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Li Jianren's expression darkened, and he coldly snorted, "I will have Jin Qinghan and Chu Yixuan face off; after that, it will depend on you."
"Yes." Hearing this, Li Gang's eyebrows lifted with a hint of joy, and he cautiously said, "If Father has no further instructions, I will take my leave."
"Mm, go ahead." Li Jianren resumed his previous posture of lowering his head and furrowing his brows. Seeing his father wave him off, Li Gang quietly pushed the door open and left.
The next morning, Wang Yi and Niu Meng walked together to the square.
At this time, the crowd was bustling, surrounding the ten Dueling Platforms so tightly that not even a drop of water could pass through, with buzzing discussions filling the air.
As the two walked along, greetings were exchanged continuously; it seemed that Wang Yi's victory yesterday had truly won over some of the disciples.
Now both Wang Yi and Niu Meng had become popular contenders for the top ten in the competition, drawing significant attention.
Li Jianren, Xiao Renyi, and Zhou Deyu had already taken their seats on the platform.
The disciples participating in the second round quickly prepared themselves, waiting quietly for Li Jianren to make the announcement.
Li Jianren nodded slightly, standing up with an imposing presence. He walked to the front of the platform and declared, "The competition begins."
As his voice fell, the participating disciples began their matches in an orderly fashion, fighting for a place in the top ten. Those who made it into the top ten would receive Second-Rank Martial Techniques and elixirs, which were particularly valuable for disciples like Wang Yi.
Since fifty people entered the second round, a new draw was held, reducing the number of Dueling Platforms from ten to five.
Each platform would host ten participants across five matches.
Wang Yi was on the third Dueling Platform for the third match. His opponent was from Chu Yixuan's side and was at Transcendence Level Six—no weakling—but Wang Yi did not take him seriously. With his strength, securing a spot in the top ten was not difficult.
Niu Meng was at the second Dueling Platform, and he was pleased that he was up first. His opponent was a burly young man with thick eyebrows, at Transcendence Level Six, belonging to the Li Gang faction.
Although his opponent was strong, he was no match for Niu Meng, so he smoothly advanced to the third round.
Bai Mei Jin Qinghan still presented a cold demeanor, defeating his opponents with a single move. This made him a favorite among the top three contenders, leading everyone to speculate which of the three—Li Gang, Chu Yixuan, or Zhao Shanyu—would be defeated this time. However, all three were formidable and successfully advanced to the third round.
Time flew by, and soon it was Wang Yi's turn.
His opponent was a slender young man with long eyebrows and sunken eyes; he was not particularly handsome and belonged to the Zhao Shanyu faction.
The Slim Boy clearly knew that Wang Yi was not a Weakling. His eyes sparkled with intensity as he let out a light shout to intimidate Wang Yi. However, all of this was in vain. Wang Yi stomped his feet on the ground, and a powerful force surged from beneath him, dissipating the Slim Boy's momentum entirely.
"Why are you still standing there? Attack!" shouted a disciple from below.
The Slim Boy took a step forward and quickly closed in on Wang Yi. His already thin frame made him appear like a fleeting shadow, difficult to catch.
"Bang."
Wang Yi swung his right fist, striking the Slim Boy's palm without any obstruction. The sound of Gold Iron clashing echoed as their figures intertwined. Dust and debris flew up on the Dueling Platform, obscuring the view for the spectators below. Suddenly, two loud bangs were heard as both figures were sent flying into view.
Wang Yi felt somewhat surprised; although his opponent's strength wasn't great, his movements were quite peculiar—shifting left and right, appearing and disappearing—making it hard to discern his true form. He couldn't help but think, "This person must rely on this unique movement technique to achieve victories."
"Heh heh, I advise you to admit defeat; you won't be able to keep up with my speed," said the Slim Boy smugly. Despite his words, he felt uneasy; Wang Yi truly was a Dark Horse with immense strength. Each strike carried thousands of pounds of force and was ferocious. If it weren't for his family's inherited movement technique, he would have likely already lost.
"Let's see if you have what it takes," replied Wang Yi.
"Hmph, overestimating yourself, watch how I defeat you." Slim Boy, confident in his agility, immediately charged at Wang Yi, his fists sharp and unpredictable, striking fear into the hearts of onlookers.
"You finally arrived." A strange smile curved at the corner of Wang Yi's mouth. This sent a jolt through Slim Boy's mind, and he inwardly cursed himself for being late to react.
Wang Yi's palms swiftly spread apart, drifting like clouds and rain, the wind from his hands rising and falling as it swept through the air.
Pushing Cloud Palm!
Slim Boy immediately felt the airflow around him slow down, as if his feet were weighed down with lead; his usual agility came to a sudden halt.
Seizing this opportunity, Wang Yi's palms descended upon Slim Boy's shoulders with lightning speed.
Slim Boy panicked, his Vital Energy surging to its peak in an instant. However, Wang Yi's palm technique was astonishingly fast. In the moment of regret on Slim Boy's face, Wang Yi's palms struck down with two loud thuds. His body flew backward, blood spewing forth, and all his momentum dissipated.
Wang Yi emerged victorious!
"Impossible?" This phrase escaped simultaneously from Li Jianren and Xiao Renyi's lips. The two realized their blunder upon hearing the gasps from the crowd below.
Li Jianren snorted coldly and said, "The competition continues."
"How could Pushing Cloud Palm possess such power?" Xiao Renyi was still recovering from the shock, muttering to himself.
"He has comprehended the laws of martial arts. No, if that were true, his strength shouldn't be at this level," Li Jianren frowned but quickly dismissed his own speculation.
