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The group was feeling quite bored, as if pressure and stress were nonexistent to them.
The disciples of Wulao Peak quickly formed a battle formation upon entering. However, they hardly had the chance to take action; their senior brother single-handedly swept away the beasts they encountered along the way with just one sword strike.
With each strike, there were no flashy techniques or dazzling sword lights; often, all that could be heard was the sound of the sword being drawn, and the beasts charging at them would already be lying dead on the ground.
"Damn it, another basic sword technique! This is so demoralizing!"
The disciples of Wulao Peak felt like crying; seeing basic techniques again was disheartening for those who had learned advanced combat skills. In the end, everyone pretended not to see it. Each time a beast fell, they would swarm in, and in an instant, the large body would be dismembered.
This was turning sorrow into strength.
Zuo Dao watched all of this with malicious thoughts.
"No wonder they brought so many people; it turns out they're just here to be porters."
Fortunately, the people from Wulao Peak were unaware of his thoughts; otherwise, they might have even wanted to kill Zuo Dao.
Before the competition began, each person had received a Jade Tablet. Its purpose was simple: to keep score.
Every time a beast was killed, a corresponding number would appear on the Jade Tablet. It couldn't be destroyed but could be taken. Two Jade Tablets could merge into one, accumulating scores.
In just a few days since entering, Yan Zhen's number on the Jade Tablet had already surpassed three digits: 107.
It wasn't that the beasts were weak; it was that Yan Zhen was too powerful. He could instantly kill beasts at the Refinement Stage with a single strike, and the same went for those at the Nurturing Origin Realm. These were beasts, not mere cats or dogs. Beasts of the same realm were definitely stronger than cultivators in terms of physical prowess. Under Yan Zhen's sword, they were utterly helpless.
As for points, the people from Zuo Wang Peak didn't care; it was just a number. The notion of making it into the Top Hundred and being selected for the six academies was nothing but clouds in their eyes. In Zuo Dao's words:
"We're just here for a picnic."
With changes to the competition rules, the task given to him by the Drunken Old Man had effectively been canceled, which made Zuo Dao quite happy. As a result, everyone enjoyed a feast; with so many beasts having been killed, most of them ended up in the stomachs of this group of gluttons.
Muzhu Yao was still shouting, demanding Zuo Dao to compensate her for her waist. Bian Yanhong's face had also taken on a baby fat look, and her gaze towards Zuo Dao was somewhat unfriendly. Zuo Dao felt more wronged than that girl from June Snow.
Purple Dragon also made a move; after all, they were from two different peaks, and he wasn't too concerned about the points. There was still plenty of time, and Sister Yao had Yan Zhen now, so all thoughts of missions flew out of her mind. However, he knew that her name would definitely appear in the Top Hundred. Don't ask why; he just had that conviction.
After some time passed, Yan Zhen stopped wielding his sword. He had always been straightforward, with only the sword in his hand being of any significance. Before Zuo Dao even entered the door, he had already begun practicing combat techniques. But once Zuo Dao entered and started training, he resolutely abandoned his previous combat techniques and chose to focus on basic swordsmanship like the best junior brother in this peak.
Yan Zhen's participation also influenced others; now the entire new generation of Zuo Wang Peak was practicing basic techniques. The Drunken Old Man saw this and didn't voice any opinions.
Yan Zhen's sword, Teng Chong's palm, Ping's legs, Yan Zi's fists, Yan Hong's fingers, and Zuo Dao's way—why Zuo Dao's way? Because they discovered that Zuo Dao's understanding of martial arts surpassed theirs.
Yan Zhen's sword was quick, precise, and deadly, always maximizing the effect of minimal effort.
"What use is a fast sword if it can't break through defenses? What use is great strength if it can't deliver several strikes?"
The words of his junior brother echoed in his mind.
Yan Zhao worked hard and was very practical. If something didn't work, he would change it.
Yan Zhen's sword was forged in the wind, rain, thunder, and dire situations.
The sword was an ordinary dark steel blade but could display the effects of a divine weapon in his hands.
He stopped because he sensed a faint feeling of threat coming from ahead.
His sword trembled in his hand—not out of fear but out of desire.
Zuo Dao and the others also noticed that the enemy was formidable and numerous. Within a mile radius, there were surprisingly no beasts to be found.
