Mo Zhengdong looked at Jiang Lan.
Jiang Lan was listening quietly.
Mo Zhengdong then continued.
“The challenger is the Heavenly Human Race’s younger generation Miao Xiu. He has cultivated for over two hundred years, close to three hundred years. His cultivation level is at the perfected Essence Soul Realm. He is a genius, but for the Heavenly Human Race, such a talent wasn’t all that rare. As for the challenger, all disciples who have entered the sect for less than three hundred years are eligible.”
When Jiang Lan heard this, he sighed inwardly. He had entered the sect too late.
If he had entered earlier, he could have avoided this.
“If the difference in strength between the two parties is too great, do we still need to fight?” Jiang Lan asked curiously.
“The stronger party will suppress his cultivation. Or the weaker one will be given an advantage. The exact details will be out when the time comes. It’s fair overall, “Mo Zhengdong explained before asking. “Do you want to give it a try?”
“Alright.” Jiang Lan nodded without any hesitation.
Jiang Lan naturally didn’t want to make a move, but he had to know his position.
Since he was in the Ninth Summit, he could not refuse such a thing.
The Ninth Summit had other normal disciples, but not personal disciples like him.
“Don’t force yourself if you can’t win,” Mo Zhengdong added.
Jiang Lan nodded in agreement.
Then he learned of the general rules.
Originally, Kunlun intended to arrange one fight a day.
However, the Heavenly Human Race felt that there was no need to do so and settled on three matches a day.
They intended to end it in three days.
If they lost, they could go back earlier.
After understanding the situation, Jiang Lan returned to the Netherworld Cave.
Instead of cultivating immediately, he watered the vegetative egg with some spiritual liquid.
“The other party came prepared, their target should be the Jade Pool. Fortunately, I’ve learned some sword techniques, so I should be able to withstand it.”
He had no intention of winning.
Neither could he win.
On the surface, his cultivation was at the late-stage Golden Core Realm.
How could he defeat a perfected Essence Soul cultivator?
Even if his opponent suppressed his cultivation, his opponent would still have an absolute advantage.
He was also suppressing his cultivation base. He had an advantage, but he could not reveal it.
After pouring the spirit liquid, Jiang Lan sat cross-legged and began cultivating.
He was mainly familiarizing himself with the sword skills and spells he saw in the Ninth Summit.
This was to prepare himself for the match ahead.
“The first battle will begin tomorrow. If the opponent is successful, it will be my turn the day after tomorrow. I have two days to prepare.”
After that, Jiang Lan began to choose a sword technique and a movement technique to practice.
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