"let's start!"
An old man sitting in the center of the platform gave a faint instruction and said.
This old man was none other than Xuantian Sect's leader Chu Daoming. In the past, when recruiting disciples, Chu Daoming would never show up. However, this time the recruitment was special and he had just come out of seclusion, so he showed up in person at Yuanwu Peak to watch this new disciple examination.
Following Chu Daoming's instructions, everyone in front of the battle stage immediately took action and began drawing lots.
This time, the disciple showdown adopts the most brutal knockout format. As long as there is one failure, one will be eliminated. Only by defeating opponents all the way and being invincible can one make it to the end.
A deacon disciple brought up the lottery tube and walked in front of Chen Lei and others. There were ten bamboo sticks in the lottery tube. Chen Lei and others randomly picked one.
Chen Lei looked at the bamboo stick in his hand and found the word "three" written on it.
"Report the numbers on the bamboo sticks in your hands!" The deacon disciple said seriously after everyone had drawn their bamboo sticks.
This time, the opponent's choice will be number 1 vs. number 10, number 2 vs. number 9, number 3 vs. number 8, number 4 vs. number 7, and number 5 vs. number 6. Everyone reported the serial numbers of their bamboo sticks, and after counting, Bai Xing drew number 1, and number 10 was drawn by Wei Che.
"Alright, Bai Xing and Wei Che, you guys go on stage, number two Nie Qianran and number nine Dong Shuliang get ready."
The deacon disciple began to arrange the battle order according to the numbers drawn by everyone. The other nine battle stages also arranged the disciples for the battle in the same order.
Bai Xing leapt onto the battle stage and Wei Che also walked up slowly. Both of them had high morale in their eyes and glared at each other fiercely. Their gazes were so fiery that sparks could almost burst out in the air.
"Wei Che, you are no match for me. If you know what's best for you, you should admit defeat and surrender. Otherwise, when we fight, I will use my fists and feet to punish you. If I hurt you, don't blame me for hitting you too hard."
Bai Xing glanced at Wei Che and said lightly.
Wei Che smiled coldly and said, "I am no match for you. What a joke. It is still unknown who will win in the end. Just use whatever tricks you have."
Bai Xing smiled coldly: "You are looking for death, so you can't blame others. Watch out."
After saying that, the folding fan in Bai Xing's hand suddenly pointed out, like a ray of silver light, and went straight to Wei Che's eyebrows.
The martial arts that Bai Xing practiced was the Bai family's Liuying Silver Fan Technique. This fan technique was known for its lightning-fast speed and unpredictable changes. It was an extremely advanced martial art.
Seeing Bai Xing attacking, Wei Che smiled coldly, and his fists burst out with extremely violent power. He ignored Bai Xing's unpredictable fan techniques and punched Wei Che in the face with a heavy punch.
As soon as Wei Che made a move, Bai Xing felt a sharp gust of wind blowing towards him, carrying with it a strong murderous aura. The two fists rapidly enlarged in his eyes and seemed as heavy as a thousand pounds.
Bai Xing quickly retracted the folding fan he had used to attack, and at the same time, he turned his body with great agility to avoid Wei Che's attacking fist. Afterwards, he performed a set of mysterious footwork, moving quickly around Wei Che, looking for Wei Che's flaws, preparing to defeat his opponent with one blow.
However, Wei Che remained extremely calm in the face of Bai Xing's attack. He stood still with his eyes slightly closed, sensing Bai Xing's position solely by feeling.