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Arthur climbed the arena and stood with nine other disciples.
It was after the ten of them stood in the arena that nine out of the top ten stood up from their seats and used various skillful movement techniques to appear on the stage standing opposite Arthur and the others.
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But someone’s speed surprised Arthur a little.
When Mark Grayson opened his eyes Arthur saw his foot tilt a bit and he appeared on the stage in almost an instant with his hands on his back.
’Speed Intent? This is going to be interesting,’ Arthur smiled inwardly as he noticed the peculiarity of Mark’s movement technique.
From the information he had acquired about Mark, Arthur found him to have a very interesting personality.
Speed was the forte of the strongest outer court disciple.
But aside from his title of the strongest of the outer court, he also had another title where he ranked number one.
’The number one loner of the outer court.’
Mark was a loner and avoided all forms of socialization in the sect.
He was the first to reject all invitations sent to him by the various factions of the sect.
He also refrained from teaming up with any disciples for sect missions or hunting in the Misty Mountain Range.
When the Elder in charge saw that twenty of the disciples were gathered on the stage with none of them missing, he opened his mouth to speak.
"The first round of match-ups will be decided randomly. After the winners of the ten matches that will take place are decided, then we will move to the next part where the ten that lost will battle each other for the precise ranking of the top twenty."
"When the top twenty is decided, the disciple that is ranked 11th will have the chance to face anyone of the ten winners."
"After that, we will move on to the top ten ranking battles."
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"Now, the opponents that you will face are decided on random. That being said, the first battle will be starting now," The elder brought out and opened a small box.
Within the box were twenty papers that had words written on them. The elder randomly picked out two papers and called out two names.
"Julius Barle and Aselia Mayorne, remain on the stage. The rest leave."
Arthur left the stage with eighteen others, giving room to the two people that were called out which were a male disciple and a female disciple.
The male disciple Julius was not among the top ten, whereas Aselia was one of the females that made the top ten and she was ranked eighth amongst them.
"Let this battle begin!" The elder announced and a fight broke out almost instantly as both disciples didn’t bother with any pleasantries.
"Blue Martial Fists!"
"Roaring Hurricane!"
*Boom!*
Both summoned their martial spirits and battled at their full power. Both after a few moves, it became clear who was stronger.
Julius was able to break through recently to the tenth rank of the Gold Core Realm and had hoped to enter the top ten.
But unfortunately, he got matched against the eighth-ranked disciple, instead of the tenth-ranked disciple that he had hoped for.
"Roaring Hurricane: Third Style!"
The female disciple Aselia attacked with her palm which roused up a horizontally rotating wind that hit the male disciple.
*Bang!*
"Argh!" Julius coughed out a mouthful of blood as he got sent flying out of the arena while he cursed his luck for meeting a strong opponent right off the bat.
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