Infinite Providence: The First Legendary Death Supreme!

Ken and the rest of the elders focused on the official disciples who were about to fight. Kirill and Wang.

This battle ought to be the most interesting, as it had some of the strongest and most promising disciples, official disciples.

To this day, most have never even heard of their existence, and contrary to what one would believe from their ethereal and illusory appearances, they were kind to all and treated everyone like little brothers, not having the kind of arrogance and pride that they could wear without any question.

And to add to that, these very same disciples were going to participate and fight in this competition against newly admitted disciples as if their ranks meant nothing.

But in reality, in front of the elders and such enticing rewards, there was no distinction between disciples, and certainly not in this sect.

Still, such an event only happened once in a lifetime, and most of the outer sect disciples, as well as the inner sect disciples, will never get to see these official disciples for life.

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"Young men, are you ready?" The elder who was in charge of the official disciples match was a middle-aged man with a very warm smile.

"Elder Goden." The disciples bowed towards the man, and once they saw him nod, they replied.

"We are indeed ready to start at any time." They replied in unison.

The long dark hair of the elder wearing a red cultivation robe flew with the wind as tension rose in this section.

He was still floating in the sky serenely as he put his hands in his sleeves and, with a loud voice, announced the start of the match.

"Then you may start!"

Kirill and Wang, hearing these words, looked at each other and took their stance.

Kirill bumped his fists and walked confidently, his smile wide and his face crazed, unlike just a second ago.

Wang, on the other hand, closed his eyes and opened his palms wide before taking a defensive stance.

His left leg slid forward, and his right arm faced the side; his senses were all alert, and his left hand, following his leg, was facing Kirill.

Kirill took a step and then another and then another, and then his figure started flashing rapidly before 3 figures completely identical to his appeared in the same place before they attacked Wang from all sides.

*BOOOM*

Just as Kirill launched himself at maximum speed, Wang hit the ground with his leg, and the entire arena quaked.

*SLAM*

In a second, one of Kirill's clones was slammed by a wind palm and disintegrated, and then Wang disappeared from his place.

Another clone of Kirill that was attacking him from his right stopped upon noticing Wang's disapeparance, howeve,r before he could react, Wang slashed him with his palm from behind.

Now, there was only Kirill's true body, which was nowhere to be seen, and a clone that Wang could clearly see through from its flaws of existence.

His senses, which could catch clues the normal foundation establishment expert couldn't with his eyes, could easily distinguish the clone from the real.

But Kirill's intentions were to just buy time for himself to completely disappear from Wang's senses.

Kirill's clone looked at Wang and stopped in his place, then the clone smiled and disappeared willingly.

At this time, Wang, who couldn't see with his eyes closed, sensed something amiss, and in a flash, moved from his place.

*BANG* *BOOOOM*

The place where they were was slammed by something heavy; a punch from a maniac trained by a maniac was nothing to scoff at, but the arena was able to hold on.

Ken, watching all of this unfold in no less than 3 seconds, couldn't help but squint his eyes.

The techniques at the moment were powerful in might and their speed incomprehensible, but they were nothing too crazy; however, there were some things underneath common sense that made him sure that he cannot beat these monsters as he is now.

No way, not with his 6 months of experience as a cultivator.

Kirill stopped in his place, and Wang did too.

This made Ken understand something.

that the clone attack, the disappearance, and all that followed were all in preparation for that single attack.

A long-planned move that lasted a limited duration for a single attack.

Had it been anyone else, if they were to have even a single millisecond delay against the clones, they would be beaten to a pulp by that strike, but Wang couldn't be taken out by such a lousy plan.

That was the intro; now, it was time for the real stuff.

Kirill and Wang faced each other and stood still in their places for a second or two, and then...

*BOom* *BOoM*

*Slam* *Fwsh* *Thud* *BOOM*

The two attacked each other head-on. Kirill first launched a direct fist that was stopped easily by Wangt's palm, then the latter retaliated with a sweeping palm strike, which Kirill dodged by crouching to the ground.

A low kick hit Wang's legs, but the man used it to flip himself upside down; now with his head downwards and legs upwards, he attacked Kirill, who was recovering from his crouch, with a deafening kick.

*Fwshhh*

Kirill was launched behind at a crazy speed by Wang's kick, and the latter didn't give him any time and launched himself straight at him.

Kirill used his hands to catch himself, then flipped a few times back, and by the time he recovered, Wang was right in front of him.

Raising his hands, he blocked the incoming palm and then a kick to his head by crouching to the left before he threw two quick punches towards Wang, which were redirected by his palms, which moved with the wind.

*Slam* *Thud* *Thud* *Boom* *Thud* *Slam*

The attacks went back and forth at an amazing speed as the spectators couldn't help but hold their breaths.

barely 10 seconds had gone since the start of the match and things had already gotten so heated up.

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