Martial Arrogance Dragon Soul-Chapter 221 - 211 Battle Begins

"Heh heh."

Lu Yuming still wore a disdainful smile.

He turned around and walked up to Qin De, where he picked up his own sign number from the bamboo tube.

Qin Qing returned to the distance, his eyes flickering, "Just now..."

Just now as Qin Qing passed by Lu Yuming, he sensed a different aura emanating from Lu Yuming than before.

Previously, because there hadn’t been any close contact with Lu Yuming.

So, Qin Qing thought that Lu Yuming was just a Martial Artist of the Divine Might Realm.

After all, Lu Yuming was a disciple of the Luochuan Institution, and if he had stepped into the Golden Core Realm, he would have to graduate from the Luochuan Institution.

This was also the rule of all the major Martial Institutes in the imperial city.

If one trained at the Martial Institute, they would automatically graduate after fifteen years of cultivation, regardless of the Cultivation Realm they reached, and could no longer stay as disciples within the institute.

Alternatively, if one cultivated to the Golden Core Realm, they must also end their status as disciples.

And reaching the Golden Core Realm meant one could become an elder of the Martial Arts Academy.

After all, there were very few disciples who managed to cultivate to the Golden Core Realm.

The vast majority of disciples are still in the Divine Might Realm or even the Soul Refinement Realm after fifteen years of cultivation.

Of course, some disciples chose to leave the Martial Institute to seek jobs or go out to gain experience and fight before the fifteen years are up, even though they had not yet cultivated to the Golden Core Realm.

"Lu Yuming is clearly in the Golden Core Realm... but he must be cultivating some kind of technique that conceals his aura."

Thanks to his powerful Dragon Soul lineage, Qin Qing possessed unparalleled perception.

That’s how he was able to sense that Lu Yuming was indeed at the Cultivation of the Golden Core Realm.

"No wonder he is so confident."

"Moreover, Lu Yuming’s strength should be incomparable to an ordinary early-stage Golden Core Realm Martial Artist. Since he and Lu Yu’an are brothers and both come from the Lu Family, he must have other trump cards that others cannot match."

Qin Qing thought to himself, it seems that he must be cautious in dealing with Lu Yuming.

At this moment, the thirty warriors on the battle platform had successively drawn their sign numbers.

Next, it was time to announce the sign numbers.

Qin Qing drew number nineteen.

Lu Yuming wanted to encounter Qin Qing in the first round, but he drew number twenty-four.

It was destined that they would not meet Qin Qing in the first round.

"Qin Qing, you’re lucky. You didn’t run into me but I hope you don’t perform too poorly in the first round, otherwise I won’t even be interested in fighting you..."

Lu Yuming returned to the group, and since he was the second name on the list of thirty, he stood next to Qin Qing.

Qin Qing glanced at him indifferently and did not reply.

The one facing Qin Qing in the first match was number twelve, named Guan Xing.

Guan Xing was the eleventh in the list of thirty, also a Golden Core Realm Martial Artist.

Being eleventh among the thirty meant his strength was also considerable.

Upon learning of Qin Qing’s sign number, Guan Xing’s gaze also turned toward Qin Qing.

Their gazes met in the air, and in an instant, a fierce fighting intent shone in Guan Xing’s eyes.

Guan Xing wore a bearskin coat, was tall, and had a robust aura, with a faintly burning heat emanating from him.

"Now, the fighting phase begins."

"The order of the matches will follow the sequence of the sign numbers. The first match, number one Zheng Hu faces number thirty Peng Qian!"

"The second match, number two Wang Xunlong against number twenty-nine Lin Song!"

"The third match, number three Du Yuan against Wei Wuyi."

"The three matches will take place simultaneously."

The matches started quickly. As the Great Qian battle platform was expansive, it was divided into three stages to conduct three matches at the same time. This greatly shortened the overall time of the qualifying elimination round.

The six Martial Artists quickly came to the three battle stages.