In fact, since entering this place, Zuo Dao had sensed that something was off. The frequency of beast appearances was too high. They had encountered nearly four or five hundred beasts in these seven encounters. The presence of so many beasts in this area was highly abnormal.
Zuo Dao estimated that other teams were likely experiencing similar situations. As they traveled along the way, the levels of the beasts they encountered were also increasing. Just yesterday, seventh-tier beasts had begun to appear. Seventh-tier beasts were equivalent to cultivators at the second level of Nurturing Origin Realm.
The frequent appearance of the demon beasts left Zuo Dao puzzled. Coupled with the sudden changes in the competition format, including the recruitment from the Six Academies, he couldn't shake off his doubts. With so many unusual events happening at once, he wouldn't believe it was all coincidental, even if someone were to beat him to death.
However, this was not the time for deep contemplation. Ahead, his senior brother had already engaged the demon beasts.
Yan Zhen led the charge with a sword, followed closely by Teng Chong, Ping, and Purple Dragon. Muzhu Yao, Yan Zi, and Yan Hong remained in the back, ready to provide support at any moment.
The battle formation composed of disciples from Wulao Peak moved around, encircling and slaughtering the demon beasts.
There were about a hundred demon beasts in this group, all at least level four. Leading them was a Rhinoceros Beast, known as a Half-Step Demon King, which was part of a herd of Triceratops Rhinos.
Yan Zhen and the others' advance was halted; after all, these demon beasts were physically formidable, especially the Triceratops Rhinos known for their strong defenses.
Every strike from Yan Zhen inflicted some damage on the herd, and the others maximized that damage. With each attack, Yan Zhen would change his position to avoid being surrounded by the rhinos.
Zuo Dao certainly couldn't fall behind. With a loud roar, he drew his blade and charged into the herd alone. The disciples from Zuo Wang Peak were unfazed by this behavior, but it terrified those from Wulao Peak, especially Muzhu Yao; she practically viewed Zuo Dao as her own younger brother.
Just as she was about to take action herself.
"Let him go; don't worry about him," Yan Zhen's calm voice rang in her ears.
At that moment, Zuo Dao felt exhilarated. He had hardly been involved in recent days; now he could finally unleash his full potential in battle.
With a clear target in mind, he charged straight at the Half-Step Demon King Triceratops Rhino. Along the way, any rhinos that tried to intercept him were swiftly dismantled. Mastery is not just about having techniques; it also requires intent.
He quickly analyzed their weaknesses and used Sword Dance to break through their defenses. It seemed simple enough, but few could actually achieve it. Zuo Dao was one of them.
Blood splattered everywhere as Zuo Dao showed no signs of discomfort. If Zuo Dao in a training state was wild and reckless, then Zuo Dao in battle was bloodthirsty; what happened afterward was not something he needed to consider.
Facing high-level opponents of his own realm head-on, Zuo Dao felt an exhilarating rush as if he had been injected with adrenaline, charging towards his foes with a fierce battle cry.
Meanwhile, Yan Zhen and the others continued their relentless assault on the herd of Triceratops Rhinos without paying any mind to Zuo Dao.
As Zuo Dao charged forward, Triceratops Rhino—Bull Fury was enraged. He had thought that a few powerful strikes would wipe out this team completely, and then he could return to boast with Bull Lizard and Earth King Serpent. On the way here, he had seen countless cultivators turned into mush beneath their feet—at least a hundred. He never expected this team to be so formidable.
Deep within the territory, the "Emperor" had declared that whoever accumulated the most kill points during this hunt would gain access to the inner sanctum for cultivation. That was a sacred place, the dwelling of the "Emperor."
If it weren't for the fact that only spirit beast-level and below were allowed to participate this time, he would never have had such an opportunity.
Anyone daring to block his path toward a higher Realm would be trampled into the ground.
"Human, you're seeking death."
To his surprise, the human spoke back, which amused Zuo Dao. He unleashed his Sword Dance.
Clang, clang, clang!
Countless sparks erupted from Bull Fury's body.
"Damn it, this rhino hide is tough."
He hadn't even inflicted any injuries; the defense was absurdly strong. It seemed that in the future, such laborious tasks should be left to the senior brother.
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