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A moment passed quickly, and with Elder Ge personally striking the gong, the most anticipated segment of the Martial Arts Selection Tournament officially began.
Since the contestants would be fighting in ten different Arenas, and aside from the four stands, it was difficult for the audience in the square to see all the battles. Therefore, apart from a few friends and family supporting them, they moved around and eventually gathered in front of the most exciting Arena.
As a result, some Arenas were crowded with people while others had only a few spectators.
The seventh Arena, Geng Arena.
At this moment, Geng Arena was packed with a sea of people, occupying nearly two-thirds of all the spectators. The remaining third was scattered across the other nine Arenas, likely lingering there due to some connection with the fighters on stage.
"Ye Tian." Although he had already been recognized, Ye Tian still politely cupped his hands and introduced himself to his opponent.
Ye Tian's opponent, the sturdy young man from earlier, paused for a moment before sighing and returning the gesture. "Li Shu."
"Please guide me well, Brother Ye." The sturdy young man, now named Li Shu, looked serious. After all, no one wanted to easily give up in an event as grand as the Martial Arts Selection Tournament. Even if he knew he had little chance of winning, he still wanted to give it his all.
"I wouldn't dare." Ye Tian replied courteously and then extended one hand in a gesture of invitation. "Please!"
After Ye Tian finished speaking, Li Shu stopped being polite and shouted as he threw a punch.
Ye Tian did not rush to evade but instead assessed his opponent's strength: "Based on his speed, he should be at the late stage of a seventh-tier martial artist and hasn't practiced martial arts yet..."
Bang!
Just as Li Shu was about to hit him, Ye Tian countered with a punch. Their fists collided with a muffled sound, and both retreated a step.
"What just happened..." Li Shu thought in surprise. His original intention was to strike with all his might to gauge how much of a gap there was between him and Ye Tian. He never expected that he would actually push Ye Tian back...
Seeing this scene, the spectators erupted in excitement, exclaiming, "What’s this kid's name? He can actually match Ye Tian!"
"Yeah, how come I've never seen such a person before!"
"It seems that this Martial Arts Selection Tournament is truly full of hidden talents!"
At this moment, not only the spectators but even the figures from various families in the stands were feeling slightly puzzled.
"What’s going on with Xiao Tian? That kid clearly only has the strength of a seven-stage martial artist. Is he feeling unwell?" Cold Boyuan thought with confusion.
"Brother Bo Yuan!" A voice came from the opposite stand. Although Cold Boyuan heard it clearly, it did not disturb others, as it was likely due to the Secret Sound Technique.
Cold Boyuan looked up and saw Xu Tai looking at him with a mocking expression, continuing, "What happened to your Cold Family's genius? Has he become so talented that he's regressing instead?"
"Brother Xu Tai is joking. Ye Tian is not some genius; he originally had the strength of a seven-stage martial artist. He just got lucky last time and won against your family's young master," Cold Boyuan said, deliberately emphasizing the word "won," which instantly made Xu Tai's face turn red with anger. After a while, he regained his composure but immediately retorted, "Don't be too pleased with yourself. If he really has strength, he'll eventually encounter Xu Ao. By then... heh, I think you can guess the outcome!"
"I can imagine. With your son's unique style, let alone Ye Tian, even I admire him greatly!" After saying this, Cold Boyuan laughed heartily while looking at Xu Ao, who was dressed in bright red.
"You!" Xu Tai was once again provoked by Cold Boyuan's deliberate emphasis on "unique style." In terms of martial arts strength and verbal sparring, Xu Tai was no match for Cold Boyuan. But he still liked to provoke first; now having been humiliated again, he could only swallow his anger.
Meanwhile, in the arena, Li Shu seemed to have gained confidence; at this moment, his iron fists were swinging with great momentum.
Ye Tian dodged left and right, barely escaping danger each time. However, his occasional counterattacks did not yield any advantage; he appeared to be completely suppressed. This drew boos from the spectators, and many left in disappointment, secretly cursing that this so-called genius was clearly a fraud. The remaining spectators began cheering for Li Shu, seemingly hoping for his victory.
"I didn't expect you to have such little ability!" Li Shu threw a punch while uttering these words.
Ye Tian was taken aback upon hearing this and then sneered coldly to himself: "If it weren't for fearing that hitting you too hard would hurt your pride, why would I bother pretending to be evenly matched with you? Now you dare to mock me; it seems I no longer need to hold back."
With this thought in mind, Ye Tian suddenly extended his palm with incredible speed, far exceeding what he had shown earlier.
Bang!
As their fists collided, with a loud shout, Li Shu was sent flying far away. He didn't even have time to react as he was knocked back; the mocking smile at the corner of his mouth was replaced by shock, making his expression look extremely twisted and ridiculous.
Ye Tian's display made it clear to the onlookers that the former had merely been pretending to be humble.
