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Back in the stands, Ye Tian was still not spared by the surrounding spectators, who continuously shouted his name, completely ignoring that the match was about to begin.
"Haha, you little brat, you are truly a Rising Star now," Cold Bo Stone said, delivering a heavy punch to Ye Tian's chest while laughing heartily.
"What are you talking about? Uncle Leng, don't joke with me," Ye Tian rolled his eyes at him and humbly replied.
"Xiao Tian, no need to be modest; this respect is earned through your strength," Cold Boyuan said, also quite pleased, smiling approvingly at Ye Tian. He continued, "In fact, compared to the strength displayed by Xu Ao, Xiao Tian may not stand out as much, but it is only natural for him to receive so much support and affection."
"Oh? Second brother, please elaborate; I want to hear why it's natural," Cold Bo Stone asked curiously.
"Hehe, there are two reasons!" Cold Boyuan glanced over the younger members of the Cold Family, as if telling them to listen carefully: "First: Due to the previous courtesy shown to his opponents, everyone regarded Xiao Tian as lacking in strength and felt quite disappointed. However, after the recent battle, Xiao Tian's overwhelming strength within the same context has reignited everyone's expectations. It can be said that he experienced a rise after a fall, living up to their hopes."
"And the second?" Leng Ping also leaned in. Although he had been eliminated in the seventh round, he did not seem discouraged.
Cold Boyuan looked at him and continued, "Second: After everyone took the stage, they all fought with all their might, eager to knock out their opponents with a single blow. This intense competitiveness can be quite off-putting. A typical example is Xu Ao. Therefore, while some contestants are indeed strong, they can be overly irritating. In contrast to Xiao Tian's courteous approach, that comparison is absolutely stark."
"Considering these two points together—strength and character coexist—who wouldn't support such a contestant?" Cold Moon, who had returned from the opposite stands at some point, interjected with a smile upon seeing her father "teaching" with such enthusiasm.
While it was very appropriate for Cold Boyuan to use Ye Tian as a teaching example, Ye Tian felt somewhat embarrassed listening to it. So when he saw Cold Moon return, he quickly changed the subject and joked, "Sister Ningyue, I wonder how your conversation with that Young Master Lei went?"
Hearing this, Cold Moon's face flushed red. She immediately gave him a playful smack on the head and scolded, "You little brat, stop talking nonsense! I just went over..."
As she spoke, Cold Moon found herself unable to continue; many eyes from the Cold Family had witnessed her laughing and chatting with that Thunderstorm. How could she possibly explain...
Everyone burst into laughter at this scene while Cold Moon directed all her "anger" at Ye Tian. In an instant, the two were running around playfully together, and the atmosphere in the stands of the Cold Family was filled with joy and harmony.
However, across from them in the stands of the Xu Family, a cold gaze emerged. The corner of Xu Ao's eye twitched slightly as he thought grimly to himself: "Laugh all you want; let's see how long you can keep it up! Ye Tian, the more you shine, the better. Otherwise, won't it be boring when I kill you?"
Ding ding ding ding ding...
"The second match for fourth place: Xu Ao vs. Hu Fan, begin!"
As Elder Ge announced the start, Xu Ao leaped directly from the high platform, his figure soaring through the air like a blood-red divine eagle, one hand clawed and aimed directly at Hu Fan on the stage.
Hu Fan was still searching for his opponent at the entrance of the Arena when suddenly a vicious shout rang out above him.
"Die!"
Xu Ao's gaze was cold, and his claw-like shadow was fierce. Although he had not yet made contact, an invisible gust of wind had already made Hu Fan's scalp tingle.
Stimulated by the earlier scene involving the Cold Family, Hu Fan was eager to vent his frustrations on someone, and that someone naturally became his opponent, Hu Fan. Thus, he leaped down from the platform.
"Is Xu Ao crazy? Why is he not playing by the rules?"
"Is this considered a sneak attack?"
The surrounding spectators erupted in discussion, unable to comprehend Xu Ao's bizarre behavior.
"This..." Hu Fan noticed Xu Ao. If he couldn't defend himself or dodge in time, his head would end up with five bloody holes under Xu Ao's claw.
However, despite the urgency of the situation, he had no room to react...
"Stop!" A powerful voice echoed, its authority shaking people's hearts.
Xu Ao was startled and quickly transformed his claw into a palm, slashing it past Hu Fan's clothing and striking heavily against the hard stone of the Arena.
Due to his late retraction, he was now flipping backward repeatedly to dissipate the force, making it look like a street performance.
"Xu Ao, your actions are against the rules! I warn you, if this happens again, you will be disqualified!" Elder Ge scolded with a snort of anger.
After performing eighteen flips in succession, Xu Ao finally came to a stop, glaring furiously at Elder Ge and cursing inwardly: "You old bastard, one day I will grind your bones to dust!"
"Get back to the Arena entrance and enter properly!" The piercing gaze made Xu Ao's heart tremble, and he complied obediently. Elder Ge was not someone who couldn't see through Xu Ao's thoughts. With just a little intimidation, Xu Ao indeed wilted like a frostbitten eggplant...
Freak Xu Ao once again sparked laughter throughout the venue. Meanwhile, in the stands, with a loud crack, Xu Tai smashed the twelfth cup that Xu Ao had broken since the start of the competition. One can only imagine how much face Xu Ao had lost in front of his father...
