I Become a Martial Arts God in the Chaotic Demon World-Chapter 328 Ding Yi

The Weapon Casting Conference almost represented the quality level of the young generation in the Martial World of Southern Mountain.

Han Zheng watched as the martial artists on stage exchanged blows and quietly made a rough estimate, deeming that the disciples from the top sects like the Five Families and Seven Sects were stronger.

Of course, there were also some skilled hands among the smaller sects or independent practitioners, but they were very rare.

The main purpose of the ten-person free-for-all battles was to select the strong ones from among these smaller sects and independents.

The Five Families and Seven Sects, as well as the Demon Cleansing Bureau, didn't need to go through such trouble, as they had already made their selections within their own ranks.

And indeed, the quality of these disciples from the large sects was extremely high, with hardly any mediocre ones among them.

Inside the Demon Cleansing Bureau, only Ye Liuyun, Si Xingyan, and a few others could be compared with them.

The free-for-all on the platform was incredibly intense and fast-paced.

This kind of chaotic competition did not allow for holding back or probing; nearly everyone was fighting with full strength, so a round could end very quickly.

Moreover, Han Zheng noticed that although Cen Xingzi seemed to be calling out numbers at random, he had actually memorized the numbers of the elite disciples from the major sects to avoid letting them encounter each other in the melee.

Su Wuming had to fight before Han Zheng.

His opponents were almost all independent practitioners or disciples from small sects.

During this time, Han Zheng had gained a great reputation in Qianjiang Prefecture, and so had Su Wuming.

Someone had even given him the nickname '"Cold-faced Spear"'.

Because he was always expressionless, but his attacks were merciless, fierce, and resolute.

The people in the group with Su Wuming exchanged glances and, without prior agreement, instead of attacking each other, all attacked Su Wuming simultaneously.

Without defeating Su Wuming, none of them had a chance of winning!

But Su Wuming merely swept his spear horizontally and repelled all nine martial artists in one stroke.

Perceiving Su Wuming's strength, these people made a decisive decision and immediately chose to forfeit.

What a joke? Nine people ganging up on one and not even able to withstand a single move.

If it came down to one-on-one combat, they even doubted if they could survive a single thrust from Su Wuming's spear!

After Su Wuming stepped down from the ring, it was two more rounds before it was Han Zheng's turn to fight.

However, when it came to Han Zheng's turn, all nine people on his platform chose to forfeit immediately, not even attempting to test him.

These people had all witnessed Han Zheng's formidable prowess during his fierce battle with Sima Chengzong.

That was a Quasi-Master in the late stages of the Dan Sea Realm, yet Sima Chengzong was shot dead by an arrow from Han Zheng.

Even without using his powerful Stealing Heaven Bow, Han Zheng's own strength was extremely astonishing, a real force to be reckoned with in the Dan Sea Realm.

Such a huge disparity was simply unwinnable; testing would have been nothing short of self-humiliation.

Seeing Han Zheng win without a fight, everyone present locked their gazes on Han Zheng, showing various looks of inquiry, evaluation, wariness, and hostility.

It was important to note that out of so many matches, Han Zheng was the first martial artist who had managed to scare off the other competitors without even moving a hand.

His overwhelming strength was nothing short of terrifying.

Han Zheng walked off the platform indifferently.

Not fighting suited him just fine; it saved energy.

The remaining matches were somewhat unremarkable.

The first round of platform competition was only for the selection of the strong, so the results were almost always one-sided.

Following Han Zheng's victorious stance without fighting, when Xiao Qiushui, the heir of the Xiao Family, took the stage, his opponents also directly chose to forfeit.

In fact, Shen Congyun of the Tiangang Sect also had this sort of imposing strength.

The Gang Skills of the Tiangang Sect were renowned throughout the Martial World, and Shen Congyun had mastered three of the Tiangang Sect's Four Great Gang Skills, making his presence in the Xuan Gang Realm extremely formidable.

However, one of his opponents, a disciple from a small sect, had once been humiliated by Shen Conghai and had harbored deep hatred for him.

Now facing Shen Congyun, even knowing he was no match, the disciple still chose to strike, if only for a mouthful of pride and to prevent Shen Congyun from attaining the same overwhelming reputation as Han Zheng and Xiao Qiushui.

