Nine Revolutions Star Transformation-Chapter 457 - 471: The Competition Begins

The people from various sects stood at the edge of the arena, waiting for the drawing of lots to begin. Lin Feng glanced at the disciples from the nineteen sects that had assembled and said to the Green Frost Sect disciples beside him, "Most of these people’s strength is between the Seventh and Eighth Layers of the Divine Martial Realm. As long as you don’t encounter experts from the Ninth Layer, there’s generally no major life-threatening danger.

Of course, if you’re unlucky enough to face a Ninth Layer expert, just admit defeat directly. Our Green Frost Sect cannot afford to lose your vital strength. Face is not important; what’s important is that I won’t blame you."

"Sect Leader, do you have the confidence to defeat these people? The Four Great Young Masters are extremely formidable, please be careful," one disciple said worriedly.

"You don’t need to worry about this. I haven’t considered these people a threat. Just pay attention to your own safety and don’t concern yourselves with anything else. Remember my words: preserving your life is what’s crucial," Lin Feng instructed.

For the Green Frost Sect to gradually grow stronger, core disciples are indispensable, including trusted aides. Although these four are not my trusted aides, they stepped up, showing they have courage.

At this moment, the Carefree Palace Master said, "There are a hundred sticks in total, numbered one to one hundred. Each person will draw one. The pairing rules are: Number one against number one hundred, number two against number ninety-nine... fifty against fifty-one.

During the match, regardless of life or death, only victory and defeat matter. If someone voluntarily admits defeat, the opponent must stop attacking. If anyone violates this, at best their qualification is canceled and the admitting side wins. At worst, their cultivation is abolished. Everyone must remember this; it also serves as protection for the weaker opponents."

If someone admits defeat and the opponent still tries to kill them, they will face punishment, whereas the admitting party advances. This punishment approach makes everyone happy, giving those who feared being killed some confidence.

Simultaneously, some minor sects afraid of causing great losses to their sect feel very regretful, but it’s too late to back out now.

Subsequently, each sect queued up to draw lots in front of the Carefree Palace Master. As Lin Feng drew his lot, he glanced at Ye Suping beside the Carefree Palace Master, and they exchanged a knowing look.

"Lin Feng, remember your promise to me; the Gloomy Spirit Spring is waiting for you," the Carefree Palace Master whispered.

After drawing his stick, Lin Feng didn’t say a word but gently tapped the Carefree Palace Master’s hand with the stick, indicating he understood.

Lin Feng drew number twenty-three, meaning he had to wait for twenty-two groups to finish before it was his turn. This was the most relaxed period, allowing him to observe others’ duels and gauge their strength.

After everyone drew their lots, they left the arena, leaving only one person from the Ten Major Sects. Each match divided into ten rounds, with each sect master responsible for five matches. The one staying on the platform this time was the Carefree Palace Master.

Following that, the person who drew number one and the one who drew number one hundred stepped onto the platform. Both looked grim; this was the sign of bad luck. With the Carefree Palace Master’s command, the two began their match.

At this moment, it was clear that this was no ordinary duel but a desperate fight. The two had similar strengths, making it hard to determine a winner, and the Sword Qi from their long swords crackled with energy collisions echoing endlessly. In the end, number one exchanged injuries for his life, slaying his opponent.

Although he won, he lost the qualification to continue, and now heavily injured, it was truly not worth it.

Lin Feng was shocked watching this first match. He couldn’t understand why the rules of this duel insisted on a life-or-death outcome when everyone had similar strengths.

Slaying the opponent would definitely result in injury as well, thus losing the qualification to continue and possibly sparking conflict between the sects—a situation the Dark Divine Hall, always watching the Nine Major Sects, would take advantage of.

The second match began shortly after, featuring a minor sect member against one from the Nine Major Sects. Just as he intended to admit defeat at the last moment, his words caught in his throat due to the opponent’s swift attack, and he was slain.

After a dozen or so matches, only three groups admitted defeat immediately, two of which were because one faced the Saintess Rumeng and the other faced Young Master Lingxu Gu Xiaopeng. Another match ended with a mid-fight concession, leaving the arena stained with blood.

Everyone was amazed at how the arena could withstand the energy attacks from the elites of various major sects. All were experts of the Divine Martial Realm who could fight in the air, yet they insisted on a showdown in this arena.

The matches progressed quickly. As it went on, people became more cautious in their fights. Some conceded immediately after dodging a fierce strike, leaving their opponents no chance to kill them.

In a dramatic twist, two people simultaneously unleashed Martial Skills at each other, and both got knocked back by energy attacks before conceding, which led to a sect master canceling their qualifications.

The duels continued and soon it was Lin Feng’s turn. He held a rusted Cyan Frost Sword, about to face a core disciple from Mist Rain Pavilion, one of the Nine Major Sects. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

Lin Feng knew Mist Rain Pavilion and Celestial Fragrance Pavilion were mortal enemies, and eliminating an enemy for Celestial Fragrance Pavilion would certainly please Ye Suping.

The two stepped to the center of the arena, with the Sect Master of Holy Sword Sect presiding. He was familiar with the Mist Rain Pavilion disciple, Hu Xiaofei, the Master of Mist Rain Pavilion’s favored senior disciple who had reached the Ninth Layer of the Divine Martial Realm and nearly made the top four in the last sect matches, or else there would have been a change in the Four Great Young Masters.

On the other hand, Lin Feng was an unfamiliar face, coming from the Green Frost Sect. The Sect Master had never seen anyone like him in Green Frost Sect and felt a bit concerned.

"Young man, if you find it too challenging, just admit defeat. No one will laugh at you," the Sect Master of Holy Sword Sect advised.

"I know what to do, thank you for your kind advice!" Lin Feng replied with a smile.

The Mist Rain Pavilion disciple glanced at Lin Feng and said, "Since you’re not admitting defeat, prepare to die. Don’t concede halfway, or I’ll look down on you."

"Oh? And what if you concede halfway? I’d hate to lose an opponent before warming up properly; that’s no fun," Lin Feng retorted.

"Since you regard me so highly, I definitely won’t disappoint you."

With the Sect Master of Holy Sword Sect’s command, their duel formally began...

PS: Busy, and still busy. Grandma is much better, so I can finally be at ease now...