MTL - Fantasy: My Skills Can Be Upgraded Infinitely

 After a long time, Bai Haocang's breath converged and he slowly opened his eyes.

Sharp and terrifying sword energy burst out from his eyes and flew dozens of meters in the void before dissipating.

 “It is still impossible to reach the point where one thought can bring forth thousands of swords and one thought can destroy thousands of swords.”

Baihaocang sighed secretly, and then said calmly:

"Come in!"

A deacon in blue walked in with his head lowered, stopped ten meters away from Bai Haocang, bowed and said:

 “Sect Master, there is an urgent message.”

 As he spoke, he held out an envelope with both hands.

As soon as Bai Haocang raised his hand, the envelope flew up automatically and fell into his palm.

 Open the letter and read it carefully.

 “Jiang Heng? Jiang Wenjing’s son?”

“In the physical realm, kill a strong man above the sixth level of the true energy realm head-on?”

“As expected, the tiger father has no dog son. Please pass on the order. In this competition between the Eighth Peak’s outer disciples, the reward for the champion will be increased tenfold.”

 Young deacons bowed their heads and responded accordingly.

Bai Haocang pondered for a moment and continued:

“Also, please invite core elder Sun Feiyu to come over.”

"yes!"

 The young man bowed and retreated.

 …

 “The patriarch wants to see me?”

 Inside the main hall.

Elder Sun glanced at the deacon who came to deliver the order and nodded calmly.

 Then he waved his hand, and a golden long sword flew into the air and floated in front of him.

Elder Sun jumped slightly, stood on the sword blade, and his body turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the sky.

 The majestic and majestic mountain peaks flashed past our feet.

 After a while, Elder Sun landed outside the sect leader's training hall.

 The golden long sword automatically flew to the back and returned to the scabbard.

Elder Sun stepped into the hall and looked at Bai Haocang with his eyes closed slightly on the futon.

“Sect Master, I heard that you are looking for me?”

 “That’s right!”

 Bai Haocang opened his eyes, his gaze calm and indifferent.

“Jiang Wenjing’s son is already an outer disciple at this time, and he is emerging and showing amazing talent. Have you heard about it?”

Elder Sun was slightly surprised.

"Really? Isn't he a waste? Even joining the clan as a handyman was only done for Jiang Wenjing's sake."

Bai Haocang looked at him calmly.

"It is also appropriate to give preferential treatment to the family members of the sect. In addition, I called you here today to remind you."

“The hatred between you and Jiang Wenjing has been completely revealed, do you understand?”

Hearing this, Elder Sun's face darkened and he looked at Bai Haocang coldly.

 “What does the sect master mean by this?”

Bai Haocang looked at him and did not answer. Instead, he shook his head in disappointment.

"Senior brother for so many years, I know your temperament very well. Today I just want to remind you that Jiang Heng is the seed of the sect. If there is an accident, no one can escape."

 “Remember, don’t make a mistake!”

Elder Sun looked gloomy and said nothing.

 Then he turned around and flew away with his sword.

 …

 Early the next morning.

 At the outer gate square.

 There are huge crowds of people, noisy and noisy.

In the middle of the square, on a huge arena with a radius of 100 meters, Su Qinghe, dressed in white clothes, said loudly:

 “Everyone!”

 Everyone immediately fell silent.

 “Let me talk about the scoring rules first.”

"The winner gets one point, the loser loses one point. There is no winner for ten minutes. It is considered a tie and neither side scores points."

“The top fifty disciples come on stage to draw lots!”

As soon as the words fell, Jiang Heng and the other 50 people immediately walked onto the ring, and under the guidance of the handyman who came up, the drawing of lots began.

Besides, a deacon kept counting votes.

 “Shi Chengshuang, No. 22!”

 “Le Huiyun, No. 13!”

 “Jiang Heng, No. 6!”

 “Qi Peng, No. 5!”

 …

 “Exciting! Jiang Heng and Qi Peng met in the first round!”

"Qi Peng is so unlucky! He was seriously injured in the first stage of the trial. I heard that he could recover after taking a small pill. But now, in the second stage of the arena competition, he ran into the invincible Jiang from the beginning. Constant."

“If he wants to get good results, Qi Peng has no choice but to admit defeat. Otherwise, if he is injured by Jiang Heng, it will be difficult to deal with it next time.”

 At this moment.

 In the eyes of most outer disciples, Jiang Heng is already the absolute number one.

Even those who had previously sworn that Qi Peng could defend the championship suddenly changed their minds when they learned from Su Qinghe that Jiang Heng killed the Zhenqi warrior.

 In everyone’s eyes.

 In this sect competition, there is no longer any suspense for the winner.

 What everyone wants to see is just the competition for other rankings.

 And, Jiang Heng’s sweeping style!

 Among the crowd, Qi Peng was holding a wooden sign with 'No. 5' written on it, and his face was ugly.

 He has clearly realized that he is by no means Jiang Heng's opponent.

 Before, he had also thought about what he would do if he faced Jiang Heng?

beat?

 Humiliating yourself! If he is injured, it may affect his subsequent performance.

 Admit defeat?

 If you think about it rationally, this is indeed the best choice. After all, everyone knows Jiang Heng's terrifying strength, and it is not shameful to admit defeat.

"Alas! Just admit defeat! The difference in strength is indeed too big, so as not to humiliate yourself."

 Qi Peng sighed secretly and had some calculations in his mind.

“No. 1 Diao Gaoyuan, No. 2 Fu Yunhe, please come on stage!”

 Two young men jumped onto the ring and started fighting fiercely, with the sound of swords clashing constantly.

 In battles between warriors, the winner can often be decided in a very short time.

 After all, in the words of Jiang Heng's previous life, they are all masters of high attack and low defense, so they are naturally fast in fighting.

 It didn’t take long.

 The battles of the first two groups have been completed.

“No. 5 Qi Peng, No. 6 Jiang Heng, please come on stage!”

Jiang Heng jumped up, his eyes fell on Qi Peng in the audience, and sighed softly:

“A month ago, you and I agreed to meet in the decisive battle of the sect competition to decide the outcome.”

“I didn’t expect that we met so early. It’s God’s will!”

"Come on stage! Let me see what the so-called number one person in the outer sect is like!"

Qi Peng's face froze, and the word "admit defeat" that he was about to say was blocked in his mouth.

 He could clearly feel that the eyes of many people around him were on him.

  Or joking, or mocking.

　　The title of ‘the first person in the outer sect’ was something he was proud of before, even proud of.

 But now, the title that came out of Jiang Heng's mouth was like a sharp thorn, piercing deeply into his heart.

"What? The dignified leader of the outer sect, isn't it because he doesn't dare to go on stage?"

Jiang Heng’s mouth corners raised slightly, revealing a vague smile.

 Qi Peng clenched his fists and his face turned red.

 When you go on stage, you will definitely be humiliated and very likely to be injured, which will affect the subsequent competition.

If you do n’t go to the stage, you are crowded by words and stared at by countless teachers.

Nearly ten thousand people were on the field, almost completely silent, waiting for Qi Peng's reaction.

Beside the ring, Su Qinghe, who was standing with his hands behind his back, looked at Qi Peng, whose expression kept changing, shook his head slightly, and gave him a four-character evaluation in his heart.

 “The character is too bad.”