Qin Muyue won the match, but at a great cost.
After Wuhua Daojun announced the results, Elder Qin Bufeng of the Qin Family flashed onto the stage and carried her down, immediately taking her back to the Qin Family to find someone to treat her.
The entire Qin family was extremely nervous and their expressions were grave.
This isn't just a genius under the age of a thousand from the family, moreover, she is the most beloved granddaughter of Patriarch Qin Difeng. Under no circumstances can an accident happen to her.
Seeing this, the crowd around couldn't help but sigh.
In a fierce battle, Chu Xiangyi was severely injured, and Qin Muyue was also injured in her dantian. It was truly tragic.
Countless participating disciples shook their heads and sighed in relief, thankful that they hadn't drawn such a formidable opponent.
Below the stage, a young man in black robes had a brilliant smile on his face, which seemed to have a hint of schadenfreude.
He is Ge Changsheng, a disciple of the Five Elements Sword Sect, and the next opponent for Si Tu Dian Mo.
A young man beside him chimed in: "My senior brother is right, this top 100 competition looks at both strength and luck. If you're unlucky, you definitely won't get very far."
"You're right, luck is also part of strength."
Ge Changsheng said proudly: "For example, your senior brother, I was drawn to a small figure from the Lingyun Sword Sect this time, a mere Da Luo Xian."
This game hasn't even started and the outcome is already decided, there's no suspense, I'm destined to advance to the next round.
The man beside him said with a fawning smile, "That's right! Luck is part of strength. In my opinion, Senior Brother should at least be in the top three of the Hundred Strong Battle."
“The top three is a bit exaggerated, but the top ten is still very hopeful.”
Ge Changsheng burst into a triumphant laugh after speaking.
As the two talked, the fourth round of the ring battles had already ended. Under the stewardship of Daojun Wuhuo, the fifth round began.
I went up on stage, just for the sake of going through the motions.
Ge Changsheng burst into laughter and leaped onto the stage.
"Sister Situ, Sister Leng, add oil!"
Ye Bufan, here, Xia Qing cheered for the two people with a little fist clenched. The others also followed suit.
Leng Qingqiu had always been a taciturn person, ruthless and unyielding. She jumped onto the platform without hesitation.
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After Ye Bufan had enhanced her abilities, she was now brimming with confidence. She leaped onto the stage and stood before Ge Changsheng.
Similarly, the other groups also took turns going onto the stage, each choosing their opponents.
Here, Wuhu Daojun announced the start of the competition. Ge Changsheng sneered in disdain.
"Little girl, have some sense and get off the stage yourself, so I don't have to make a move. Otherwise, you'll be in for some pain..."
This guy's confidence has gone overboard; in his eyes, the other person is completely beneath him, not even worthy of his effort.
Seeing that the other party was so arrogant, Si Tu Dian Mo didn't let him get away with it. He kicked back without hesitation.
This kick was unremarkable in its form, yet astonishingly fast, its power utterly devastating.
Ge Changsheng was standing there showing off, but his expression changed instantly.
"This...this is actually the Immortal Monarch!"
Although Situ Dianmo still suppressed his cultivation and did not release his powerful aura.
But as an opponent, he could still feel it clearly.
Ge Changsheng now understood. The other party wasn't a great immortal, but was pretending to be weak and biding their time.
It's too late to understand now, there's no time to react, the opponent's kick has already arrived before him, heading straight for his chest.
The speed was simply too fast, and coupled with his previous carelessness, he wasn't in a fighting state at all. Now, it was impossible for him to dodge.

Unable to do anything else, this guy could only desperately operate his immortal essence, hoping to rely on the protective immortal armor to block this attack.
It turned out he had overestimated things. Today, Situ Dianmo was already a mid-stage Immortal King, his strength easily surpassing him.
Even if we gave it our all, we wouldn't stand a chance, let alone with such carelessness.
With a deafening boom, he was sent flying through the air, blood spraying everywhere like it was worth nothing. A bloody trail marked his path in mid-air.
Then he fell heavily to the ground, his life or death unknown.
"Uh…"
Everyone around was stunned. This was the Hundred Strong Championship, and it wasn't common to see someone defeat their opponent in one move, let alone with a single kick.
The most crucial point is, even if the other party was careless, they're still a genuine Immortal Lord capable of kicking someone to pieces with a single blow. What level of power does this woman possess?
"Damn it, it's the Lingyun Sword Sect again. Is this sect so strong? How come I've never heard of it before?"
"This woman defeated the Immortal Monarch with a single move, she's too strong…"
"The Lingyun Sword Sect hasn't lost a single match yet, and they've already sent four disciples through to the next round. They are truly amazing..."
The onlookers buzzed with chatter, and even the immortal venerables on stage were moved.
In previous Hundred Clan Wars, the core disciples of the three Sects, five Schools, and seven great clans had always been victorious against those from smaller sects, with very few defeats. It was unheard of for them to be defeated in a single move.
Wúwéi Dàojūn smiled faintly, “This Língyún Sword Sect is indeed quite interesting. It seems that they’re not the only ones hiding their strength.”
Ouyang Pingjiang was somewhat surprised: "It's really strange. How strong is this little girl? I can't tell."

Chixia Fairy said: "She must have some kind of treasure on her body that shields her aura."

Wuwei Daojun nodded: "That must be the case, otherwise we wouldn't have missed it."
These young girls are all quite talented, unfortunately the previous one was from a savage tribe, and this one is a blood cultivator. They aren't quite suitable for our three major sects. If they were different, taking them in would be a great thing.
A few people discussed animatedly, while the attention of the audience below shifted to another platform.
Leng Qingqiu stood on the platform, her entire person seemed like an unsheathed peerless divine weapon, her sword intent awe-inspiring.
Holding the Xu Xian sword, killing intent surged.
Opposite her stood a tall and handsome young man, Qi Bilian, the core disciple of the Qi family, with the strength of an early Immortal Monarch.
He was originally a person with an extremely rigorous personality, unlike Ge Changsheng's arrogance.
Moreover, having witnessed the prowess of Leng Qingqiu firsthand, he now wore a grave expression, gripping his sword tightly and remaining utterly vigilant.
At the same time, his immortal essence was running wildly, his aura unrestrained. The powerful pressure of a celestial being permeated the entire arena.
"What a powerful aura!"
Everyone around was secretly amazed. As expected of the core disciples of the seven major sects, this pressure was too strong.
Even many people started to worry about Leng Qingqiu, after all, this woman only looked like she had the strength of a Daluo Immortal.
Such a thing as killing someone beyond one's own level definitely exists in the Immortal Realm, but it is extremely rare. People with this kind of ability are few and far between.
A normal Daluo Immortal facing off against an Immortal King is like an ant against an elephant, or a baby against an adult. There is no chance of victory.
But just now the people from Lingyun Sword Sect were all hiding their strength, and no one knew how strong this woman's true cultivation was.
Amidst the puzzled gazes of the crowd, Leng Qingqiu's Lixian Sword gently swung, and suddenly a sharp sword glow slashed through the sky.
This sword strike seemed utterly casual, yet its ferocious sword energy swept over like a gale, instantly shattering Qi Ziliang's released pressure.

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