There were only a few hundred participants in the Azure Sun County's Grand Tournament, but there were more than two thousand participants in the Pingyang County. This was the difference between a ninth and eighth grade county.
Not only were there a lot of participants, but they were also very powerful.
Jun Changxiao used his Dazzling Light Sunglasses and noticed that the weakest participants were first grade Martial Disciples. Fourth and fifth grade Martial Disciples were everywhere, and there were even four ninth grade Martial Disciples.
In the Azure Sun County's Grand Tournament, first and second grade Martial Disciples were the favorites to be the champion. However, they were at the bottom here.
The reason for such a big difference was that the Pingyang County's Grand Tournament only allowed participants under the age of twenty to participate.
The Azure Sun County restricted participants to those under the age of eighteen. With a difference of two years, there would be an obvious difference in strength.
Of course.
It was an indisputable fact that the eighth grade Pingyang County was stronger than the ninth grade Azure Sun County.
"Eh?"
A big shot sitting at the side whispered, "What is that Iron Bone's Sect Master wearing on his eyes?"
"Hmph."
A high-ranking member of a certain sect said in disdain, "It's just a trick."
"An eighth-grade sect from a ninth grade county dares to participate in our Pingyang County's Grand Tournament? Who gave him the courage?"
"I heard that Iron Bone challenged the Vast Qi Sect and won."
"This old man has also heard of this matter. It seems that he sent out seven disciples and won seven rounds. That Sect Leader Qin even lost to him."
"It can't be. An eighth-grade sect is so powerful?"
The mayor of Suiyang City explained the rules of the Grand Tournament and the big shots of the various sects chatted.
It wasn't hard to tell from their conversation that Iron Bone defeated the Vast Qi Sect. It was unbelievable.
Jun Changxiao listened carefully to the rules of the Grand Tournament.
He roughly understood that the rules of the first round of the Pingyang County's Grand Tournament were that there would be a chaotic battle in eight regions. Those who could remain standing for a certain time would advance to the second round.
Tsk tsk.
There were at least three hundred people in each region. The chaotic battle would definitely be lively.
After the mayor of Suiyang City explained the rules, he started to call out the participants.
"Crane Mountain Sect, Xiong Gui!"
"Sparrow Sect …"
"Azure Sun County, Iron Bone Sect, Ye Xingchen!"
"Yes."
Ye Xingchen replied lazily.
If it weren't for the fact that he wanted to confirm the contestants' presence, he wouldn't have bothered to answer.
However, the spectator stands were in an uproar. All the martial artists were looking at Ye Xingchen and discussing in low voices.
"Damn, even people from other counties are participating in this year's Inter-Sect Tournament?"
"The neighboring ninth-tier Azure Sun County?"
"Isn't Iron Bone the eighth-rate sect that defeated Grand Qi Sect some time ago?"
"An eighth-rate sect from a ninth-grade county dares to participate in our Pingyang County's Inter-Sect Competition? Do they really think they're something?"
When the various big shots were discussing, they still paid attention to their image. However, these Fair Sun County's martial artists displayed their disdain and contempt incisively and vividly.
Even if the Iron Bone Sect could defeat the Haoqi Sect, in their eyes, the Iron Bone Sect was just a low-class sect from a low-class county. Participating in the competition in Pingyang County was simply an insult to the competition.
"Iron Bone of Qingyang County?"
"Hehe, how bold of you to dare to participate in the competition."
"It's a pity that we're not in the same competition zone. Otherwise, we would have trampled on him and eliminated him in the first round."
The participating disciples of the various sects were also discussing in low voices.
A martial artist standing beside Ye Xingchen whispered, "So he's from Qingyang County. No wonder I didn't recognize him."
The other participants in the same competition zone also looked over with disdainful smiles on their faces.
They confirmed their gazes.
This guy was the first person to be eliminated after the competition started.
Feeling the disdain and contempt in everyone's eyes, Ye Xingchen said indifferently, "A bunch of trash."
Jun Changxiao, who was sitting above, rubbed his chin and said, "Xingchen will probably be the focus of the first round."
