Chapter 385: Advancement

"Ah!" The foreign Wizard across from them paled and screamed in agony.

They wanted to dodge, but it was too late. Chu Wushuang’s Sword Skill was too fast, arriving in an instant.

PFFT!

One of them was run through the chest, the longsword piercing straight through as fresh blood sprayed out.

At that moment, Chu Wushuang felt the watch on his wrist vibrate.

He glanced down and saw a number appear: 1.

Over on Chu Wuqing’s side, he had also killed a foreign Wizard, and a "1" appeared on his watch as well.

One kill, one point!

"Yes, not bad at all," Chu Feng said with a smile. He rather approved of Chu Wushuang’s actions just now.

’Very decisive, with no hesitation whatsoever.’

"Hahaha, that boy Chu Wushuang has quite a bit of real combat experience. He was previously assigned to the borderlands for a period of training, so his composure now has a lot to do with the experience he gained back then," Chu Tianshan said with a laugh.

"Mm, he is indeed a leader among the younger generation. If nurtured properly, his potential will be immense," Chu Feng also said with a nod.

’As long as I don’t compare him to myself, this Chu Wushuang is actually quite impressive.’

In truth, Chu Wushuang had been both lucky and successful in dispatching his opponent.

But the Cultivators in other areas weren’t having such an easy time. Many were killed before they even saw their opponents.

Although these people were prisoners of war, they were all skilled. They had many lives on their hands, and their combat experience far surpassed that of many disciples from the various Sects.

Moreover, they had been imprisoned here for a long time and were very familiar with the surrounding environment.

These were vicious criminals to begin with, arrogant and defiant. When it came to killing, they showed not the slightest mercy.

They were a pack of cold-blooded creatures who killed as if it were nothing.

By the same token, when the Cultivators from the Major Sects took action, they were terrifyingly powerful.

Bai Xue led the disciples of the Celestial Sword Sect on a rampage.

No matter how strong their opponents were, they charged right in. If they couldn’t win one-on-one, they ganged up on them.

In fact, they had already understood the rules of the competition before entering: to select the top five hundred.

It was simply a matter of who had the highest score.

Choosing roughly one-fifth of the more than two thousand participants—the pressure was immense.

The more points one had, the more secure their ranking would naturally be.

Therefore, when the disciples of these Major Sects killed the prisoners of war, they were incredibly swift, not slow in the slightest.

However, the Chu Family was indeed falling a bit behind.

Compared to the others, they couldn’t compete in terms of either strength or numbers.

When the first day was over, about two hundred disciples from the various Sects and Martial Arts Families had died.

This was far fewer than in the first round of selections. After all, those who made it this far were all very strong; only a small fraction had gotten through by luck.

Once the second day arrived, the disciples of the various Sects all found their rhythm. On this day, many prisoners of war died.

But not many disciples from the Major Sects died, only about a hundred.

However, the competition was also gradually growing more intense.

Among the prisoners of war, very few were truly powerful—only a handful.

And even the powerful ones could easily be surrounded and killed.

Thus, by the end of the fourth day, none of the more than four thousand prisoners of war were left.

Across all the Sects combined, just over four hundred disciples had died—not quite five hundred.

When time was up, the competition within the grounds also came to an end.

A voice announcing the end of the competition sounded from everyone’s electronic watches, instructing them to proceed to the gate in an orderly fashion.

Everything was controlled by the Western Celestial King’s military system, which would select the top five hundred based on their point rankings.

"Chu Wushuang advanced! He’s ranked 484th with a total of seventeen points!" Su Miaoke said, spotting Chu Wushuang on the screen.

"Mm, for someone at his Qi Cultivation Mid-stage Realm to make it into the top five hundred is already quite good," Chu Feng said.

After all, the competition this time far surpassed any previous Martial Arts Grand Ceremony.

Chu Feng also noticed the disciples from Blood Blade Manor. Those few had a particularly strange way of dressing, and two of them had entered the top twenty.

Although not at the very top, it was still terrifyingly impressive.

As for the first-place winner, Chu Feng found it a bit surprising; he didn’t know which Sect they were from.

The one in second place was a woman.

Bai Xue was ranked twenty-fifth.

The successor of the Celestial Sword Sect didn’t even make it into the top twenty. This shocked many people, and they sighed in disappointment.

One had to remember, this was only the second round of the regional qualifiers, not even the finals.

Back in the day, when Bai Han participated in the Martial Arts Grand Ceremony, he had fought his way into the top ten. Now, comparing Bai Xue to him, the gap was quite large.

At this time, all the participating disciples from the various Major Sects had arrived at the gate.

In truth, they could already see their own points and rankings on their watches.

"Brother Wushuang, you made it to the next round!" Chu Wuqing exclaimed excitedly, looking at the ranking on his watch.