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Before the words were finished, more than a hundred Young Masters orderly walked up to Li Mingqian. Among them was Wang Yi.
What surprised Wang Yi was that all of them were Late Stage of Insight martial artists, while those who did not participate were all Initial Stage of Insight.
"Look at the paper in your hands. If the number on your paper is odd, then your opponent will be even. Do you understand?" Li Mingqian said loudly.
"Understood," everyone replied in unison.
"Good, now the competition begins." Li Mingqian nodded and said, "Number one."
Before the words were finished, two young men stepped out from the crowd and transformed into two figures that appeared on the Arena. Everyone understood that one of them was number one and the other was number two.
Wang Yi looked down at the number in his hand: one hundred sixty-two, quite far back.
So, Wang Yi was not in a hurry; after all, watching others fight was also greatly beneficial to his own cultivation journey.
Both of these individuals were Late Stage of Insight in cultivation, and their strengths were quite similar. After dozens of exchanges, the second young man punched back the first young man, winning the first match.
Subsequently, the competition proceeded in an orderly manner.
"Number thirty-five," Li Mingqian called out loudly.
Before his words had finished, a tall and extraordinary-looking young man soared onto the stage; it was Ji Hong, who had a brief encounter with Wang Yi.
Below the stage, Wang Yi clearly sensed that Ji Hong's cultivation had reached Late Stage of Insight. However, it seemed he had just broken through and had not yet stabilized. Nevertheless, with his Zhuque Bloodline, he believed there were very few opponents at the same level who could match him.
Ji Hong's opponent was a young man around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. Facing Ji Hong, he did not dare to be careless. He struck out with one palm, immediately producing a purple light Palm Seal beneath his hand, which then emanated a majestic aura and carried a fierce Fist Force as it shot out.
"Boom!" Ji Hong showed no fear and struck out with a palm. The moment their palms made contact, a surge of Primordial Energy erupted, exploding between them with a loud bang.
The young man grunted, and a glimmer of light flashed from his fingertip Storage Ring. Suddenly, a sword appeared in his hand. With a swift motion, he slashed out, unleashing a sword aura that extended a hundred feet, radiating endless sword power as it lightning-fast sliced toward Ji Hong.
Although this sword strike was fierce, the Arena had already been enveloped by a barrier set up by Li Mingqian, a Void-Phase Late Stage expert. Therefore, with their combined strength, it was difficult to break through this layer of light, allowing the martial artists to confidently unleash their Martial Arts.
Ji Hong remained expressionless. His right palm reached out, engulfed in flames that covered his fingers. From a distance, it looked like a claw reaching for the hundred-foot sword aura.
"Crackling!"
Ji Hong's claw seemed to contain boundless power as he effortlessly grasped the sword aura. With a gentle squeeze, he crushed it into dust.
"Roar!" The young man's expression froze in anger as he leaped forward like a ghost, rushing toward Ji Hong.
In the blink of an eye, the young man appeared before Ji Hong and threw a punch. The force of his fist created a powerful Fist Wave that struck toward Ji Hong like a mountain.
Ji Hong's lips curled into a cold smile as he swiftly reached out with his fiery palm, immediately grasping the young man's fist.
Under the astonished gazes of the crowd, the flames on Ji Hong's claw surged like a tide, enveloping the young man's fist within them.
"Ah!" A piercing scream escaped the young man's lips as his fist was engulfed in flames, instantly burned clean without even a drop of blood spilling out.
"I concede! I concede!" The young man cried out in pain.
Ji Hong coldly smiled and waved his palm, sending the young man flying off the stage.
"Yuan'er, are you alright?" At that moment, an Elder with Long Beard rushed out and embraced the young man with concern written all over his face.
"Father, my hand is useless, my hand is useless," the young man shouted in pain.
"Hmph, in a sword duel, injuries are inevitable. If you are afraid, you can withdraw early." Li Mingqian coldly glanced at the young man, who immediately shut his mouth.
In response, Ji Hong remained calm and stepped down from the stage.
"Brother Ji has made great progress in cultivation!" Lin Xuan said with a smile.
"This little skill of mine is nothing in Brother Lin's eyes. Moreover, Brother Lin's Azure Dragon Claw is quite extraordinary as well!" Ji Hong replied nonchalantly.
"Although the Vermilion Bird Claw and Azure Dragon Claw have their similarities, the Vermilion Bird Fire burns everything. Who can withstand it?" Lin Xuan laughed.
"Brother Lin flatters me," Ji Hong said.
Wang Yi withdrew his gaze. He knew that the flames on Ji Hong's palm were the Vermilion Bird Fire, which was extremely powerful. The defeat of that person was not surprising at all.
"Kid, your main opponents this time are those from the Six Great True Spirit Families. As for the others, with your strength, you need not pay them any mind," Feng You said calmly.
Upon hearing this, Wang Yi fell silent.
However, Bian Burang and the others were astonished by these words and looked at Wang Yi in disbelief, asking, "Feng You, is this kid really that impressive? Can he be compared to Ji Hong and the others?"
"You'll find out soon enough," Feng You teased with a smile.
Hearing this, Bian Burang and the others were filled with confusion. In their eyes, although Wang Yi was a Late Stage of Insight warrior and perhaps surpassed many others, he was still far from being comparable to those from the Six Great True Spirit Families.
Soon after, Wu Qingling, Lin Xuan, and others defeated their opponents and qualified for the second round.