Xiao Renyi calmed himself and pondered for a long time before saying, "Could it be that he has just begun to comprehend martial arts?"
"Indeed, he has already touched upon a corner of martial arts," Zhou Deyu said with a smile as he stroked his beard.
"As expected, it's hard to believe that a low-level warrior from the Transcendence Realm has managed to grasp martial arts," Xiao Renyi's expression turned lonely. He thought to himself that even as a Transcendent Realm Expert, he had not touched upon the rules of martial arts, yet a junior had surpassed him. It seemed he was truly getting old; no wonder Zhou Shidi had the intention of taking this child as a disciple.
Li Jianren smiled slightly and said, "It seems our Kaiyang Sect's great cause is promising."
As time passed, the Outer Sect Disciples of Kaiyang Sect remained enthusiastic, and soon the top twenty-five outstanding participants emerged.
At noon, Li Jianren stood up, cleared his throat, and announced loudly, "Since there are twenty-five disciples entering the third round, we have one extra participant. Therefore, we will redraw lots. The first drawn will directly enter the top ten."
As his voice fell, the crowd erupted in noise. Everyone understood the implications of this statement, especially the disciples entering the next round who were sharpening their blades and clenching their fists, eager to draw the number "one."
Soon, the drawing was settled.
Niu Meng excitedly opened the slip of paper in his hand but immediately showed a face of disappointment and cursed, "Bastard! I really don't know which jerk drew number one." He then looked at Wang Yi, only to find Wang Yi staring at him with a strange expression.
Wang Yi forced a smile and said, "That jerk is me." He then opened his hand to reveal his slip of paper.
Niu Meng gasped and snatched the slip from Wang Yi's hand to take a look. His face turned astonished as he stared at him, causing Wang Yi to feel a chill down his back.
"Who drew number one?" Li Jianren asked loudly.
Li Gang and others looked around but saw Wang Yi stepping out from the crowd. He said, "Reporting to Elder, I drew number one." He handed over his slip of paper.
Li Jianren looked at Wang Yi with some surprise. With a wave of his hand, the slip flew into his grasp as if it had grown wings. "Hmm, good. You don't need to participate in this round; you advance directly."
"Wow..."
As the words fell, a gasp erupted from the audience. No one expected Wang Yi to draw this lot. Some disciples were quite resentful, but this was the elders' decision and could not be changed. They all sighed inwardly at how lucky Wang Yi was.
Niu Meng, seeing this, was extremely pleased. Looking at everyone, he laughed heartily and said, "Bastard, you can just envy me!" It seemed as if it was he who had advanced directly, not Wang Yi.
The disciples who did not draw this number were already unhappy, and hearing Niu Meng's words was like adding fuel to the fire. They glared at him angrily, but Niu Meng stared back without any concern. The crowd could only begrudgingly hold back their anger due to his strength.
"Let you be proud for a while longer..." Zhao Shanyu thought bitterly upon seeing Wang Yi advance directly. He glanced at Li Gang and noticed a cold smile at the corner of his mouth. He couldn't help but think, "It seems this is the scheme of Li Gang and his son. But I wonder what they are planning; do they intend to deal with Wang Yi in the next round?"
Soon, Chu Yixuan and Li Gang both advanced as well. Just when Niu Meng was growing impatient because it wasn't his turn yet, a loud voice came from the stage.
"The next match: Niu Meng vs. Lin Chao!"
"What?"
Lin Chao and Niu Meng exchanged surprised glances and almost simultaneously exclaimed. Only Li Gang had a strange smile on his face, his eyes narrowing as if he was pondering something.
"Haha, I didn't expect my opponent would be you!" After the surprise, Niu Meng punched Lin Chao on the shoulder and laughed heartily.
"I didn't expect it either, but don't think I'll go easy on you," Lin Chao replied, his eyes shining with vigorous fighting spirit. In his heart, he always regarded Niu Meng as a formidable opponent not to be underestimated.
In contrast to the surprise of the two, Chu Yixuan's gaze was cold as it fell on Li Gang.
Li Gang seemed to sense Chu Yixuan's gaze and smiled slightly, saying, "What a coincidence!"
"Hmph."
Chu Yixuan coldly snorted, flicked his sleeves, and turned his gaze back to Niu Meng and the others, saying, "You two should just keep it to a minimum." However, his gaze fell on Lin Chao.
Lin Chao understood and said, "Brother Chu, don't worry."
"Haha, Brother Chu, you can rest assured. This time I will definitely have a good match with Lin Shixiong." Niu Mengsheng was straightforward and did not notice Chu Yixuan's abnormality, but Wang Yi saw it clearly.
"Bastard, let's go." Niu Meng pulled Lin Chao up onto the Dueling Platform.
"Why?" Wang Yi stared at Chu Yixuan for a long time before asking.
"What does Wang Shidi mean?" Chu Yixuan replied with a calm smile.
"Why do you want Lin Chao to concede?" Under Chu Yixuan's composed gaze, Wang Yi finally voiced his doubts. His heart was even more perplexed; it was clear that Chu Yixuan had conveyed certain implications to Lin Chao, which were to let him lose to Niu Meng. However, what puzzled him was that Lin Chao actually agreed.
"Wang Shidi, don't blame me. Entering the top ten is merely about gaining some Martial Arts pills; this is not important for Lin Chao, but it is much more significant for Niu Meng, isn't it?" Chu Yixuan said.
Wang Yi did not find anything else in Chu Yixuan's eyes. He lowered his head and nodded slightly. Just as he was about to speak, he heard Chu Yixuan say, "Wang Shidi, be mindful tomorrow."
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