By the time the last ten people stepped onto the platform, almost all the disciples from the large sects of the Five Families and Seven Sects had advanced, leaving behind mostly lesser-known independents.

At that moment, Han Zheng suddenly let out a light 'huh'.

He sensed an astonishing Sword Qi on one of the Independent Practitioners.

That Sword Qi was hidden incredibly deeply, as if the sharp edge of a treasured sword was sheathed.

The other party wore simple blue garments, with a long sword at his waist, and his appearance was so strikingly beautiful it verged on the eerie, almost androgynous.

At this moment, the other contestants on the stage were either nervous or brimming with fighting spirit.

Merely winning this round and advancing to the second would mean they could compete one-on-one with top-tier talents from the Five Families and Seven Sects.

Even without regard to victory or defeat, simply standing on the stage would suffice to make their names known throughout the Southern Mountain.

Therefore, everyone took this round extremely seriously, except for the young man, who seemed languid, even yawning.

"Say, everyone, let's make this quick, how about you all just concede?" he said, directing a pleasant smile at the other nine.

As soon as these words were spoken, the other nine looked at him as if he were an idiot.

Someone scoffed, "Do you think you're Han Zheng or Xiao Qiushui? You want to just move on to the next round? Why don't you look in the 'piss-pot' and see what you really are!"

The young man shook his head slightly, "Tsk, such unpleasant things you say. I'm just thinking of your well-being. If my sword leaves its sheath, and you get hurt, that wouldn't be good."

"Ha ha ha!"

A roar of laughter erupted from the crowd.

"You, with such a pretty face, think you can injure us? I think your sword should not showcase its talents here but rather on the bed of some wealthy widow, ha ha ha!"

The young man did not get angry but smiled nonchalantly and suddenly drew the long sword from his waist.

The next moment, a blinding flash of the sword light dazzled everyone's eyes.

When the sword light faded, the scene was a mess of severed limbs and dismembered bodies!

Almost none of the nine were left whole, though none were dead, they were all seriously injured by that one sword strike, with several becoming disabled due to missing arms and legs.

Such a ferocious and powerful strike left every spectator changing their expression.

Those nine were also existences of the Xuan Gang Realm; to inflict serious injuries on nine with a single strike, his strength could at least compare with top fighters like Han Zheng and Xiao Qiushui.

As if Han Zheng and Su Wuming weren't unexpected variables already in this Weapon Casting Conference, now there was another powerful and mysterious young man added to the mix.

Who the final victor would be, the crowd truly could no longer see through.

Cen Xingzi frowned at the sight of the bloody competition stage.

It was inevitable for people to get injured during the first round melee.

But none had been as severe as this one.

Almost half of those nine were disabled, and the rest were also seriously injured.

Yet Cen Xingzi found he couldn't really fault the young man.

The Weapon Casting Conference is a competition, hence combat to the death is prohibited.

If the juniors on stage truly got fired up and started dealing lethal blows, the elders surrounding them would intervene.

Though the young man struck fiercely, he did not kill, thus conforming to the rules.

Moreover, he had previously suggested that the others concede unless they wanted to risk injury.

Those people treated his words as nothing but arrogance, so strictly speaking, they brought it upon themselves.

Thus Cen Xingzi couldn't even reproach the other party for his ruthless actions.

After a moment of silence, Cen Xingzi spoke up, "This round's winner is Ding Yi. However, the Weapon Casting Conference is about competing; everyone would do well to just determine the victor and not sour relationships."

The Weapon Casting Conference was meant to collect the Martial Aura for forging weapons, not the Blood Slaughter Aura.

The stage being so blood-soaked could indeed affect the weapon forging.

Ding Yi shrugged his shoulders, with an innocent expression, "That's what I thought too, but they just wouldn't surrender, and I couldn't do anything about it."

Cen Xingzi couldn't be bothered to argue with him and, after asking him to leave the stage, had some of the Refining Blade Disciples clean up the mess before preparing for the next round. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

The others present also whispered among themselves, asking if anyone recognized Ding Yi.

But after inquiring amongst themselves, they turned up nothing, as if Ding Yi had suddenly popped out of a crack in a rock.

With such formidable strength, and a name that was exceedingly unique—it seemed there couldn't be a simpler name in the world.