The first day of the competition concluded.
Except for the stunning opening by Ling'er, the performances of the other disciples were standard and unremarkable. Most stood dozens of yards apart, simply hurling sword energy or various dharma tools at one another.
It was the first time Fang Yang had witnessed a proper duel between righteous cultivators. Initially, he found it quite interesting—the vibrant colors and the lively spectacle. But as he kept watching, he couldn't help but yawn. It was just like the Hollywood blockbusters from his past life: maxed-out special effects but a hollow plot. At first, it was a visual treat, but after a while, it became nothing more than a mindless, assembly-line product.
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