Eternal Swordmaster
Chapter 980 - 975 Genius Three

Chapter 980: Chapter 975 Genius Three

The Ten Illusions Sect has produced the greatest genius in history, Xu Hong.

This news quickly spread to the other factions on the Nineteenth Star.

It also swiftly reached the Extreme Truth Sect and Spirit Annihilation Path.

As the two major factions competing against the Ten Illusions Sect, they naturally also have top-tier genius disciples of the younger generation, who can be considered leaders.

Most of them didn’t care about the rumors concerning the Ten Illusions Sect, a nearly declining faction of electromagnetic forces; even if a genius emerges, it’s unlikely to be impressive.

How could a truly powerful genius be willing to stay in such a declining sect? There’s no shortage of major sects for them to choose from.

Many sects speculated that perhaps the Ten Illusions Sect, unwilling to fall further behind in the great competition, intended to create some buzz to increase exposure, hoping to attract more disciples to apprentice.

But no matter what others thought, months later, this factional grand competition finally officially began.

As the leading disciple of the Ten Illusions Sect in this competition, Xu Hong, along with the teacher Yunhe, led all participating disciples to Renjia Star.

The competition venue was chosen to be on the edge of the Storm Empire, on a planet yet to be developed—Renjia Star.

Since it hasn’t been developed, there’s no worry about damaging buildings and causing losses, allowing the disciples of various factions to fool around freely.

There were over two thousand factions participating in this grand competition, with a total of more than ten thousand people divided into ten zones, each one selecting ten locations on the planet to conduct elimination death matches.

Among them, Lin Xin’s cheap sister in this world, Xu Yejun, also participated in the competition under the leadership of her sect’s strongmen.

Each zone can select one hundred people as the frontrunners.

Then, a comprehensive overall ranking battle would take place.

Injuries and fatalities were inevitable, so the competition usually adopted a semi-virtual system.

This involved using advanced technology to project half of the essence and spirit of the contestants onto the planet.

In this way, even if one dies up there, the most that happens is a severe injury to the body, and complete demise is avoided. It perfectly showcases the true level of the participating disciples.

The virtual system’s apparatus utilizes a certain space-time refraction principle.

This allows part of the contestant’s entity to directly reach the planet’s surface, perfectly reflecting the contestant’s capabilities.

In terms of safety, it can perfectly preserve their life core, preventing complete demise.

In this large-scale setup, a large number of disciples from various factions, led by their sect elders, headed to the competition venue at Renjia Star.

Lin Xin also traveled aboard a spaceship under the guidance of Ten Illusions Yunhe.

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In the corridor of the space station, Yunhe walked with Lin Xin towards the resting area arranged for the sects in the competition.

The number of participating factions was immense, and upon seeing Yunhe along the way, many greeted her respectfully.

Yunhe responded kindly with a return salute each time.

Although she wasn’t among the top-tier sects, within other factions, she was an influential figure not to be trifled with.

Not for other reasons, but because the rich ladies and noblewomen in her sect, just by whispering at home to their loved ones, could create such a massive force that most factions could never match.

Thus, no one dared to disrespect her.

But there’s always an exception to everything.

As Yunhe was explaining to Lin Xin about the construction time, background, and reasons for initially choosing this location to develop the planet,

a sullen and slightly odd voice came from the corridor ahead.

"Ten Illusions Yunhe, long time no see."

Approaching were two men, one tall and one short.

The one standing in front was a short, middle-aged man, with a sullen expression and a sturdy build, but with noticeably white hair at the temples, clearly not young.

This man was none other than Jiu Zhenkong, the sect master of the Nine Truths Sect, ranking in the top twenty.

The tall young man standing behind him had a body full of muscular knots, a strong build, with a neat crew cut, arrogantly scanning the surrounding people with disdain in his eyes.

"Oh, it’s the Sect Master Jiu Zhenkong. Long time no see. I hope you’re doing well," Yunhe feigned a smile.

"Haven’t seen you for decades, yet Yunhe’s still in such good shape. I heard you’ve found a truly top-notch genius this time. I wonder if you brought him to the competition?"

Jiu Zhenkong said with a fake smile.

He simultaneously glanced at the young man standing behind Yunhe.

This young man had an indifferent expression, with a white, exquisite longsword hanging at his waist, draped in a thick black fox fur coat. With long black hair cascading over his shoulders and a flawlessly beautiful face, he caught everyone’s eye at first glance.

"Quite handsome, but I wonder if he’s any good in a real fight?"

Jiu Zhenkong, always a crude sort, coldly sneered with a double entendre.

"You won’t be disappointed, Sect Master Jiu," Yunhe responded competitively. "This time, be careful not to capsize in a ditch."

"No need for you to worry," Jiu Zhenkong replied. "This is my disciple, Shen Rong. This time, I hope to meet your so-called genius early on in the competition. It’s been a long time since a noteworthy figure has emerged from the Ten Illusions Sect. I hope this time you won’t let us down.

Otherwise..."

He said nothing more and walked past Yunhe with the tall young man following him.