The battles erupted immediately.

Qin Qing remained at the third battle stage where Du Yuan faced Wei Wuyi.

Du Yuan had a Flying Sword suspended in his hand, signifying he was a Sword Cultivator.

Wei Wuyi, on the other hand, wielded a pair of blades.

"Heh!"

With a fierce shout from Wei Wuyi, he immediately charged into action.

"What incredible speed!"

Qin Qing’s gaze sharpened.

This Wei Wuyi, ranked fifteenth in the list of thirty.

But his speed was so fast.

It seemed that the strength of these thirty was indeed remarkable, and there wasn’t a single weak one among them.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

Wei Wuyi soon launched his offensive.

His double blades kept chopping, sharp and swift, with the blade light flickering like dense, falling snow.

"He’s pretty good," Jiang Ruorong also couldn’t help but say.

Just over twenty or so exchanges later, Wei Wuyi had already gained the upper hand.

His double blades were like two bolts of lightning, not giving Du Yuan a chance to catch his breath.

"Sister, who do you think will win between those two?" Jiang Ruorong asked.

"It’s hard to say... but I’m leaning more towards Du Yuan!" Qin Qing said.

"Right, I also favor Du Yuan," Qiao Chong smiled and nodded his head.

"Hmm..." Jiang Ruorong nodded, "My thoughts are the same as yours."

Jiang Ruorong’s strength was actually not weak; she was considered one of the best among the disciples of the Great Qian Martial Institute.

However, because Jiang Ruorong was still young, about the same age as Qin Qing or just under a year older.

And among these Martial Artists participating in the Spring Hunting Qualification, except for a few like Qin Qing and Lu Yuming, most were around thirty years old.

Another reason was that Jiang Ruorong was not fully pushing her Cultivation Realm this year, spending more time cultivating the innate Divine Skills brought by her unique Martial Soul.

But once the time was ripe, Jiang Ruorong’s Cultivation would surely soar, and with the strong backing of resources behind her, it was clear that her strength would soon be beyond current measure.

Of course, most people did not know this.

Because very few people truly knew Jiang Ruorong’s background.

Even members of the Great Qian Royal Family like Qin De and Qin Zheng were completely unaware of Jiang Ruorong’s origins.

They could only speculate that behind Jiang Ruorong, there must be a powerful force, otherwise it would not be possible for a fearsome Nascent Soul Ancestor to be constantly protecting her in close quarters.

But they couldn’t link Jiang Ruorong with an ancient family like the Honggu.

After all, such a background was simply too terrifying.

To put it bluntly, if an ancient family wanted to move against a place like the Great Qian Dynasty, they could do it with the flick of a finger, or rather, without even needing to do that, just by blowing a breath, they could reduce such a dynasty to ashes in an instant!

If these people knew Jiang Ruorong’s true background, they would likely treat her in a completely different manner.

As for Jiang Ruorong herself, she also did not wish to reveal her identity, so as to avoid bringing unnecessary trouble.

On one hand, the ancient family had its own adversaries.

Their opponents were also powerful families or some ancient Primordial Sects; if these forces intended to act against the Jiang Family, they would pose a threat to Jiang Ruorong’s safety just the same.

Therefore, the Jiang Family had only arranged for a Martial Ancestor of the Nascent Soul Realm to protect Jiang Ruorong, in order to avoid being too conspicuous.

The Jiang Family also did not want Jiang Ruorong to expose her own identity.

"Boom!"

At that moment,

sudden intense fluctuations of spiritual energy were transmitted from the stage.

At the same time, a burst of violent Soul Power suddenly spread out.

The Martial Soul of Wei Wuyi could be seen manifesting.

His Martial Soul was none other than the Crimson Flame Tiger.

"Huff huff!"

Flames interwove, blazing fiercely.

And with that, flames began to burn on the blade of Wei Wuyi’s sword as well.

Wei Wuyi’s offensive became even more fierce!

