Against The Gods With An Anime System

After he and other two participants representing the Blue Wind Imperial Family returned to their seats, Qin Wushang came up to them and asked for their numbers. Mesa had pulled number 1505, Feng Bufan had number 1520 and Fang Feilong had number 1535.

"The numbers you have all picked, decides which area and what order you will fight in for the first group competition. 1505, 1520 and 1535 means that you are allocated to group 15 and will compete in Sword Discourse Arena number 15. Mesa Uchiha, your first match will be the fifth showing, and your first opponent is number 1545. Feng Bufan, your first match will be the second showing and your opponent is number 1550. Fang Feilong, your first match will be the seventh showing and your opponent is number 1517."

"The first round of group fights will continue for three days and there are 30 small groups in total. Within each group, there are an average of fifty or so disciples who will be taking part in the competition. Inside each area, two groups will battle against each other. All fifty competitors from each group will have to participate in twelve fights and the top ten ranked disciples from each group, which will come to a total of 300 disciples, will then enter the second round of group matches. The 1200 disciples who do not enter the second round will then move on to the subsequent area to take part in ranking fights. However, other than the affiliated sects, nobody will take notice of the ranking matches in this second area.

After this, Qin Wushang let out a deep sigh. This was because Blue Wind Imperial Family had always been transferred to the second competition area after the first round of group matches had ended. At least, for the few decades since he had been born, Blue Wind Imperial Family never had advance to the second round matches. The dreams of the being in the top 100 was so far away that it seemed to be forever unattainable.

"The second round of group matches will have a total of 300 competing disciples, and like before, it will continue for three days. Each disciple will have to finish 15 fights! After which, rankings will be made based on the number of fights each disciple wins. The first 100 spots will be listed, as well as the 32 strongest. Subsequently, those who did not make it into the top 100 will similarly be transferred to the secondary arena. In this secondary are, the rankings for the 33rd to the 100th place will be decided for the competitors. If there is anyone who is dissatisfied, they can challenge a competitor who is higher ranked than them in the secondary arena. The challenged must accept the challenge, and if the challenger wins, they will then take the ranking of the person who has lost. In the main arena, elimination matches for the thirty-two disciples who have won the most fights will then commence. These rankings, are all rankings of the participating disciples. The ranking of the sect forces, will be ranked based on the final rankings of their disciples."

Listening to Qin Wushang explain everything, Mesa was getting a little excited to fight in this tournament. He couldn't wait to show off in front of everyone. Looking around, he could see that every one of the Blue Wind Imperial Family group was getting anxious, except Cang Yue. She still held a calm demeanor, for she knew that this Tournament was already won by the Blue Wind Imperial Family, it was just a matter of time. As they discussing amongst themselves, they heard Ling Wugou's voice once more resounding through the air, this time he went on to explain the rules of the tournament.

"During a battle, a person will lose if they fall to the ground and don't get up for more than ten seconds or when they concede the match! If any competitor takes more than thirty second to get up on the stage when their name is called, no matter for what reason, will be seen as admitting defeat. Now, this old man declares that the Blue Wind Ranking Tournament has officially begun!"

After Ling Wugou's voice fell, a large area of profound energy fluctuation came from all around. On top of the thirty small Sword Discourse Arenas, transparent profound energy protective screens appeared simultaneously. These profound energy barriers could isolate the two competitors such that their profound energy would not affect the surroundings when both parties were in combat. At the same time, to a certain extent, it also sets a restriction on the area in which both parties would fight. Thirty middle aged men flew up and descended to the side of the thirty small Sword Discourse Arenas. These were the referees for the first round of small group matches.

As this was going on, Fen Juebi came up to Fen Juecheng and whispered into his ear: "We've found out Mesa Uchiha competitor's number. He will be competing on Sword Discourse Stage 15, and his number is 1505. His next few opponents have all been briefed. Under the circ.u.mstance that they can't kill him, they will trash him as hard as they possibly can to ensure that he can't hold on until the second round before he loses half his life. No, he might even have lost a few limbs after the first stage for all we know."

Fen Juecheng nodded slowly to Fen Juebi. Though his plan to sabotage and/or kill Mesa Uchiha is now in motion, he still wasn't satisfied at all. Not until his corpse was lying before his feet and he could show it to Cang Yue, before he killed her himself.

15 minutes had passed and Mesa was looking around, waiting for his match. Looking over to the ninth Sword Discourse Arena, 3 matches have already been concluded. The fourth match was just beginning and Xia Qingyue, who was wearing a veil, came up to the stage, her appearance had attracted all the audience's attention. Her opponent was Illusory Sword Clan's Han Yunzhi. The battle ended very quickly, as Han Yunzhi used his ultimate move, 'Sword of Three Lives', against her. This move condensed his power into three swords that he sent at her. But Xia Qingyue, with a wave of her hand, froze all three swords and shattered them. She also managed to nearly freeze Han Yunzhi. In his near ice statue state, he barely managed to spit out: "I…admit…defeat."

Xia Yuanba, was completely enamored with his sister's power. Yun Che was also entranced by it and simultaneously sad that they were no longer married. Mesa on the hand was a bit impressed with how fast and efficiently she ended this match. And pretty soon he heard his name come up.

"Group 15, fifth match, Blue Wind Imperial Family's 'Mesa Uchiha' vs. Southern Jade Cloud Faction's 'Fu Yanjie'!"