Soon.
The roll call ended.
When the Fair Sun County's martial artists didn't hear the name of the second participant from Qingyang County, they realized that the Iron Bone Sect had only sent one person to participate.
An eighth-rate sect sending a disciple to participate in the competition. How … hilarious was this?!
"Sect Master Jun."
A middle-aged man beside him smiled and said, "I really admire your courage to bring a disciple to participate in the Inter-Sect Tournament."
Jun Changxiao said, "It's alright."
That middle-aged man shook his head.
Last time, a sixth-rate sect came from another county to participate. Their ten disciples were all eliminated in the first round. You sent a disciple? Are you sure this isn't a joke?
"Elder Qi."
Someone smiled and said, "When the competition starts, there should be some excitement in the third competition zone."
"Yes. When the time comes, more than three hundred people will gang up on one person. It'll be a miracle if he can last more than seven minutes."
The various big shots all laughed.
Jun Changxiao ignored them and said inwardly, "Xingchen, this first round is a bit cruel. Don't disappoint me."
At this moment, the Suiyang City's City Lord announced loudly, "The 66th Fair Sun County Inter-Sect Tournament has officially begun. Participants, please enter your respective competition zones."
"It's about to start!"
"I can't wait!"
"The strength of the participants this time is not bad. It will definitely be exciting!"
… …
There were a total of eight competition zones. Each zone was half the size of a football field.
Ye Xingchen, who represented the Iron Bone Sect, was assigned to the third competition zone. When he walked over, more than three hundred participants nearby all looked over.
Without a doubt.
They all locked their eyes on this participant from another county. Once the competition started, they would be united against the outside world.
Wasn't this too much of a bully?
It couldn't be helped. This was the Fair Sun County Inter-Sect Tournament.
Since Ye Xingchen came to participate, he had to be prepared to be targeted.
Other than the powerful sects that would occasionally come for a challenge, the sects from other counties wouldn't ask for a rebuff.
"Kid."
A participant walked past Ye Xingchen and laughed softly. "When the competition starts later, don't cry."
Cry?
Ye Xingchen remembered this guy.
… …
Everyone was in position. The eight competition zones could accommodate more than two thousand participants. Looking down from above, the scene was quite shocking.
"The first round, start!"
After a while, the Suiyang City's City Lord shouted loudly.
"Huff!"
In an instant, the participants in the eight competition zones all released their cultivation. The spirit power spread out, and the momentum was quite great.
When the competition officially started, most of the martial artists on the spectator's platform shifted their eyes to the third competition zone and locked their eyes on Ye Xingchen.
Someone from another county.
Please experience the hospitality of my Ping Yang County!
"Swish!"
A martial artist in the third competition zone took the lead to attack. He rushed from behind and condensed spirit power on his fist.
"Pa!"
Ye Xingchen turned around, grabbed his fist with one hand, and said, "Trash."
"This …"
That participant's face changed.
"Crack!"
Ye Xingchen clenched his fist hard, and the sound of bones breaking was immediately heard. Then, he leaned back, dodged the attack of another person, and kicked.
"Bang!"
"Crack!"
The second martial artist was kicked in the chest before he could stand firm. Several of his ribs were instantly broken.
"Ahhh!"
The two participants screamed in pain.
"Swish!"
Ye Xingchen threw the guy whose hand was broken away. Then, he stepped on the Crossing Dragon and appeared in front of a martial artist. He directly clasped the martial artist's left shoulder and said with a gloomy smile, "You don't even have a chance to cry."
"Crack!"
"Ahhh —"
The martial artist whose shoulder bone was crushed immediately screamed in pain.
Yes.
He didn't even have a chance to cry.
Because the pain came unexpectedly, it was heart-wrenching. Before tears could even gather, he had already fainted on the ground.
"Boom!" "Boom!"
Ye Xingchen turned around and punched out with both fists, sending two participants flying.
Standing proudly in the competition zone, he glanced at the more than three hundred participants of Pingyang County and said indifferently, "A bunch of trash. Come and fight."
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