Chapter 615: One after another
Shen Wansan walked forward slowly and waved his hands. Countless fireworks and firecrackers carefully made by Mohist craftsmen behind him turned into bright light and flew out, turning into a huge firework phoenix. After circling above the arena, it exploded with a loud bang, turning into a sky full of stars and sprinkling down to the earth.

At this moment, the entire Tianheng Mansion seemed to be ignited, and the enthusiasm collided in the air, gathering into an unstoppable force.

Jia Fu, Ma Yuan, Ma Shanwei, and all the participating warriors, were driven by this force and embarked on their own journey.

Outside the arena, inside the Glazed Building, warriors from all walks of life and their followers were enjoying a rare moment of peace and quiet.

The aroma of tea and flowers wafts in the air. People are either sipping tea and discussing philosophy, or exchanging ideas, or closing their eyes to rest, making final preparations for the upcoming competition.

On the Fengyun Observation Deck, the audience, either standing or sitting, excitedly discussed the upcoming competition, looking forward to the legendary masters bringing a visual and spiritual feast.

Under the Dragon Vein Corridor, some scholars and writers were writing with their brushes to record the grand occasion of this event in the hope that it would be passed down through the ages.

As the first round of levels came to an end one by one, the real competition of the martial arts tournament - the ring showdown, finally kicked off.

In this vast arena, eighteen large and magnificent arenas are like bright stars, scattered in an orderly manner on the ground.

These eighteen arenas are cleverly divided into three levels according to the principles of heaven, earth and man.

The sixth one is located in the north, symbolizing the Way of Heaven. It is towering into the clouds, with sapphires inlaid on the top, sparkling with wisdom and lofty light.

The sixth one is located in the south, representing the way of the earth. It is steady and solid, and the table top is paved with yellow stone, revealing a tough and calm atmosphere.

The remaining six are scattered on the east and west sides, symbolizing the way of man, harmony and balance. The table tops are decorated with white jade, as smooth as jade, demonstrating the purity and peace in the warrior's heart.

Each level of arena is further divided into upper, middle and lower grades according to its characteristics, totaling three, six and nine grades, with clear levels and each with its own characteristics.

The top-grade arena is surrounded by exquisitely carved railings and jade bricks, with exquisite screens and canopies on top. The middle-grade arena is based on solid bluestone, simple yet solemn. The lower-grade arena does not have too much decoration, but has a flat ground and open space.

At this moment, as the command sounded, thirty-six warriors jumped onto each stage at the same time, some wearing gorgeous battle robes, some wearing simple cloth, and their momentum was as great as a rainbow.

Below the arena, the audience seats were filled with noise, cheers and encouragements coming one after another, pushing the atmosphere of the entire competition arena to a climax.

The battle was about to break out. On each arena, the warriors were fighting with fists and feet, or swords. Every collision was accompanied by the sound of metal clashing and air tearing.

As time went by, one competition after another came to an end. Some warriors stood out with their superb skills, while others were unfortunately defeated due to their inferior strength.

As the dust settled from the first round of fierce fighting in the arena, Jia Fu, Ma Yuan and Ma Shanwei, who were standing below, each held a token with their own number plate in their hands and smiled at each other.

Jia Fu held a silver halberd in his hand and walked steadily, with a faint aura surrounding him, like a storm that should not be underestimated.

He followed the instructions on the number plate and came to his own ring.

On the ring, many opponents had been waiting for a long time. When they saw Jia Fu, who was full of unusually strong energy, coming, a trace of solemnity flashed in their eyes.

In response to this, Jia Fu just smiled slightly, and lightly swung the silver halberd. A powerful aura burst out instantly, forcing many opponents to retreat again and again. In the end, the victory was decided by one halberd, and he advanced easily.

At the same time, Ma Yuan and Ma Shanwei also came to their respective arenas.

Ma Yuan stood tall, holding the elephant trunk ancient moon sword in his hand, the tip of the sword lightly touched the ground, and the aura swirled around him. As soon as the many opponents on the opposite side came on the stage, they were defeated one after another by Ma Yuan's fierce offensive.
On the stage where Ma Shanwei was, an absolute suppression of power was taking place.

Ma Shanwei held a large iron spear - the Eight Treasures Dragon Spear. He had a burly figure and every step he took caused the arena to tremble slightly.

Under the pressure of Ma Shanwei's mountain-like aura, many contestants' hands were numb from the shock.

The three of them showed amazing strength on the stage. Whether it was Jia Fu's silver halberd, Ma Yuan's ancient moon sword, or Ma Shanwei's iron spear, they all seemed to be integrated with their energy. Their performance not only amazed the audience, but also made the other warriors below feel unprecedented pressure.

When the three of them met again, there was no need for them to say much to each other.

"Haha, you two, it looks like we both advanced successfully."

Jia Fu said with a smile.

"Of course. When have we, the Ma brothers, ever disappointed anyone?"

Ma Shanwei laughed heartily.

"Next, we must be more careful and not underestimate the enemy."

Ma Yuan looked solemn and reminded the two.

"Three sisters, I am going too!"

In a glazed building below, Zhao Gongming laughed loudly.

At this time, he had changed into a tight suit, which made him look more upright and heroic.

The double whips tightly held in his hands - steel whips with dragon and tiger patterns - flickered coldly under the candlelight, and the whip bodies were carved with intricate dragon and tiger totems.

Beside him, the three sisters Yunxiao, Qiongxiao and Bixiao stood quietly by.

"Brother, please be careful. We are waiting for your triumphant return."

Yunxiao said softly, his eyes full of concern.

"Don't worry, I will live up to your expectations."

Zhao Gongming smiled slightly, with a calm demeanor. He glanced at his three sisters, turned around, strode out of Liulizhu, and stepped onto the stairs leading to the Tianzihao arena.

On the ring, Zhao Gongming stood still, with a surge of energy around him. The dragon-tiger steel whip in his hand seemed to have life, dancing according to his will.

The energetic energy around him was like an awakened dragon, instantly surrounding him and forming flowing blue halos.

He lightly waved the dragon-tiger steel whip, and the whip shadows danced like dragons and snakes. Each strike was accompanied by a slight thunderous sound, as if it could tear through space and hit people's hearts.

As the whip was swung, the strong energy seemed to transform into sharp wind blades, cutting the surrounding air into pieces.

He also easily secured a place in the next round.

At the same time, on the other side of the ring, the corpses of Xia Geng and She Bi were standing out at an astonishing speed, just as Gongsun Ba had said, and became the focus of everyone's attention.

Xia Geng's corpse was wearing a dark blue battle robe, with dark blue aura surrounding him. He was like a ghost in the middle of the night, mysterious and powerful.

The blue-black figure was agile, and every attack was accompanied by a low roar. The blue-black energy was like a sharp blade, cutting through the air and heading straight for the opponent. His moves were sharp and precise, and every blow went straight to the vital points, leaving the opponent powerless to defend.

(End of this chapter)