Hearing his name being called up, Mesa stood up and calmly walked over to the stage. Along the way, he heard sneers and laughter coming from the audience, mocking him and praising his opponent for being lucky that Mesa is his first opponent, but he didn't care one bit about them. Walking on the stage, he saw his opponent standing there. His first opponent had wide shoulders and a round waist, as well as a robust frame. And he had huge eight-foot-long machete in his hands. What was noteworthy though, was the look of disdain and cruelty in his eyes and the mocking sneer on his mouth.

In the seating area of Burning Heaven Clan, Fen Juebi said while laughing heartily: "Big bro, just sit back and watch the show. This person had already been especially informed. He won't give Mesa Uchiha any chance to surrender. He will chop off one of his arms as fast as possible, and then give him a slice on the face along the way."

Fen Juecheng on the other hand was not responding to him. His full attention was on Mesa. He didn't want to miss seeing how he would fight for a single second.

"MATCH START!"

Said the referee. Fu Yanjie's was ferociously swinging his enormous blade, carrying a gust wind with it. He looked at Mesa and in midst of sneering, said in a very low voice: "Mesa Uchiha, consider it your misfortune to have met me. Obediently….."

That was as far as he got, before he suddenly dropped to the ground unconscious. The match hadn't even been going on for 3 seconds before it was over and everyone watching was in shock. The reason was that, from the moment that Mesa stood up from his seat, his hands never left his pockets. And yet somehow, he managed to knock his opponent unconscious from across the arena without moving a muscle or ever touching him. Looking at his opponent lying unconscious on the ground, Mesa looked over to the seating area of the Burning Heaven Clan. And in particular to Fen Juecheng with a look that said.

'Really Shinji, this is the best you could come up with?'

The referee was even looking at the whole match in shock. He had never seen someone knock someone unconscious without ever touching them. As he was still in a daze about it all, a voice woke him up from his daze.

"Hey ref, that guy has been down for more than ten seconds. I believe this is my win." Said Mesa to the referee.

"Oh…right, right! Fu Yanji has been down for more than ten seconds! Blue Wind Imperial Family's Mesa Uchiha wins!"

As Mesa leisurely walked down the stage back to his seat, never once having taken his hands out of his pockets, the audience who were expecting Fu Yanji to one-sidedly beat him, were in shock.

Back at the seating area of the Burning Heaven Clan. Fen Juebi was in complete shock at how Mesa could win like that. Fen Juecheng himself wasn't faring any better. Especially after the match, when Mesa looked over at him, he could see in his gaze that he was disappointed that his plan to kill and/or injure him were so… boring to him. The glass of wine that he was holding in his hands was pulverized to dust as he squeezed it so hard.

"Seems like we've underestimated this Mesa Uchiha. No matter what, he's only a laughable level 5 Spirit Profound Realm. It's obvious that Fu Yanjie lost because he underestimated the enemy too much and was too unlucky. If nothing unexpected happens, Mesa Uchiha's next opponent will be Fu Yanjie's twin brother. His profound strength is even one rank higher than Fu Yanjie and would definitely not let him have any more strokes of luck." Said Fen Juebi in disdain.

As the matches were proceeding along smoothly, it was Mesa's turn once again.

Group 15, fifth match. Blue Wind Imperial Family's 'Mesa Uchiha' vs. Southern Jade Cloud Faction's 'Fu Yinjie'!"

Coming up to the stage, besides the opponent's clothes. Everything else about his second opponent looked exactly the same as his first opponent. They even wielded the same weapon, a giant-ass machete.

"MATCH START!"

"This daddy here is Fu Yinjie! You actually dared to…<painful groan>" Was as far as he got, before Mesa in a show of blinding speed, appeared behind Fu Yinjie and Vulcan nerve pinched him unconscious. This time though, the referee was more prepared than the first time and waited ten seconds before declaring the match result.

"Fu Yinji has been down for more than ten seconds! Blue Wind Imperial Family's Mesa Uchiha wins!"

Mesa who was still standing there in the arena, just leisurely walked right back to his seat.

'Man, this is boring. I hope this preliminary rounds end soon. And that Shinji can come up with something better to try and kill me. I want something to excite me before I get to the final 32.' Thought Mesa as he walked back to his seat.

Fen Juecheng was absolutely boiling in anger as he saw how easily Mesa won his second round. This time he showed off his amazing speed, that he had no way of keeping up with. One moment he was watching Mesa intently to see what he would do and hearing but not listening to Fu Yinji's speech. And the next moment, Mesa was gone and he heard a thud. Looking over to the source of the sound, he saw that Fu Yinji was lying on the ground unconscious with Mesa standing above him. He never once saw him move.

At this point, even the audience were doubting Mesa strength.

"Father, did you see that?" Said Ling Yun to his father as he watched both of Mesa's matches. He was, like the rest, thoroughly shocked at how Mesa knocked his opponent unconscious without ever touching him. And during the second match, he was shocked at his speed. Even he, who is the 'strongest' of all the participants of the tournament, couldn't see him move.

"Mmm." Ling Yuefeng nodded slightly. "He's indeed astounding. He has even exceeded my expectations."

'How is he this fast?! I didn't even see him move!' Thought Ling Yuefeng in shock, even though he kept a composed face on the outside.