"Roar!" the Martial Soul Crimson Flame Tiger roared, sending ripples through the air in waves.

He leaped up violently, his twin blades harshly chopping down towards Du Yuan.

"Crash!"

The twin blades, aflame with fire, slashed with such force that they seemed to tear the air apart.

Du Yuan’s face involuntarily showed a hint of solemnity.

He hurriedly summoned back his Flying Sword and raised it in defense.

"Bang!"

Wei Wuyi’s twin blades struck directly on Du Yuan’s sword.

Suddenly, spiritual power exploded, and sparks flew in all directions.

Du Yuan was sent flying, crashing heavily on the battle platform, with even a trace of crimson blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

"Is Du Yuan going to be defeated?"

An incredulous voice was heard.

But in that instant, the fallen Du Yuan flipped back on his feet.

His Martial Soul manifested along with him!

Golden Falcon!

Du Yuan’s Martial Soul was none other than a Golden Falcon!

Amongst the hawk-type ferocious beasts, the Golden Falcon was extremely formidable.

As soon as Du Yuan’s Martial Soul materialized, layers of golden radiance began to ripple out.

The pure gold Golden Falcon resembled a statue crafted out of solid gold, yet it looked lifelike.

As the Golden Falcon materialized, it spread its wings in the air, its feathers shining as though made of red gold, its falcon eyes sharp, and its piercing cries made one’s eardrums tremble.

Wei Wuyi’s expression changed slightly.

In reality, the battle had gradually become clear up to this point.

Although Wei Wuyi seemed to have the upper hand at first, apart from that one strike, he didn’t really have an absolute advantage.

Du Yuan had been in a defensive position all along, but every single move and style of Wei Wuyi had been flawlessly defended by him.

The reason he had been sent flying just now was because his Martial Soul had not yet materialized.

But now, with both their Martial Souls manifested, Du Yuan’s momentum was no longer any less than his opponent’s.

Furthermore, the Golden Falcon was a Sixth Rank Martial Soul, ranking two levels higher than the Crimson Flame Tiger in terms of grade.

"No-Mark Sword!"

Du Yuan let out a low roar, his body alight with golden brilliance. His Martial Soul, the Golden Falcon, flapped its wings, its eyes sharp, emitting two beams of golden light.

At the same time, Du Yuan’s Flying Sword shot out, with the two beams of light from the falcon’s eyes merging onto the Flying Sword.

"Buzz buzz..."

In that instant, the air trembled violently.

And Du Yuan’s Flying Sword seemed to vanish into thin air, leaving behind only a dazzling streak of golden light.

Wei Wuyi’s face grew even more solemn as spiritual power surged to its peak on his body.

"Kill!"

He shouted loudly; violent Blade Qi erupted from his twin swords, forming two silver-white Flood Dragons.

The two Flood Dragons joined together, creating a twin dragon emerging from the sea formation!

"Boom!"

The brilliant golden sword light collided fiercely with the blade light, the wild spiritual power shaking violently towards all directions.

The entire Great Qian battle platform trembled violently, and for a moment, countless Spiritual Patterns faintly emerged.

And in the next moment,

the violent shock force directly sent Wei Wuyi flying.

He coughed up blood profusely, his body covered with numerous sword wounds.

Wei Wuyi, defeated!

As for the other two platforms, the battles also came to an end one after another.

The winners of these three matches were Wei Wuyi, Peng Qian, and Lin Song respectively.

After the first round of battles ended, it was immediately time for the second round; on the third platform of the second round, it was contestant number twelve versus contestant number nineteen.

This meant that Qin Qing was about to go on stage.

Qin Qing had not yet stepped onto the platform, and Guan Xing had already taken the lead.

Guan Xing stood on the platform and shouted at Qin Qing, "Qin Qing, hurry up and fight me on the stage, let me see if you, the number one disciple of the Great Qian Martial Institute, are worthy of the name!"

In an instant, everyone’s gaze fell on Qin Qing.