Apocalypse: The Primordial Pearl Recognizes Its Master, Starting with Infinite Space

The number of independent cultivators was too large, and the fact that Zuo Qianqiu and Lin Chen, one old and one young, were clearly holding back meant that their enthusiasm for participating in the battle remained high.

Round after round of matches took place on stage, while the line of people waiting in the audience grew longer and longer, as no one wanted to miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Another ten days passed in this battle.

After more than two hundred actual battles, Lin Chen's sword skills became completely solidified in actual combat. The fighting methods of the rogue cultivators also gradually became homogenized, and they used the same few routines over and over again. There was nothing new to learn if they continued to fight.

Zuo Qianqiu sat on the high platform and silently calculated the sword techniques he had sent out, and he had a good idea of ​​what to expect.

After ten days, the cultivation techniques that the independent cultivators have acquired should be enough to spread throughout the entire group.

He glanced at Xiao Bufan, whose face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and with a slight smirk, he transmitted his voice to Lin Chen on the stage: "That's enough, no need to hold back anymore."

Lin Chen was idly on the stage, dealing with who knows how many independent cultivator teams.

He had been fighting for more than ten days and was exhausted. With Zi Ling's help, he was not lacking in divine power.

But five days ago, the old man insisted that he take pills, so he had no choice but to take a few from time to time.

The moment the transmitted message entered his ear, he was jolted awake.

With a flick of his wrist, the force on the sword suddenly surged, and he slashed straight at the sword light in front of him.

With a clang, the two swords clashed, and the person opposite was sent flying, sword and all. He tumbled in the air before landing outside the arena, staggering several steps before regaining his balance.

Before the remaining nine people could react, Lin Chen had already pounced on them, his speed more than twice as fast as before.

Everyone felt a blur before their eyes, and each of them was struck in the chest by the spine of a sword, sending them flying backward. When they landed, they were already outside the boundary of the arena.

In less than ten breaths, the entire ten-person team fell off the stage.

There was a moment of silence in the audience.

This battle lasted only 15 minutes from start to finish, twice as fast as before. Did they hold back?

Zuo Qianqiu smiled slightly as usual and tossed a jade slip to the defeated team.

Seeing this, the independent cultivators who were still queuing, discussing tactics, and reviewing their gains and losses felt a little more at ease.

Still giving them away? Then there's still a chance!

But soon, their hearts sank completely.

The next three teams were defeated within moments of entering the arena, without receiving any rewards.

The independent cultivators fell silent.

The originally noisy scene seemed to have been muted. Several queues that had already reached the front began to hesitate, looking at each other, and no one went up on stage.

A young man in white looked at the spirited Lin Chen on the stage, his face full of confusion: "This... is the end of the favoritism? Senior Sword God isn't going to give us the sword manual anymore?"

A gray-robed man beside him sighed, "Be content. He gave him sword techniques for seven days straight, and his little disciple went easy on him for seven days as well, consuming countless pills. That's enough."

The young man in white was full of resentment: "Sigh, there are too many people, and we've only just reached the front of the line... I'm a little unwilling."

The gray-robed man grinned: "It's alright. A friend of mine just went on stage yesterday and got a copy of the sword manual from his captain. If you want it, I can introduce you."

The young man in white hesitated, "Won't the Sword God senior be angry?"

The gray-robed man rolled his eyes at him: "If you don't allow a copy, do you think the Sword God Senior wouldn't have mentioned it? Look how casually he gave it to him, as if he was afraid someone would copy it?"

The young man in white beamed with delight: "That makes sense! Then I'll trouble you to introduce me, brother."

The gray-robed man patted him on the shoulder: "It's nothing, come with me."

Such scenes were happening in various parts of the audience.

The independent cultivators exchanged information tacitly, and no one else went up to challenge them.

Standing on the stage, Lin Chen pretended to take out another pill and swallow it, looking like he had exhausted himself.

On the stands of the Boundless Sect, He Yunzheng watched this scene with a knowing smile, his eyes flashing with a cold light.

Zuo Qianqiu glanced at Lin Chen with "concern," coughed twice, and looked up at the nine 13th-level experts watching the battle in mid-air, his tone unhurried:

"Are you guys still going to fight? If not, I'll declare the apprenticeship ceremony over."

Xiao Bufan narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze slowly sweeping across the air, and he quickly exchanged a glance with the others.

"Hehe, a fight is definitely going to happen, otherwise it would be a wasted trip." Shen Youruo chuckled and spoke first, "Since the other families don't want to be the first to act, then let my Nine Nether Palace take the lead."

She glanced down at the Nine Nether Palace seats in the stands below.

Sitting below the stage was a beautiful young woman, who was none other than the Grand Elder of the Nine Nether Palace.

Upon receiving Shen Youruo's signal, she first stood up and bowed slightly to the air, then turned around and nodded gently to the nine female disciples behind her.

Nine figures stood up at the same time, each carrying a different weapon. With a stomp of their feet, they flew onto the stage and landed opposite Lin Chen.

The nine people were all at the peak of the eleventh level of cultivation. Their auras were calm and steady, and their positions vaguely resembled the beginnings of a formation.

Lin Chen raised an eyebrow and glanced at them. All nine of them were beautiful women with bright white teeth and alluring figures.

Although they were few in number, the aura they exuded was incomparable to that of the previous groups of independent cultivators.

Moreover, these people clearly possess a combined attack formation.

If you are fooled by their delicate appearance and think they are easy to bully, you will probably suffer a great loss.

However, Lin Chen was a man who had been tested by women for a long time, and he was not fooled by these appearances. He still looked at the nine people in front of him with clear eyes.

The young woman at the head of the group smiled sweetly and bowed slightly: "Greetings, Brother Lin. I am Gu Qingbo, and I have brought my junior sisters here to learn from you."

Lin Chen smiled slightly and returned the greeting with clasped hands: "Miss Gu, you're too kind. Please."

Gu Qingbo straightened up, her smile unchanged, but now she held a thin, soft sword in her hand, its blade gleaming with a faint silver sheen. In her hand, it looked like a silver snake about to come to life.

The eight women behind him also brandished their weapons: whips, short daggers, ribbons... The one on the far right, who looked the youngest, was carrying a pair of crescent moon wheels.

Lin Chen glanced at it and immediately understood.

The weapons of these nine people were all designed for lightness and agility, completely different from the heavy swords, spears, and halberds wielded by the rogue cultivators in front of them.

Gu Qingbo did not rush to make a move.

She stood there, her soft sword hanging at her side, smiling as she looked at Lin Chen.

The eight people behind him moved lightly with lotus-like steps, each taking their own position, their auras slowly spreading out, encircling Lin Chen in the middle.