Chen Tian sat on the arena as if the chaotic battle had nothing to do with him. Anyway, as long as he sat there and waited for the time it took for an incense stick to burn, he would pass. Chen Tian did not want to make a move, letting them resolve it themselves. Chen Tian sat cross-legged, drew out the interface in his hand, and placed it in front of him, with various tableware and even pots. Various vegetables were placed in front of Chen Tian. Chen Tian's stomach rumbled. This operation by Chen Tian left the surrounding spectators speechless.
The players who were originally cheering and shouting all looked at Chen Tian. What was this operation? This was a competition, and you were here cooking, with complete tableware. Wait, where did he get these tableware from? Time and Space Epoch didn't seem to sell tableware and vegetables.
It could be said that Chen Tian's move silenced everyone. Standing on the arena, everyone looked at Chen Tian and felt that Chen Tian was here to make a joke. This was a competition, and you were here eating food. A swordsman decisively attacked with great ferocity. Anyway, Chen Tian looked weak, so let's deal with Chen Tian first. Others found their own opponents. In this grand competition, they settled grudges and took revenge as they wished. This was a competition, and it was normal. The swordsman attacked Chen Tian. Chen Tian calmly put oil in the pot, as if he couldn't see the attack in front of him.
The sword light flashed, and the man flew out of the arena. The man was in a daze. What was going on? He was the one attacking, so why was he the one flying out? The other party didn't even resist. This was unfair and he would lose his spot. The man looked at Chen Tian with hate-filled eyes. Chen Tian didn't care at all. There was a barrier set up by Chen Tian around him. This barrier would not cause any harm to Chen Tian unless someone's strength exceeded the hardness of Chen Tian's barrier.
Players were continuously knocked off the arena. Soon, the time it took for an incense stick to burn was up. Chen Tian had just finished eating his own food, and his stomach was no longer growling. Unlike other players, Chen Tian's real body entered the game world, not a virtual character. It was normal to be hungry. Fortunately, Chen Tian collected materials and cooking utensils from the real world last night. This competition would last for several days, and Chen Tian didn't want to fight on an empty stomach. At Chen Tian's level, hunger was nonexistent.
As a person, eating, drinking, and having fun were necessary life experiences. Chen Tian didn't want to go without eating. The host's voice boomed: "Everyone, you are the three thousand people. The official competition will begin tomorrow. Now, your numbers will be assigned randomly. Tomorrow's competition will be a one-on-one arena battle, and you will go on stage according to your numbers."
A series of lights fell into the hands of the players on the arena. Chen Tian looked at the token in his hand. There was a number thirteen on the token, which meant Chen Tian was number thirteen. All the players left. This elimination round lasted from morning to night, and it had nothing to do with Chen Tian. Chen Tian was responsible for cooking and eating. Of course, a few ignorant people attacked Chen Tian, and the consequence was being bounced off by the protective shield and losing their spot. Chen Tian went to his room.
Eat when full, sleep when eaten. This was Chen Tian's current life pattern. After fighting for so long, Chen Tian wanted to rest well for a few days. Chen Tian knew that there were still two guilds to deal with. The reason Chen Tian was like this was because he knew that those two guilds would not be absent from such a large-scale event. Chen Tian was waiting for them. According to the style of the Evil Spirit race, Chen Tian knew them too well. Such large-scale events were exactly opportunities for assimilation, and they would not let go of this opportunity.
The whole night passed just like that. Chen Tian woke up from his sleep. Today was the day of the official competition. All the players entered the Sword Master Grand Competition venue. The originally huge arena was divided into nine. Nine arenas were suspended in the sky. The audience was as numerous as yesterday. Chen Tian didn't care.
"The battles will now begin. The numbers called will now enter the competition. This match is a random opponent."
"Arena One: Three versus Fifteen."
"Arena Three: Three Hundred versus One Thousand."
"Arena Four: One versus Three Thousand."
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"Arena Nine: Thirteen versus Thirty-Eight."
"The competition begins now."
As soon as Chen Tian heard his number, he appeared on the arena the next second. His extreme speed made the players' eyes light up. Who was this person? Was there such speed among swordsmen? Even professions known for speed couldn't possibly have such speed.
Did this guy put all his points into speed?
Chen Tian stood on the arena as if nothing had happened. His opponent slowly walked over. It was a thin boy. Chen Tian lost interest with just a glance, but his strength was not bad. When the competition began, Chen Tian stood still and said, "If you can hit me, you win."
