After An Yi dealt with the loudmouth.
The Heavenly Palace martial artists in the arena began announcing the results of the matches.
Two voices rang out, one after the other.
Group One! Victor decided! Via wins!
Group Nine! Victor decided! Niutou Chen wins!
Via from the Ghost Hand clan, upon hearing the announcement, looked at An Yi with a provocative gleam in his eyes.
Hah, he was the first to win!
Via left the arena, leaving An Yi with an arrogant, unruly back.
An Yi grinned, revealing a smile.
Just a boring flea.
If he hadn't wanted to hear that loudmouth's motivational spiel, how could it have taken so long.
Soon, results from the other groups came out one after another.
Of course, their fights were much more brutal.
Fists met flesh, blood sprayed! Screams mingled with roars!
From time to time, people could be seen being carried off the field.
"Hey, Niutou Chen, how's it going!"
Hu Fei, the young master of the Evil Dragon Gang, walked over and said with a playful laugh, "Pretty strong, huh!"
An Yi glanced up at him.
He was currently pondering a question: why was that woman Murong Qinghong so fixated on finding a young man under thirty?
Was it just because she was lonely?
Unlikely!
How could her conscience be clear sleeping with a kid like Hu Fei, who wasn't even twenty!
Ma Duoke, the chieftain of the Flame Tribe, having just finished his own fight, walked down and looked at An Yi, challenging him in a deep, muffled voice, "I wonder what race you belong to, sir. I've never heard of it!"
As a fellow non-human, he didn't know of any non-human race with an ox head.
An Yi looked down his nose at him: "Blackskin, who are you to question your father!"
"You..."
Ma Duoke's eyes turned cold, a hint of killing intent flashing within them.
An Yi, picking his nose, slowly walked over. Using the oppressive feeling from his two-and-a-half-meter height, he stared down at him with his big eyeballs and said stubbornly, "What? You wanna start somethin' with me!?"
"I..."
Ma Duoke stammered, the killing intent around him dissipating, feeling only a chill run through his body, not daring to speak.
An Yi's newly mastered passive skill.
Menacing Aura!
Against opponents weaker than himself, it not only provided a 10% damage bonus but also formed a powerful pressure field.
Ma Duoke felt like prey being stared down.
Over on the other side, Gu Changfeng had also finished off his opponent and stepped down gracefully, his white robes fluttering, instantly maxing out his coolness factor.
Hua Fengyu and Tu Langlang followed closely behind.
Only Han Liang was locked in a fierce struggle with a figure completely shrouded in a cloak.
Clang!
Han Liang's heavy spear slammed hard against the black-cloaked figure.
However, bizarrely, the black-cloaked figure remained completely unmoved.
Instead, it was Han Liang who was forced back over a dozen steps, his arms trembling.
Hua Fengyu raised an eyebrow slightly: "Who on earth is this person?"
Gu Changfeng shook his head thoughtfully: "Can't tell."
An Yi narrowed his eyes.
He had a vague guess.
Within the Asura Gate, Han Liang's strength, while not matching Mo Jiu or Xiao Yike, nor Jin Zhenghao or the Mechanical Hand Gene, still, after the serum infusion, he barely possessed an Earth Spiritual Vein, pushing his strength into the mid-stage Xujing realm, making him a core member of the Asura Gate.
Who would have thought that even with all that, he couldn't harm this person at all!
"Take this!"
Han Liang roared, the ground beneath him cracking.
Gripping his spear, his figure burst through layers of earth and dust, the spear striking the black-cloaked figure's chest, scraping off a shower of sparks.
Han Liang stared blankly, holding his heavy spear, arms trembling, body bent over, gasping for breath.
Swinging the heavy spear had completely drained him!
That was his full-power strike, yet it still couldn't hurt this opponent.
The black-cloaked figure remained as immovable as a mountain.
On the high platform.
Murong Qinghong's eyes lit up, a smile playing on her lips.