"Truly a genius! Just one burst of strength and the outcome was instantly clear!"
"Exactly! I knew Ye Tian wouldn't be so weak!"
The onlookers cheered excitedly, their enthusiasm surpassing that of the victorious Ye Tian. This reaction stemmed from their admiration for the genius who had not disappointed them; the figure who dared to challenge various powers despite a tragic background had now become an idol in the hearts of many poor and humble individuals.
Li Shu slowly got up. Ye Tian hadn't gone too hard on him; he had only knocked him back. So now he gradually approached Ye Tian and apologized, "I'm sorry, I just..."
"It's fine, you did quite well. Some of your moves almost caught me off guard," Ye Tian said with a calm smile, patting Li Shu on the shoulder.
Hearing this, Li Shu was overjoyed and exclaimed, "Really?!"
"Of course!" Ye Tian's gaze was sincere, showing no hint of consolation.
After hearing Ye Tian's affirmation, Li Shu paused for a moment, seemingly unable to believe that he had received recognition from such a genius.
At that moment, a young attendant ran up to the arena and asked the two, "May I ask if you two have determined a winner?"
Upon hearing this question, both of their faces turned awkward. After all, chatting amicably during a competition didn't seem like something normal people would do...
"We have! We have! Brother Ye's strength is extraordinary; I admit defeat," Li Shu quickly replied respectfully.
"Thank you," Ye Tian said with a slight bow and a smile.
Li Shu returned the courtesy and then turned to walk down the Arena. At this point, Ye Tian's first round of competition had come to an end, and he had advanced without any surprises.
Next, he would have to wait until all one hundred seventy participants in this round had completed their matches before knowing who his opponent would be. With nothing else to do, he decided to head to the Arena where Leng Ping was competing. Leng Ping's match was also scheduled for the first round, but he wasn't sure if he would make it in time.
Leng Ping was located at Gui Lei in the center, which was arguably the best viewing spot aside from the stands. Because of this, Gui Lei was the most crowded area, even though the spectators were not there specifically to watch Gui Lei; everyone wanted to secure a spot in this prime location that offered a view of all the Arenas.
Ye Tian pushed through the crowd while covering his head and mouth, arriving at Gui Lei already drenched in sweat. The journey, which wasn't far, took him nearly an hour.
"The cucumbers have gone cold!" Ye Tian thought gloomily. However, when he looked up at the Arena, he was unsure whether to feel surprised or worried as he discovered that Leng Ping was still engaged in a fierce battle with his opponent.
"Frenzied Tiger Fist!" a loud shout rang out as Leng Ping's opponent unleashed a flurry of punches towards him.
Hearing those three words made Ye Tian's heart skip a beat as he regretted, "Why couldn't I face that young member of the Wang family..."
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The sound of heavy impacts continued to echo as Leng Ping clashed head-on with that young Wang family contestant.
"This is bad; if this continues, Leng Ping is going to suffer a huge loss!" Ye Tian thought anxiously for Leng Ping because the martial art he practiced was a sustained power technique called Cloud Rolling Palm. It was clearly unwise to withstand the explosive power of Frenzied Tiger Fist with such a style.
Sure enough, within less than an hour, signs of defeat were already evident for Leng Ping as he was forced to retreat repeatedly by that young Wang family contestant.
"Good job! Wang Li! Keep up the momentum and take him down!" Wang Tianba shouted from the stands upon seeing this situation. His booming voice instantly drowned out all other discussions and reached Wang Li's ears.
Upon hearing his family's encouragement, the young man known as Wang Li felt his spirit rise and let out a roar as he unleashed his full strength in a decisive strike.
However, facing this intimidating attack, Leng Ping merely smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth.
Then, his body twisted sharply as he evaded the punch while extending his palm. The movements of his hand shifted back and forth like Clouds Rolling and Unrolling, unpredictably striking towards Wang Li's chest.
Bang!
Wang Li staggered back several steps after the impact, ultimately falling to the ground.
“Leng Ping wins!” The attendant responsible for announcing the results quickly walked onto the Arena and declared loudly.
Upon seeing this result, Ye Tian smiled and approached Leng Ping. After giving him a light punch, he said, “Not bad!”
“Hehe, it’s all thanks to the Jujutsu you taught me; otherwise, I would have probably lost this match,” Leng Ping said, looking at Ye Tian with gratitude in his eyes.
Ding ding ding ding...
The sound of a gong rang out again, and everyone turned to see that the outcome had also been decided in Arena B. With that, the first round of the preliminary selection had officially concluded.
“Everyone take a short break; the second round of preliminaries will begin shortly!”
Since there would be eighty-five matches held in each Arena today, it was likely that it would be tomorrow before it was Ye Tian and Leng Ping's turn again. Therefore, they prepared to head to the stands to watch the matches with the Cold Family members.
With that thought in mind, the two walked towards the stands.
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