The results of the Feng Fan Battle determine the number of slots for Intermediate Deacons within the sect that each of the Eight Peaks can obtain.
The first-place peak will secure ten slots, the second-place nine, and the tenth-place one.
The number of Deacons, in turn, determines the authority and resource allocation for each peak.
Under this incentive system, when facing Protectors from other peaks, the Grand Elder will undoubtedly be as ruthless as possible.
Eliminating one more means creating an opportunity for a Protector from his own peak.
"In the next round, you will have to withstand four moves from the Grand Elder. In each subsequent round, you will have to withstand one more move. This will continue until only ten of you remain…"
On the stone platform, the hundred Protectors, including Qian Duoduo, quietly listened as Ancestor Zeng explained the rules of the elite competition, contemplating how to withstand the attacks of the Grand Elders.
"Our several Peak Masters are curious to see how many rounds of attacks you can withstand from the Grand Elders. The top ten Protectors will then draw lots for one-on-one matches to determine the top three."
After Ancestor Zeng finished speaking, eight Martial Arts Stages appeared around Qian Duoduo and the others.
Eight figures swept down from the high platform and landed on the Martial Arts Stages.
These eight individuals were precisely the Grand Elders of the Eight Peaks.
Among the eight, Qian Duoduo only recognized Zeng Zifang from Nose Peak and Teng Libin from Right Eyebrow Peak.
In front of each of the eight Grand Elders was a bamboo tube.
The bamboo tube contained nearly a hundred bamboo slips, with the names of the participants written on them.
The Grand Elders stomped their feet on the Martial Arts Stage, and a bamboo slip jumped out of the bamboo tube.
The Grand Elder then called out the name on it.
Chang Zhijin, Xue Zhuyan, Cheng Ling'er…
Upon hearing their names, the Protectors quickly flew to their designated Martial Arts Stages.
"Fei Ming!"
Suddenly, Qian Duoduo heard Zeng Zifang lazily call out.
Fei Ming was startled.
He first glanced at Qian Duoduo, then loudly replied:
"Here!"
He could have flown directly to the Martial Arts Stage where Zeng Zifang was, but he deliberately took a detour, walked to Qian Duoduo's side, and whispered with his Spiritual Awareness:
"Senior Brother, I'm going first."
This guy was full of schemes; he probably heard somewhere about Qian Duoduo and Zeng Zifang's ambiguous relationship and wanted to get some brilliant advice from Qian Duoduo.
"Use the Corpse Puppets to block; I'll compensate you for whatever is damaged."
Zeng Zifang used the Nine-Section Poison Whip; with one whip, Fei Ming would surely be defeated.
If Fei Ming put Corpse Puppets in front, Zeng Zifang would definitely clear the Corpse Puppets first.
Fei Ming's spirits lifted, and as he nodded, he took out his Flying Sword and flew to Zeng Zifang's Martial Arts Stage.
His detour made him the last Protector to take his position.
Zeng Zifang, annoyed by his slow movements, glared at him with disdain.
"Dong!"
A drum sounded, and the competitions on all eight Martial Arts Stages began simultaneously.
As soon as the drum sounded, Fei Ming immediately summoned three Foundation Establishment Middle Stage Corpse Puppets to block in front of him.
He held a Soul Shield in his left hand and a Soul Whip in his right, hiding behind the Corpse Puppets.
Qian Duoduo's eyes were fixed on Zeng Zifang; he was no less nervous than Fei Ming himself.
Fei Ming's combat strategy was also their strategy for later.
How far they could take Guan Xuansheng, Ming Huanhuan, and Fei Ming depended on whether this strategy was effective.
Zeng Zifang rubbed her right thumb and forefinger together, and the Senior Dan Artifact, the Nine-Section Poison Whip, appeared in her hand.
This wicked woman was using the Magic Treasure Qian Duoduo sold her to show off her power!
Qian Duoduo felt a little worried for Fei Ming, regretting not telling him to surrender quickly if he really couldn't hold on.
However, on second thought, given his shrewd personality, he probably wouldn't need to be told.
Zeng Zifang flicked her hand, "Swoosh!"
The Nine-Section Poison Whip cut a sharp sound through the air as it lashed towards Fei Ming.
Fei Ming activated the Corpse Puppets, raising their Zombie Blood Claws to protect their bodies.
Although Fei Ming used his Soul Shield to slow down Zeng Zifang's Nine-Section Poison Whip, the poisonous whip still landed heavily on the heads of the three Corpse Puppets.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
Despite wearing Bronze Puppet Armor, the Corpse Puppets' heads still exploded like three ripe watermelons.
Seeing this scene, Guan Xuansheng, Ming Huanhuan, and the others stood up nervously.