That big ox-headed fellow had been cutting through thorns and thistles, undefeated, making her heart flutter with unease.
Who would have thought there was another potential master here now!
As long as it wasn't that minotaur, she didn't mind who won the championship.
"Is that all you've got, kid?"
The figure sneered, pulling back the black cloak to reveal a face covered in stubble.
Instantly, Murong Qinghong's smile froze, her heart feeling as if it had been plowed over, letting in a cold wind.
This guy was even uglier!
The stubbled face, swarthy complexion, and rough features were in no way inferior to that minotaur.
Even An Yi was stunned.
Brother, how can you look like that!
"This warrior called Heixi, is he really under thirty?" Murong Qinghong asked coldly.
Xu Kang wiped his cold sweat: "Y-yes, he is indeed under..."
"It's not over yet, take this!"
Han Liang tightened his grip on the heavy spear, his gaze sharp.
By now, Heixi's figure had already charged over, truly like a charging rhinoceros, fist raised.
Before Han Liang could dodge, he was struck hard by the punch.
"Ugh!"
Han Liang opened his mouth, spraying blood, a fist imprint bulging out on his back.
"Boring ant!"
Heixi looked coldly at Han Liang, delivering another elbow strike aimed directly at Han Liang's head, intending to finish him off!
At that moment, a steel needle shot out with a faint whistling sound!
Heixi's expression changed slightly, hastily dodging and throwing a punch to deflect the needle, sending sparks flying.
"Boss..."
Han Liang looked up, letting out a slight sigh of relief.
He really thought he was about to die just then!
Heixi looked coldly at An Yi.
An Yi said calmly, "Surrender. You're no match for him."
Han Liang nodded, raising his hand with difficulty and saying, "This round... I concede!"
He too had sensed his opponent's strength.
But he never expected he couldn't even block a single move from his opponent.
Heixi said leisurely, "Protector Xu, someone intervened. Isn't that breaking the rules?"
Xu Kang stepped forward, glaring coldly at An Yi, "Violation of the rules. One warning. If it happens again, immediate disqualification!"
On the high platform, seeing this, Murong Qinghong's face twisted with anger, veins bulging on her forehead.
"You old fool! Why all the talk!"
"Just disqualify that minotaur right now!"
The first round consisted of thirty-five matches.
The final result was twenty-four people advancing to the next round.
After one round, two martial artists had died, and twenty-four were injured.
Eleven martial artists who had advanced were forced to withdraw regretfully because their injuries were too severe to continue.
Young martial artists capable of reaching this level of strength were mostly on par with each other.
Going all out, no one knew how it would end. Fighting tooth and nail often resulted in mutual destruction!
"Boss, I've embarrassed you."
Han Liang, wrapped in bandages, said somewhat shamefacedly.
After tending to Han Liang's wounds, An Yi comforted him, "That guy is very strong. It's understandable you couldn't beat him."
He was almost certain now: that guy called Heixi was definitely connected to the Hundred Ghosts Sect.
After the fight ended, Heixi sat alone in a corner of the training ground to recuperate, casting a somewhat cruel smile towards An Yi.
Heixi was Hei Geng, one of the Four Demon Hall Masters of the Hundred Ghosts Sect!
The Heavenly Palace was relatively far from the Azure Kite Pavilion, and information was relatively scarce. They might not be clear.
But Hei Geng knew perfectly well.
The young master of the Tianxuan Sect, Gu Changfeng, was now a member of the Asura Gate!
Those from the Five Great Sects who had seen Gu Changfeng participate in battles were mostly dead.
But Hei Geng still had ways of learning this information.
Gu Changfeng, Hua Fengyu, and the others all seemed to follow that ox-headed man's lead.
No doubt about it, the ox-headed man was probably the legendary An Yi.
Hei Geng secretly sneered.
Ugh! Even uglier than I am!
That woman Mu Qingyi has some seriously messed-up taste!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
