Fantasy: I Became Invincible By Editing Narratives

This scene made Chen Beixuan feel frustrated and angry!

If you hadn't intercepted my opportunity, I would have been the center of attention!

The faster you bounce now, the faster you'll die later!

Chen Beixuan wished that Wang Qingxuan would kill Shen Ran immediately.

As soon as he caught sight of Shen Ran, his fury rose.

The Reincarnation Emperor, who had been reborn, was robbed of several opportunities unexpectedly!

If not for an accident, he would have already broken through to the Illumination Realm!

But now, this person held the opportunity that should have belonged to him and welcomed the cheers that should have belonged to him.

How could Chen Beixuan not feel wretched?!

After Shen Ran was gone, the tournament in the ring continued.

There was nothing eye-catching about the subsequent matches.

After all, most of the inner sect disciples were mostly at the Divine Sea Realm cultivation.

Even if there were those at the seventh or eighth level of the Divine Sea Realm cultivation, there were only one or two from each peak.

The probability of encountering them among so many disciples was very small.

Soon, "Number 1001, Wang Qingxuan!"

As the ring elder's voice sounded, the disciples in the entire ring square exclaimed.

"It's Senior Brother Wang!"

"I wonder who will be selected to be Senior Brother Wang's opponent?!"

"Haha, Senior Brother Wang's opponent will probably admit defeat immediately!"

…

As expected, after the elder announced Wang Qingxuan's opponent, that person immediately abdicated and conceded defeat.

It seemed like a farce.

Under the intense circumstances, many disciples started laughing.

Before Wang Qingxuan could get up, he heard the elder announce that he had won the competition.

It was followed by another regular round of ring matches until an hour later.

"Number 11540, Meng Ling!"

Immediately, Meng Ling, who was dressed as a scholar, stepped into the ring in a flash.

His opponent was a genius at the fourth peak of the ninth level of the Divine Sea Realm.

However, in comparison with a Dao Seed genius like Meng Ling, he paled in comparison.

But even when this person admitted defeat, he was the first to attack.

Seeing this, Meng Ling took a step with his right foot and immediately, the entire ring rumbled.

It was as if a wave of air had spread violently from the surroundings.

Although Meng Ling's body did not move, this wave of air formed a terrifying pressure and pounced towards his opponent!

Just for a moment, that disciple was shocked by the blast and blood flowed out of his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose.

"I admit defeat…"

This person immediately spoke without hesitation, afraid that he would die on the spot!

"Meng Ling wins!"

The ring elder spoke slowly, his face expressionless.

After he finished speaking, he cleared his throat and called for the next pair of disciples.

"Number 12753, Ji Qinglin!"

Ji Qinglin's opponent was a third level Divine Sea disciple.

He did not even go to the ring and admitted defeat.

Soon, the first round of the ring tournament was over.

Among the 10,000 inner sect disciples, only 5,000 successfully advanced.

Almost everyone below the fourth level of the Divine Sea Realm had been eliminated!

Those who remained were all quite strong.

They were at least at the fourth level of the Divine Sea Realm!

"Now, I announce the start of the second round!"

"Number 78 against Number 321."

As the elder in the ring spoke, two figures flew up from the crowd.

A man and a woman.

The woman was Wan Qingqing from the Ninth Summit.

Seeing Wan Qingqing appear, Shen Ran perked up.

When he was still on the Ninth Summit, Wan Qingqing, the only daughter of Peak Master Wan Ziling, was a genius of the Ninth Summit!

Seeing Wan Qingqing go on stage, Shen Ran smiled. "It's been a while. I didn't expect Qingqing to break through to the eighth level of the Divine Sea Realm."

Wan Qingqing's opponent's cultivation was similar, also at the eighth level of the Divine Sea Realm!

After the two of them went on stage, they immediately fought.

Both parties did their best.

The aftershock caused by the collision shook the ring and the air waves rolled!

They used all kinds of divine abilities.

The two of them were locked in the fight!

The disciples below the ring shouted in excitement.

"I didn't expect Junior Sister Wan of the Ninth Summit to also be at the eighth level of the Divine Sea Realm."

"This talent is already not bad!"

"However, Wan Qingqing's opponent is Senior Brother Zheng from the Seventh Summit. I wonder who will win?"

"I think highly of Junior Sister Wan."

"I think Senior Brother Zheng has a high chance of winning."

…

He listened to the discussions of the disciples around him.

Then he looked away.

He had expected the outcome.

Wan Qingqing would win.

As for the reason, the Ninth Summit's Peak Master, Wan Ziling would definitely not let her daughter, Wan Qingqing advance to the second round of the competition.

She must have given the Dharma treasure to her.

Shen Ran's guess was right.

Not long after he retracted his gaze, Wan Qingqing relied on her Dharma treasure to defeat her opponent and obtain victory.

As Wan Qingqing won the competition, the elder spoke again.

This time, his name was called.

"Number 700, Shen Ran!"

His opponent was a seventh-level Divine Sea disciple.

His strength was not weak.

In this large group of inner sect disciples with fourth-level Divine Sea cultivation, he was considered outstanding.

Shen Ran was about to go on into the ring.

However, his opponent immediately admitted defeat!

"I admit defeat…"

He sat down again after just lifting his butt.

He had to continue waiting.

He knew that ever since he defeated Lei Yaoyue, he had shocked everyone.

Ordinary Divine Sea Realm disciples did not wish to meet him as an opponent!

If they met him, they would admit defeat.

No kidding, even Lei Yaoyue, who had broken through to the Illumination Realm, was not Shen Ran's match.

They were even less so.

If they went into the ring, they probably wouldn't be able to withstand a single move. It would be an embarrassment.

They might as well admit defeat.