Wang Anfeng sat quietly on the outer side of the pavilion, with his arm resting on the red-painted railings, calmly observing the changing situation. The Mo Blade was worn on one side of his waist, hidden by the draping cloak. The martial arts tournament had already begun. Martial artists from the Jianghu preferred straightforward actions, without too much idle talk. Once several respected masters took their seats, the Elder of the Huangfu Family, who was hosting the event, announced the start of the tournament. Young talents from various clans could freely step onto the stage to challenge one another. Not only the Huangfu Family, but all notable martial forces in the seventeen counties of the Northwest region hoped to showcase their younger generation to the martial arts world. Firstly, to enhance their prestige, and secondly, to intimidate other heroes. Therefore, almost immediately after the elder stepped down, two young martial artists launched from the pavilions on either side. One was a disciple from the prestigious Beimang Sword Sect in the Northwest, dressed in a blue robe, holding a broad sword in his right hand, with a slightly cold demeanor. The other was a simple-looking young warrior. He wore a yellow-brown vigorous attire, with large fists wrapped in layers of dark yellow bandages at the wrist and fist edge, embedded with sharp knuckle-dusters. If the distance closed in, the destructive power would be excessively fierce, not inferior to a mad tiger. After exchanging greetings, the two immediately engaged, each displaying their skills, showcasing their learned techniques to the fullest. One's swordsmanship was intricate and sharp, while the other was steady and firm, intercepting each sword strike with his knuckle-duster. In no time, they had already sparked some genuine fire. The swordsman in blue was forced to take a half-step back, his brows knit tightly. Suddenly, he let out a long whistle, his longsword ringing continuously, abruptly performing consecutive slashes forward. The sword weaponry roared, and the fierce sword qi spread out like raging waves, tearing toward the warrior ahead. Ordinary martial artists releasing Qi Force techniques would not compare to close-quarter combat, but this unleashed sword qi storm was more intense and dominant than swordsmanship clashes. On the left pavilion, an old man stroked his beard, praising: "This young hero Lin's mastery of the Beimang sword has nearly reached the transformative realm. This move, Raging Waves, though displayed at the eighth rank, would be difficult for typical seventh rank martial artists to withstand its sharp essence." Nearby, a swordsman in a blue-green long robe overheard, showing a hint of arrogance on his face, yet still shook his head humbly, saying: "His swordsmanship is still far off; within a breath, it's only thirteen swords. When he can reach nineteen swords, then it'll be deserving of the term 'pure mastery'." "However, the warrior from the Lishan Sect, his defensive stance is steady, resembling the might of stone and mountain; if he specializes in the Pan Mountain Technique in the future, his prospects are limitless." "Hahaha, the swordsman's praise is misplaced!" The old man couldn't help but laugh heartily. In a flash, several individuals jumped out, inviting sparring. The martial arts arena was large enough, preemptively divided by wooden walls akin to screens into numerous small sparring platforms, accommodating many people. After all, this venue was initially built for the newly-advanced middle third rank experts from various families and sects to spar and exchange skills, hence its size. Currently, most of those on the stage were teenage disciples from various families and sects, with martial arts cultivation above the eighth rank, and the seventh rank was also common, yet none had reached the sixth rank or higher. If done one by one, it might seem a tad wasteful. Meanwhile, this was also an unspoken consensus— Before truly showcasing the family foundation, let the younger disciples take the limelight first, making a mark in this vast Northwest Jianghu. The elders conversed with each other above, their eyes attentive to the movements on the stage, occasionally proud of their disciples' clever moves, or astounded by the opponent sect's solid martial arts, yet they didn't worry about whether their disciples would get injured during the sparring. Follow current novels on NoveI★Fire.net The martial artists acting as adjudicators from the Huangfu Family were indeed solid in strength, all elite sixth rank experts. Placed in a county-level Jianghu sect, they could already serve as elders and become the quasi-high-level in the sect, enjoying various privileges. And the elder hosting, with white hair and beard, and eyes carrying a hidden authority, was a renowned top expert in the Northwest for twenty to thirty years; even among the seven sects in the land, he could be considered an elder. His Wave Slaying Saber was reputed to have been personally reviewed by the Manor Master of The Number One Manor in the World, carrying a formidable reputation. Those few serving beneath him must respectfully greet him, addressing him as a senior. In a fight, they probably wouldn't be his match. With this venerable elder present, even if the younger ones did get heated, they couldn't cause much trouble. Wang Anfeng was positioned on the third floor of the thirteen-layer pavilion. The view was not great, fortunately, it wasn't crowded, and he could sit comfortably. He lightly tapped the railing with his right hand, watching the young men and women below each displaying their martial arts skills, confronting each other, listening to the surrounding Jianghu martial artists either praising, belittling, or regretting about these elite disciples from each sect, though all from a guiding standpoint. He felt a complex emotion in his heart. In truth, across the Great Qin Jianghu, there were similar martial arts tournaments, celebrations, or banquets in various county cities, like the Fufeng Grand Tournament, Wangxian County Young Phoenix Banquet, all with the aim of promoting new talents, passing on the torch. Yet, the sects and noble clans of a single county, no matter what, could not be compared with the decade-long martial arts tournament Wang Anfeng witnessed. Back then, it was merely sects from a few counties and states competing, but today's participating sects were colossal entities capable of dominating one of the seventeen counties in the Northwest. The disciples competing were all outstanding, even those who inadvertently lost could easily claim top three among peers in county-level contests.