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!
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