hua Sect, be able to light up?"

"I heard he took first place in the preliminaries. I guess he should at least light up over eighty lamps."

"That sounds about right. The problem, though, is that he’s foolishly made a bet with Dao Wuming of the Heavenly King Sect. Now he’s surely going to lose."

Ling Xiao, upon hearing the crowd’s discussions, merely smiled slightly and then walked up to the bronze pillar, without channeling his power or drawing a weapon.

With his current cultivation level and strength, just the power of his physical body was enough to surpass Dao Wuming. It’s just a pity that this fool still does not know any better.

Slap!

It was just a gentle pat.

The crowd might have been under an illusion, but the bronze pillar seemed to have shaken instantly.

Then, a golden light soared.

"Quick, look! It’s ninety-three lamps!"

"It’s a tie!"

"No, no! Look, it’s ninety-three and a half lamps! He won by half a lamp, half a meter’s distance!"

Ling Xiao had done it on purpose.

If the advantage were too great, the opponent might think it’s normal to lose and wouldn’t feel so frustrated.

But now, winning by a margin of half a lamp would likely make the opponent utterly furious.

"How can this be!"

Dao Wuming was completely dumbfounded.

He had thought it would be very simple to defeat Ling Xiao in this aspect, but he was defeated by what seemed to be a casual slap from the opponent.

Although the victory was not by much, it was precisely this half-lamp advantage that made him burn with anger.

"Terrifying! I heard this youngster provoked Dao Wuming on the street. I thought he was courting death, but who would have thought he was actually this strong!"

"Yeah, he’s even stronger than both Dao Wuming and Li Xuefeng!"

"The Moon Hua Sect truly looks set to rise."

The onlookers were astounded. Lighting up ninety lamps was the mark of the favored sons and daughters amongst the younger generation.

With such a youngster in the Moon Hua Sect, it would probably not be long before their status among the Twelve Sects climbed considerably.

"Hmph, I was just hiding my strength, and you all seriously thought I was inferior to those two?"

Li Xuefeng had been quite capable of maintaining his composure, but seeing both Dao Wuming and Ling Xiao surpass him, he threw a punch in frustration at the bronze pillar with all his strength.

"He wasn’t lying, ninety-five lamps. He really is the strongest."

"Hmph!"

Listening to the others’ discussions, Li Xuefeng felt somewhat relieved in his heart.

However, at this time, Ling Xiao showed no interest in competing with him. Instead, he looked at Dao Wuming with a smile and said, "The disciples of the Heavenly King Sect should certainly keep their word, right? Now kneel down and shout out what I just said."

"What if I don’t kneel?"

How could Dao Wuming possibly honor a promise over such a matter? The only reason he had agreed was that he believed he could win.

Now that he had lost, he was sure to renege on the bet.

"Kneel down!"

Suddenly, behind Ling Xiao, a huge Ghost Eye appeared, its blood-red gaze focusing on Dao Wuming.

Dao Wuming had no power to resist and knelt down dazedly on the spot, then began to shout according to Ling Xiao’s command.

"Heavenly King Sect is shameless, not as good as the Moon Hua Sect!"

The onlookers were stunned; they thought there would be a great battle between the two. They didn’t expect Dao Wuming to surrender so easily.

Ling Xiao’s manipulation of his Soul Power was now so ingenious that it went unnoticed by others. Even his Ghost Eye Martial Spirit, if he didn’t want it to be seen, it remained unseen.

Therefore, in the eyes of the crowd, Dao Wuming seemed to have been intimidated by Ling Xiao, which was somewhat baffling.

Only Li Xuefeng gritted his teeth, with one hand already gripping the steel saber at his waist.

"Good lad, I really underestimated you, to think that you know how to wield Soul Power, but my Saber Intent is invincible. Your Soul Power is ineffective against me!"

Li Xuefeng took a deep breath and turned to walk towards the Martial Arts Festival grounds.

...

Ling Xiao and the others had actually arrived quite early.

After they left, a stream of hotshot young talents came in succession to try their hand at the copper pillars.

"Did you see that scene just now? The Mysterious Fire Sect truly lives up to its reputation. Liu Taiyin’s combat strength has reached ninety-eight lamps, far surpassing that of Li Xuefeng!"

"Isn’t that obvious? Liu Taiyin was one of the Six Young Masters of the Holy Dynasty in the last session."

"Being disciples of the same Mysterious Fire Sect, Hong Sanwei’s performance outshone Liu Taiyin, reaching the brightness of ninety-nine lamps!"

"These two are terrifying. Last time, the Mysterious Fire Sect occupied two seats among the Six Young Masters of Holy Dynasty. This time, they are likely to go even further."

Upon hearing these discussions, smiles appeared on the faces of Liu Taiyin and Hong Sanwei. The pressure on them had been tremendous lately, and with a continual surge of young talents, their advantage was not as significant as in the previous session.

...

After they left, several more highly sought-after young talents took the test.

"Each one is more impressive than the last! Qin Bi Xue of the Blood Saber Sect also lit up ninety-nine lamps!"

"That’s not surprising. Jian Wuji, one of the last session’s Six Young Masters of the Holy Dynasty, also reached the level of ninety-nine lamps."

"Dai Yaoling from the Spiritual Medicine Manor, though just a girl, is so formidable; one cannot help but admire her."

"It’s terrifying. This session’s finals of the Martial Arts Festival will be full of talent, a gathering of stars. These individuals will certainly become the hope of Heavenly Dragon Continent in the future."

"Generally speaking, there isn’t much difference in strength for those who light up more than ninety lamps, unless one lights up a hundred. That’s a fearsome breakthrough."

"I wonder how those who ranked in the top three last session are doing."

"Look, Joshua Long from the Divine Sword Sect scored ninety-eight lamps!"

"Bai Qianjiao got ninety-nine lamps!"

"Oh my, Hong Li from the Jade Water Divine Palace is even more terrifying, casually striking and scoring one hundred golden lamps!"

"Impossible, could Hong Li be even better than her senior sister Bai Qianjiao?"

"Nothing’s impossible. Mo Wu Shang also tested just now, and he too scored one hundred golden lamps; these are currently the two strongest participants!"

"Both having one hundred golden lamps, it seems that this time Hong Li may replace her senior sister’s position."

"What about the Holy Son? Hasn’t the Holy Son been tested yet?"

"Haven’t heard anything yet; he hasn’t even shown up."

"The competition is about to begin, I wonder if we’ll have the chance to see the Holy Son perform a test beforehand."

...

"Here he comes! The Holy Son has arrived!"

Down the grand avenue, a white horse sauntered in, ridden by none other than the Holy Son Victoria Mingkong.

Next to the Holy Son was Feng Yaorao.

The two women, one aloof and cold, the other enchanting and charming, were both beauties of extraordinary allure.

Anyone who saw them would take a few more glances.

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