Yunhe snickered, not saying another word, as she led Lin Xin past Jiu Zhenkong.

Shen Rong studied Lin Xin closely. Being disciples, he had participated in several competitions, each time utterly boring, with the same fixed ranks.

This time, the archrival of his master, Ten Illusions Yunhe, claimed to have a genius like never before in their sect. This made his fists itch.

Carefully examining this young man named Xu Hong, he was indeed quite good-looking. But he wondered how capable he was in a real fight.

Lin Xin did not even glance at him and walked past directly.

His demeanor was icy cold.

Although Jiu Zhenkong is not the strongest sect, the dominant Shen Rong from the sect is ranked among the top fifteen disciples in the competition.

So he has the right to be arrogant.

On the other hand, the Ten Illusions Sect, despite having a strong external influence, the disciples they sent out.....are repeatedly suppressed to rank below one hundred.

If not for the comprehensive strength index boosting the sect’s rank, they might not even be able to maintain a position in the nineties.

After passing through the Nine Truths Sect, Yun He introduced Lin Xin to several familiar sects.

She has a decent network; most sect masters have good relations with her.

In the introductions, many sects remembered the cold and talented Xu Hong from the Ten Illusions Sect.

Then came the partitioning, where each major sect was divided into several districts.

The Ten Illusions Sect was assigned to the ninth district, where each district must select the top hundred before opening major district exchanges and conducting the final comprehensive competition.

There are a series of troublesome procedures in between, but to Lin Xin, these are meaningless.

He always stood behind Yun He, occasionally closing his eyes, practicing the secret manual and ultimate secrets within his body.

Before the sect tournament, the sect masters must hold a private meeting to decide the general rules.

In fact, the rules are carried over from previous times, just to see if there’s anything that needs improvement.

After all, loopholes aren’t something that can be completely found in a short time.

After the meeting, it’s time to prepare the projection instruments.

The space station is vast, each sect is assigned to a fixed small room for itself.

The room has a corresponding rest capsule with a fixed number of people.

"Just lie down, and you can directly project onto the planet," Yun He pointed to a beige rectangular rest capsule.

"Hong’er, this time the Ten Illusions Sect relies on you, together with Xu Qin and Duan Huxing, totaling eight disciples. You take charge of the main situation; for detailed experiences, once you find others, listen to Xu Qin more. Understand?"

Yun He carefully instructed.

"Understood."

Lin Xin responded lightly.

Such things to him are like child’s play; understanding the different martial arts ideas of other sects is somewhat interesting to him.

"Alright, now head inside to regroup. The others in their rooms have also gone down ahead of time, find the other disciples and regroup as much as possible." Yun He urged.

Lin Xin nodded and flipped into the rest capsule.

The capsule cover slowly closed.

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Boom! Bam bam...

The sounds of continuous striking echoed from the woods.

Lin Xin opened his eyes, finding himself standing in a dense forest, dark and damp all around. Occasionally, owl-like calls echoed.

He still wore the Black Fox Fur Coat, and the sword was there, but all the electronic devices were gone.

"Is this projection technology? Not bad, strength unaffected."

He paused and walked directly toward the direction where the sounds came from.

Find others first.

Ah!

Xu Qin was struck on the left shoulder, large chunks of ice fragments shot from her body.

Her left shoulder was previously frozen by the opponent’s Cold Ice Hand, now half the arm shattered by one hit.

She screamed in agony, looking at her sisters being overwhelmed beside her, her eyes involuntarily reddened. She retreated two steps, glaring at the Cold Extreme Flow disciple before her.

"Lucky us, just came down and ran into the weakest sect disciples of Ten Illusions,"

A short-haired man with a blue ribbon tied on his head said with a smile.

"All women holding the fort, Ten Illusions hasn’t counted as a martial arts sect for a long time, why waste so many words with them, act quickly and leave."

Another side, a pretty girl in a dark blue gown said coldly.

"Yes, Senior Sister,"

The five Cold Extreme Flow disciples quickly clasped their fists in salute.

They looked at the huddled together, wounded and crippled Ten Illusions female disciples.

Cold Extreme Flow, also part of the Hundred Sects, ranked ninety-two, not too strong, but against the Ten Illusions disciples, it’s like playing with cheats.

In mere minutes of engagement, almost three Ten Illusions disciples were disabled, the remaining few were panting heavily, clearly on the verge of collapse.

"Move quickly; there are Spirit Annihilation Path people nearby, if they find out it’ll be trouble."

The blue skirt girl urged.

Xu Qin watched the rapidly approaching Cold Extreme Flow disciples towards their group, a sense of helplessness flashing in her eyes.

The Ten Illusions Sect had participated in many competitions, but except for two times where luck was good, not encountering any of the Hundred Sects, every other time, they were eliminated at the fastest speed.

In ten major districts, each district has over thirty Hundred Sects entering, with an area of only one hundred thousand square kilometers.

So many people squeezed in, the chances of encountering are inherently high.

Ten Illusions Sect, as one of the weakest in the Hundred Sects, can’t even be sure to defeat sects ranked over one hundred fifty, long becoming one of the best targets for score collecting.