“Hu... Fan.” Hu Fan hesitated for a moment but still cupped his hands and reported his name.
“Get lost, you bastard!” At this moment, Xu Ao was furious. He was even more enraged by Hu Fan's polite behavior. After cursing, he directly unleashed the Divine Eagle Style, intending to crush his opponent in one blow to vent his anger.
Hu Fan, however, was unfortunate. He knew he would undoubtedly lose and had come up to the stage with the intention of gaining experience. But he happened to encounter the furious Xu Ao. How could he withstand such a powerful martial art like Divine Eagle Style? After one strike, there would be no way for him to survive.
Thinking this, Hu Fan quickly retreated, and in the end, he simply turned around and ran, jumping off the Arena and shouting his surrender to save his life.
This situation instantly stunned everyone present, including Xu Ao, who was still "soaring" in mid-air...
“You bastard! You can't surrender!” Xu Ao shouted angrily. If this person surrendered, where would he vent his frustration?
Hearing this, Hu Fan was immediately shocked and looked repeatedly at Elder Ge for help.
“Stop!” Elder Ge spoke again.
Upon hearing Elder Ge's voice, a dark cloud suddenly appeared on Xu Ao's face as he kept hearing: Stop... Stop... Stop...
The subsequent situation was similar to before. Due to the overwhelming force without a point of impact, Xu Ao once again performed his acrobatic flip, providing free entertainment that made everyone laugh uncontrollably.
“How embarrassing!” In the stands of the Xu Family, Xu Tai smashed his thirteenth cup and then snorted heavily before leaving without looking back.
...
“Raging Fire Palm!”
An invisible wave of heat surged forth as the Elemental Force Cyclone emitted a hissing sound, striking heavily against the opponent's chest. With the figure flying backward, the third spot for the fourth rank was confirmed.
A young attendant quickly stepped onto the stage and announced loudly: “Deng Suyang wins!”
A faint cheer rose from the crowd. Although the applause was not very loud, the boy named Li Suyang still bowed deeply to the spectators in all directions before stepping down from the stage, his face filled with joy and a hint of blush, clearly very happy about advancing.
"Only Li Han and Fang Jie are left. Xiao Tian, who do you hope will win?" Cold Boyuan asked Ye Tian with a meaningful look.
"To be honest, I hope Li Han wins," Ye Tian replied without hesitation.
"Oh? Why?" Cold Boyuan pressed on with curiosity.
"Although Li Han has grievances with me, there are still aspects of him that I recognize and admire. If it weren't for his background and influence, I would really like to be friends with him," Ye Tian said, his gaze flickering as if reflecting on the whims of fate.
"Good, being able to appreciate an enemy without being blinded by hatred—Xiao Tian, it's hard to estimate what kind of heights you will reach in the future," Cold Boyuan exclaimed with admiration.
As they spoke, the gong sounded again, signaling that Li Han and Fang Jie had already taken the stage.
"Li Han."
"Fang Jie."
After exchanging polite gestures, both shifted their stances and immediately entered a state of focused readiness.
"Rending Wind Strike!"
Fang Jie shouted loudly and struck first. His fingers were tightly aligned as he slashed through the air, seemingly tearing apart the cold wind with impressive momentum.
"Heavenly Origin Wall!"
Li Han responded loudly. With a change in the Shadow of the Palm technique, a Elemental Barrier formed in front of him instantly—this was indeed Li Han's specialty, the Heavenly Origin Wall. However, this time it appeared more substantial than what had been seen in previous days, indicating that Li Han had made further progress during these recent battles.
Bang!
The Rending Wind Strike hit heavily against the Heavenly Origin Wall. Fang Jie was pushed back half a step, while the Heavenly Origin Wall remained unmoved and instead advanced forward along with Li Han.
Fang Jie felt a jolt in his heart. Although he had not used his full strength in that last strike, Li Han should not have remained completely unresponsive.
"Brother Fang, I apologize, but I must win this match, so I hope you don't take offense," Li Han said calmly, as if defeating Fang Jie was as easy as reaching into his pocket.
"Don't get too cocky!" Fang Jie shouted again, channeling all his power to vibrate his energy and continue attacking the Heavenly Origin Wall.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The dull sounds echoed continuously as Fang Jie struck the Heavenly Origin Wall with palm after palm. However, the situation showed no signs of changing; Li Han continued to control the Heavenly Origin Wall, steadily pushing forward without any pause or feeling of breaking.
"I don't want to hurt you, but don't force my hand," Li Han said again as he pushed Fang Jie to the edge of the Arena.
Faced with Li Han's overwhelming strength, Fang Jie hesitated for a moment before letting out a heavy sigh and jumping down from the Arena. He understood that his situation was similar to Guo Yun's; if he couldn't even break through his opponent's defense, there was no point in continuing the match.
"Thank you for your mercy," Li Han said, cupping his hands in respect to the conceding Fang Jie, then turned his gaze toward the stands where the Cold Family was seated.
With Fang Jie's defeat, the top four of this Martial Arts Selection Tournament were finally determined: Deng Suyang, Li Han, Xu Ao, and Ye Tian.
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