In Another World With Common Sense 23 Fight For The Throne

The silent crowd suddenly became noisy again, all of them surprised that Zou Jing was beaten by a previously unknown disciple.

"That guy really beat Zou Jing!! I can't believe it!!"

"I think his name was Long Ding?"

"Seems like we will have either a new inner disciple or a new fifth place."

If outer disciples enter the top ten, they can still choose to remain in the outer sect if they want to. Not that much people did that, and the ones that did simply enjoyed the authority they had in the outer sect, while they would simple be average on the inner one.

It was somewhat like repeating a grade on purpose even though you already know everything to be the smartest in your cla.s.s instead of a average student on the next grade. Noah obviously didn't had any intention of doing that.
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"Winner, Long Ding!!" Announced the judge elder while the crowd slowly turned to normal. They didn't had any huge reactions like they did with Xiao Long, and only slightly cared about Noah beating the fifth place. Noah observed that they always pay too much attention to the protagonist, and for unknown reasons always treat him bad. It was very unnatural, almost like some invisible force was guiding them to do it.

Noah shook his head and threw that out of his mind, starting to think about the fight that happened just now while going out of the stage. Zou Jing was only beaten so easily because he was very affected by Xiao Long.

If he stayed calm all the time and just defended, It would turn into a battle of attrition, since Noah couldn't go past his defenses nor could Zou Jing hit Noah because of his speed. Zou Jing was tired both physically and mentally, or else who knows how many kicks he could take.

Noah only trained a little after all, even if his talent was above than average, it was not on Xiao Long level. He couldn't just easily beat Zou Jing who trained for at least a year by training for some weeks, he only managed to do that because of his plan.

Noah sat back on his seat on the crowd, silently watching the next fights with his arms crossed. The people next to him sent glances his way sometimes, unlike before where they ignored him.

Battles continued to happen, mainly disciples who challenged the tenth to seventh place. They were all trying to enter the inner sect, and they aimed for the lower rankings since most people who reached the lower ranks don't have that much experience or strength.

From the sixth place upwards it was hard to enter the rankings because these were either the veterans who stayed in the outer sect for a long time just for the sake of being the best in it or incredibly talented new disciples that wanted to show off how strong they were. For Noah, fighting for first place was pointless, the only thing you would earn is the respect of the outer sect and maybe a special pill or two. It was not worth the trouble when you could just get tenth place and go to the inner sect to get way more benefits.

Noah was not busy, because few people even dared challenge the sixth place, much less him. And the very daring ones would aim for stuff like the third place upwards, nothing to do with him.

As the fights happened one by one, Noah felt the calm before the storm. He felt that the fight between Xiao Long and the first place was coming.

The fight for the throne.