"Number 131!" At this moment, Li Mingqian shouted loudly.
Before the words had finished echoing, a young man in his twenties appeared on the Arena. The young man was tall and slender, with fair skin and an extraordinary appearance. His luxurious clothing indicated that he was of notable status. This person was Wang Hang, the Young Master of the Wang Family, at the Late Stage of Insight.
Wang Hang's opponent was also at the Late Stage of Insight, with rich combat experience. The sword in his hand glowed like a red cloud, flickering unpredictably. Each strike aimed directly at vital points on Wang Hang's body, and the cold light of the sword ruthlessly assaulted him, causing Wang Hang's expression to darken. Clearly, his opponent was much stronger than those faced by Lin Xuan and others.
However, Wang Hang was still the future head of the Qilin Family among the Six Great True Spirit Families, possessing remarkable strength that made it hard to find an equal among his peers.
Thus, encountering such a strong opponent only fueled his fighting spirit, and his combat effectiveness increased rapidly.
He did not use any weapons; relying solely on his fists, he forced his opponent to retreat repeatedly. The opponent's sword also faltered, and their attack power slowed down.
"Whoosh!" The young man shouted explosively, twisting his wrist lightly. He swung his sword like a long rainbow, and with a whoosh, it struck Wang Hang's arm. With a clang, sparks erupted.
The crowd gasped in amazement as they noticed that Wang Hang wore a protective sleeve on his arm, which allowed him to bravely take this blow.
"Wang Hang truly deserves to be called the best among the younger generation of the Wang Family; his strength is extraordinary!" Lian Cheng Jue remarked as he watched the vigorous Wang Hang on stage.
"Which disciple of the Six Great True Spirit Families is simple?" Bian Burang sneered. "Moreover, they clearly haven't activated their Bloodline powers. If they did, even against a martial artist at the Initial Stage of Insight, they would still have a fighting chance."
"That's right. The Six Great True Spirit Families have dominated Zhongzhou for thousands of years. If they lacked this level of strength, how could they stand firm?" Pu Shiren said with a smile.
"Fellow, how confident are you against him?" Feng You asked Wang Yi calmly, knowing he was also a descendant of the Qilin Family.
Although his voice was soft, there was a hint of interest in his words; after all, Feng You had seen Wang Yi's strength and knew it surpassed that of someone at the Late Stage of Insight.
"Feng You Old Ghost, are you mistaken? How could he possibly be Wang Hang's opponent?" Lian Cheng Jue scoffed.
"This guy's timing is certainly good, but compared to an opponent like Wang Hang, he probably doesn't even have a chance to save his life," Pu Shiren said with a hint of disdain.
"What if I defeat him?" Surprisingly, Wang Yi looked at Pu Shiren and asked calmly.
"Hmph, impossible. You're no match for Wang Hang," Pu Shiren sneered. "Competing with me would only be overestimating yourself and seeking your own death."
"Are you so sure?" Wang Yi asked lightly.
"Yes," Pu Shiren replied with a cold laugh. "Although the Spirit Spring is a good thing, with your strength, it's nearly impossible for you to qualify."
"If I defeat Wang Hang, you will agree to three of my requests. Do you dare?" Wang Yi's voice suddenly turned cold as he fixed his gaze on the Void-Phase Late Stage expert, unafraid.
"In this world, there is nothing I wouldn't dare. Fine, I accept your request. If you can defeat Wang Hang, I will grant you three requests," Pu Shiren said dismissively.
"Hmph!" At that moment, a cold snort abruptly sounded.
Wang Hang walked over coldly, his gaze icy as he stared at Wang Yi. "Do you want to challenge me?"
"Who is this person that dares to claim he can defeat Wang Hang?"
"I don't know, but seeing him with Feng You and Bian Burang, he must have an impressive background. He should be a Young Master from some faction, but I didn't expect him to have the guts to say he wants to defeat Wang Hang."
"I've never seen this person before; he must be a rookie who isn't afraid of tigers."
Everyone present was strong and perceptive; they overheard the conversation between Wang Yi and Pu Shiren and began to discuss it animatedly.
Wang Cheng also noticed the situation and focused on Wang Yi's ordinary face that had nothing remarkable about it. He was slightly taken aback as he felt a very familiar aura from Wang Yi—an aura he hadn't sensed in twenty years. It was an aura of blood being thicker than water.
"What is going on? Why do I feel this way?" Wang Cheng thought to himself as he looked at Wang Yi.
However, he couldn't find anything unusual about Wang Yi and assumed it was just his own illusion, so he didn't pay much attention to it.
Wang Yi looked at Wang Hang with a calm expression and said, "What is there to be afraid of?"
At this moment, Wang Yi possessed the strength to engage in a fierce battle with someone at the Late Stage of Insight. Coupled with the Sword of Slaughter, his power had reached a peak state.
Therefore, facing Wang Hang, Wang Yi was not afraid.
"Since that's the case, let's have a match," Wang Hang said, his expression darkening as he coldly looked at Wang Yi and asked, "What is your name?"
"You don't have the right to know," Wang Yi replied indifferently, showing that he didn't take Wang Hang seriously.
"Seeking death!" A fierce glint flashed in Wang Hang's eyes. He moved swiftly, extending his right hand and suddenly placing it on Wang Yi's shoulder.
"Hmph!" Wang Yi snorted coldly. With a surge of energy from his shoulder, he forcefully shook off Wang Hang's hand.
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