"Number Seven Wang Li vs number three Mu Waner!" A loud voice sounded in an arena covered in sand.
After this two names where called, a young man about twelve walked out towards the center of the sand arena with an indifferent face.
On the opposite side, was a woman clad in shiny leather armor.
The two stood distance from each other and looked at each other wearily.
"Fight!" The aged voice sounded.
With this voice, Wang Li and Mu Waner rushed towards each other.
Wang Li only took two steps to arrive before the woman and delivered a sliding kick, to which the woman utilized her arms to block.
Boom!
But the power was not small and she was thrown by the force of that strike. Even though she managed to steady herself as covering five meters in retreat, her expression appeared nothing flustered.
"Wang Li strikes again. This guy is definitely not into women, otherwise how could he start off with a heavy hand against such a delicate flower.
Those in the crowd watching commented casually. But Wang Li ignored all this.
He wasn't interested in their talk at all. This was his only chance and he had to grasp onto it.
He had little or no connections at all, and thus could only resort to joining the Spirit Stream Sect outer disciple selection.
Without being selected in the outer sect he was bound to loose the chance. How could he dare be gentle.
When Mu Waner retreated, he followed with another attack, and this he performed a punching motion, causing the air around him to contract.
"Great success boxing technique!" Someone exclaimed from the crowd as they saw all this unfold.
A strange heavy oppression descended on the arena, as his fist moved towards the target.
But the woman before him had a calm face in all this, as a sword chant reverberated on the arena.
She unsheathed her sword by the waist so fast, as she thrust it foward. She had become fast, even Wang Li could only see an after image.
"Perfection sword technique!" Another exclamation erupted.
Seeing this scene, Wang Li felt something familiar and an evil grin spread across his face. He indeed resembled some villian.
'I cultivated mountain and seas art to perfection before too. But due to my cheat forcing me to only be able to cultivate this single technique and fuse the essence of other techniques into the Mountain and Seas art, I have regressed from perfection several times but my strength has risen even higher everytime. Dare to show off some perfection of a single yellow level technique before me!' he thought this and his motion didn't stop at all.
He ignored the sword resonance emanating from Mu Waner's attack and thrust his punch forcefully foward.
He felt a slight force trying to force his movements to pause, but it was incapable of influencing him in the slightest.
The force was supression brough about by perfection level of the sword technique Mu Waner was using.
It was also the reason why at perfection level of a technique in the same realm, one would be invincible.
It was a shame, this was Wang Li's only chance.
Without even a change, his fist and the sword being thrust his way collided and only the sound of metal breaking was heard.
Click!
Cling!
The sword in Mu Waner's hand cracked upon contact with Wang Li's fist and then broke into countless shards that flew all directions.
The fist force from Wang Li's hand slammed into her abdomen flinging her back.
She fell back and passed out. Wang Li was the only person left standing in the arena.
It was just that no one was cheering as they looked at the turn of events in shock.
"Cough! Cough! Number Seven Wang Li wins." The voice of the elder made everyone recover from their shock.
The way he was able to defeat someone that had attained perfection in a sword technique was puzzling.
But the most important thing was that he didn't even treat a lady in a gentle way. Looking at the My Waner passed out with ragged clothes in the arena, some people had fearful expressions when they observed Wang Li.
"What a ruthless character! Best avoid this demon from now on!"
"Right! His entry into the outer court is already a sure thing."
Those watching were discussing as they watched Wang Li's actions.
Wang Li on the other hand didn't care about their little actions. He stood in place and looked towards the elder that was announcing his win.
He didn't even bother to give his defeated opponent, being dragged away by Spirit Sword Sect disciples.
"Top in the arena selection are currently considered outer disciples of the Spirit Stream Sect. To gain a chance to enter the nine peaks on the sect and acquire a suitable inheritance, each of you will be required to enter the Spirit Mountain tomorrow to hunt down at least one rank two beast." The moment this words were said, everyone calmed down.
The Spirit Stream Sect has nine peaks, and each has unique inheritance. The only way to get access to the inheritance was to become a disciple of the peak.
Now ten people had gained the chance to become outer disciples, but they had to compete for the chance to enter the nine peaks.
From what Wang Li had learned, it was common for even only one person to be selected among the ten.
Each peak had its own considerations when selecting disciples and thus even among ten, not one might meet their requirements.
He wanted to enter a peak, because this was the only way to truly have an identity in the sect.
This identity was obviously very useful, as disciples of the peak, had unique privilegdges even when it came to martial arts in the library of the sect.
Though different from the inheritance of the nine peaks, not just anyone could gain access to the martial arts and techniques in the library.
Wang Li had a different problem. He needed access to as many martial arts as possible to allow his strength to not only rise, but also his technique evolve further.
In this world, to breakthrough to a higher realm, technique cultivated was important. Without a proper technique, it was impossible to advance further.
His Mountain Sea Art was already a fusion of numerous yellow level techniques. It was just that he had already no more sources of other techniques to extract essence and improve it.
But things were different in the sect.
So when the issue of having a chance to enter the Spirit Mountain was mentioned, he was among those that were excited.
In the clouds above the arena, twelve figures floated and each had an immortal like aura.
One of them was a beautiful woman, with white hair. She was dressed in a purple dress, and had cloudy silver eyes.
In hand hand was a wine jar, she kept pouring it in her mouth from time to time until the fight between Wang Li and Mu Waner.
It was because she had seen something interesting. It was just that those eleven figures around seemed to have failed to notice anything, or rather they couldn't notice anything at all.
'That kid if I'm not wrong had fused essence of different techniques into one! That attack before embodied this very essence. Interesting! It seems that I've met someone that has almost forged a perfect foundation.' she hid her thoughts well behind her smile.
"Wang Lu! Why are you smilling? Have you found someone interesting among those little brats down there? Are you going to take in a disciple?" A handsome middle-aged man from the group suddenly asked.
"Why? Does the sect master want to select disciples for my tenth peak?" She asked while pouring wine in her mouth.
"Well! Junior sister Wang Lu's tenth peak doesn't have any disciples. Haven't you thought about having any successors yet?" The sect master of the Spirit Stream Sect suddenly offered his opinion.
"Does sect master mean I'm old?" Wang Lu's voice suddenly become cold and the others watching on the side couldn't help it but burst out into laughter.
They felt that the sect leader was indeed too bored to seek trouble with this madwoman.
If she wanted to accept disciples she would have done it long ago.
Besides, she had this way of turning other people's words and concern into something totally different.
"Junior sister Wang Lu knows that is not what I meant?" The sect master was helpless.
He just saw this woman engrossed and even smile, thinking it was time to make the some small talk, who knew it would turn like this.
"So the sect leader is cursing me to die early then?" Wang Lu asked the question in another way.
The moment this question was asked, the sect master was speechless.
Indeed his words could be translated like this by others, but he wasn't implying it that way.
"Does the sect master have a successor yet?" When he thought it had ended, she actually asked him another question.
"Huh? What successor?" He appeared puzzled by this question.
"Well! I just think you are now a middle-aged man! You can't be without a successor! Since sect master is so concerned about my matters, why don't I help you too?" Wang Lu had an evil grin on her face. It was almost identical to the one Wang Li had on the stage when he fought Mu Waner.
The sect master felt a chill when he saw that smile.