"Re-really?"
The boy spoke weakly, as if he had no confidence. Chen Tian nodded, indicating that he would not move.
The boy drew his sword. He drank wine from the gourd at his waist, and his demeanor instantly changed as if he had become a different person. Chen Tian knew this was a problem with his profession.
The Wine Gourd Swordsman was a hidden profession above the Wine Swordsman. The advantage of the Wine Swordsman was that the more he drank, the stronger he became. It could be said that without wine, he was no different from an ordinary player, or even worse than an ordinary player.
Chen Tian stood in place. Such a good opportunity, the boy did not want to miss it. Chen Tian stood still, which was an opportunity. If he could knock the opponent off the arena, especially since Chen Tian's level was much lower than his, it made the boy even more confident.
Chen Tian stood in the center of the arena. The boy drew his sword. The long sword was like light, and a beam of light passed through Chen Tian. Chen Tian stood there as if nothing had happened. Instead, the boy's body directly fell off the arena. The host was expecting an exciting battle, but the battle ended before it even began. What was going on?
Everyone was stunned. They didn't know how Chen Tian did it. The boy lost just like that.
"Arena Nine, Thirteen wins."
"Next match."
Chen Tian slowly walked off the arena. He easily won the next few battles. As long as he stood there, the opponent would fall off the arena. This method made the watching players give Chen Tian a title: The Immovable Swordsman.
Just like his name, Chen Tian could win without moving. This method made many players wary. It could be said that Chen Tian was someone who did not exist in their collected data. They couldn't find any information about Chen Tian, and even his interface information was blurred and couldn't be viewed. He had disabled inquiries and refused to be seen.
"A mysterious guy, but the championship can only be mine."
On Arena One, a boy defeated his opponent. His eyes were filled with fighting spirit as he looked at Chen Tian. Chen Tian was very strong, he knew that clearly. He could see Chen Tian's method because he also mastered sword energy. This Sword Master Grand Competition was not just a competition but a tempering of swordsmen against swordsmen.
Only swordsmen who comprehended sword energy were true swordsmen. Sword energy needed to be tempered to condense. He very much hoped to fight Chen Tian. Chen Tian felt the gaze, turned his head, nodded, and his figure left the arena.
Chen Tian's battles ended for today. Chen Tian planned to watch the performances on other arenas. Chen Tian observed the players on other arenas, and only a few of them were ones he favored.
It seemed that time was still not enough. Damn traitor, if not for him, time would not have come so early. He had to let the players grow before the seal was completely broken. Chen Tian was pondering how to do it in his mind.
An explosion occurred on one of the arenas. This explosion attracted Chen Tian's attention. A faint evil spirit energy permeated the arena. Chen Tian's face turned cold. As expected, there were lackeys of the Evil Spirit race everywhere. Two youths were fighting on the arena.
Romantic Swordsman vs. Overbearing Swordsman. The Romantic Swordsman was completely suppressed. The Overbearing Swordsman's sword moves were extremely powerful. It was difficult for the opponent to defend against the Overbearing Swordsman's moves, and he was quickly put on the defensive.
Overbearing sword moves represented extreme power. The explosion just now was caused by the Overbearing Swordsman's long sword slashing at the arena.
Chen Tian took a glance and didn't care. He left the Sword Master Grand Competition venue. The competition was about to end. Chen Tian would be slightly more serious in tomorrow's battles.
As for the lackeys of the Evil Spirit race, he only hoped they wouldn't run into him. If they did, it would be their tragic end.
Chen Tian's figure returned to his residence. A friend interface popped up. Chen Tian opened it, his eyes becoming serious. After sending out a few messages, he returned to normal.
He had already started planning the next events in his mind.
Night passed as quickly as ever. In the Time and Space Epoch game, time flowed very fast. The players' rest time was short, but rest was mainly to recover their full stats so that they could perform at their best in the competition. Chen Tian came to the bottom of the arena. The second round of the competition began today.
The Overbearing Swordsman walked towards Chen Tian with arrogant steps. His eyes were black and filled with killing intent as he said, "I will personally slay you."
"I hope you have the ability to do so."
Chen Tian was not afraid of the Overbearing Swordsman's words. Their eyes met, and an explosion occurred.
All of this happened in an invisible manner, unseen by the players.