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Li Gang walked out with great enthusiasm and loudly declared, "Brothers, I will announce the rules for this competition. Now, please come up to the Dueling Platform, Wang Yi and Wang Zhou." His voice was high and resonant, echoing throughout the square and ringing in everyone's ears. The strength of a peak Transcendence Level Six warrior was unmistakable at that moment.
As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Yi leaped onto the Dueling Platform, standing on one side and staring intently at the round figure of Wang Zhou. A strong sense of battle intent filled the Dueling Platform, and a fierce contest was about to begin.
Li Gang was quite pleased with his earlier performance; at least he felt greatly satisfied. He then smiled and said, "Now I will announce the competition rules."
"The first rule: During the competition, you may voluntarily concede."
"The second rule: The first one to fall off the Dueling Platform loses."
"The third rule: The competition ends when a point is reached; no killing is allowed."
These three rules were essentially the regulations of the Kaiyang Sect's grand competition. As for the last rule, it was established out of concern that disciples might seek revenge during the contest. It should be noted that there were significant conflicts among the disciples, which the Sect allowed in hopes of fostering their fighting spirit.
Otherwise, wouldn’t it be embarrassing for the Sect? The prosperity of a Sect relies on its disciples, especially those with exceptional talents. Any loss of such disciples would be a significant blow!
"Now I declare the competition to begin."
With Li Gang's final announcement, all the disciples instantly became excited, their cheers rising like waves, one after another, echoing continuously and even reaching into the Inner Sect.
Inside the Foreign Affairs Hall, Zhou Deyu, who was resting in a recliner, perked up at the sound and his eyes sparkled with interest. "What is happening outside?"
"Reporting to Elder, Outer Sect Disciples Wang Yi and Wang Zhou are currently battling on the Dueling Platform," a Disciple of the Sword said respectfully as he entered.
"Wang Yi? Is he that new Elite Disciple?" Zhou Deyu asked.
"Indeed it is him," replied the Disciple of the Sword, his gaze fervent. At that moment, he wished he could fly out to witness this spectacle. After all, such lively scenes were rare in the Outer Sect except during the grand competition held every three years.
"Oh, you should go take a look too," Zhou Deyu said, as if seeing through the thoughts of the Disciple of the Sword.
The Disciple of the Sword was overjoyed. "Thank you, Elder." He turned and ran out with Blade Disciple.
"Interesting, a fourth-level disciple actually challenging a fifth-level one," Zhou Deyu said, a hint of interest appearing on his old face.
On the Dueling Platform.
Wang Zhou smiled calmly and clasped his fists. "Wang Shidi, please give me your guidance." In his eyes, Wang Yi was merely a grasshopper that jumped a bit higher; he could crush this grasshopper effortlessly with just a finger.
"Wang Zhou, it's time for you to pay your debt," Wang Yi said coldly. Since he had already stood on this Dueling Platform with Wang Zhou, it indicated that their relationship was completely severed, with no trace of affection remaining.
"Then let me see what skills you have to defeat me. Don't think that just because you defeated Chen Cheng, you can defeat me," Wang Zhou said, his fleshy face cold and his gaze chilling, while his bulky body made him appear intimidating.
Seeing that Wang Yi had no intention of making a move, Wang Zhou felt a bit anxious. Under the blazing sun, sweat poured down his already plump body. He wiped the sweat from his brow and suddenly let out a roar, clenching his hands and bending his body like a spring as he shot towards Wang Yi.
Though his body was fat, his speed was not slow; in fact, it was quite fast. The distance of seven or eight meters was covered in an instant.
His fists struck out with incredible speed, carrying a gust of cold wind straight at Wang Yi's face. Wang Yi's gaze was sharp; he lightly shifted his foot and watched the fierce punch coming at him. He leaned to the side just in time to hear the rush of wind from the punch.
"Want to dodge?" Wang Zhou's already narrow eyes squinted into slits; no one could tell what he was thinking as his fist smashed towards Wang Yi's neck with overwhelming force.
Every punch aimed directly at Wang Yi's vital points—his face, neck, chest—each strike seemed intent on knocking him down to the ground.
Wang Yi moved agilely, dodging each punch that seemed perilous at every turn.
As one of Wang Zhou's punches missed its target, his fleshy face trembled. He shouted angrily, "Wang Yi, aren't you trying to defeat me? Come on!"
"Defeat him."
"Give him a good beating!"
Zhao Shanyu's faction looked at Wang Zhou with unmatched authority, each one as energized as if they had been injected with adrenaline, their faces flushed as they shouted.
"Go for it."
"Strike!"
Chu Yixuan and Li Gang's factions fully supported Wang Yi. Seeing that Wang Yi was merely dodging and clearly at a disadvantage, they were anxious and sweating profusely, wishing they could step in for Wang Yi; all their fortunes were riding on him. If Wang Yi lost, they would have nowhere to cry.
Niu Meng pushed through the crowd like an iron tower, his right hand clenched into a fist as he shouted loudly, "Wang Yi, take down that fat guy!"
"Yes, beat that fat guy to death."
The disciples below all had flushed faces, waving their fists, their shouts overwhelming the earlier voices.
Wang Zhou remained unfazed, swinging his fist toward Wang Yi's cheek as he yelled, "Wang Yi, come on!"
Wang Yi once again dodged a punch, retaliating with a right hook that struck Wang Zhou's chest like a fierce dragon, causing the latter to stagger backward.
Wang Yi would not let this opportunity slip away. He leaned forward, unleashing a torrent of punches like waves crashing in. Five shadowy fists appeared in the air, descending fiercely upon Wang Zhou.
"What? Transcendence Level Five."
"This can't be happening?"
"No way!"
"I'm done for, my twenty Yuan Stone!"
The group led by Zhao Shanyu was filled with voices of regret, each one lamenting their decisions.
Zhao Shanyu's expression darkened as he saw five shadowy fists, his hands clenched tightly, blood seeping from his palms. If Wang Zhou lost, he would suffer a significant loss.
In contrast, the factions of Li Gang and Chu Yixuan were all smiles, brimming with excitement, unable to contain their enthusiasm, their cheers echoing loudly.
"Haha, Bastard Egg, I knew my brother wouldn't lose," Niu Meng laughed heartily.
"It seems I underestimated him before," Chu Yixuan exhaled, a smile of joy on his face. Seeing Zhao Shanyu's bloodied expression made him even happier.
"Hahaha, we're going to profit this time," Li Gang said proudly. "I didn't expect that Wang Yi still has some skills."
Just as Li Gang and Chu Yixuan's side was filled with excitement, another astonishing scene unfolded on the Dueling Platform.
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