Coincidentally, Wu Zongming's opponent in the first battle of group three was also at the Mid Condensing Reality Realm, just like him.
"Burning Fist!"
On the stage, Wu Zongming yelled, he jumped up and threw a punch at his opponent.
Boom!
Hot sparks flew everywhere, the inner disciple was pushed back a couple of steps.
After gaining the upper hand with only one move, Wu Zongming did not stop there. He performed his Top Rank Mortal Realm Skill, Flame Desolate Fist, to its limit. Dozens of fiery fist shadows spread out like a peacock's tail, causing his opponent to have no chance to fight back.
After getting off the stage, Wu Zongming said casually: "Not bad, the first opponent is not that strong."
"It's only the first round, don't show too much of your power." Ye Chen reminded his opponent.
"I know, don't worry."
A battle would usually end in the time it takes for a fifth of an incense stick to burn. Rarely would two people be at the same level, and it would be hard to tell who would win.
Some groups' battles ended quickly, and the second battle of the first round had already started.
"Group seven, number eight against number twenty-eight."
Wu Zongming said: "Ye Chen, it's your turn."
"Yeah."
Ye Chen nodded and jumped onto the stage of group seven.
"Peak of the Mid Condensing Reality Realm, my luck is not bad." Ye Chen's opponent was a teenager with straight eyebrows, he was holding a huge ringed blade, the blade was surrounded by a yellow Qi flow, it looked extremely heavy.
Ye Chen was speechless, his opponent was also at the peak of the Mid Condensing Reality Realm, why was he so lucky?
"Lose!"
The teenager with straight eyebrows suddenly rushed forward, the hard rock under his feet suddenly cracked, the huge ringed blade in his hands drew a thick arc in the air, directly attacking towards Ye Chen.
Ye Chen shook his head, he casually waved his right hand, his whole arm was so fast that it left no shadow, it easily knocked away his opponent's huge ringed blade. His opponent thought that the blade was in his hand, he was about to attack again.
Whoo!
The two were five steps away from each other, the teenager with straight eyebrows did not have a blade, he said in frustration: "Where is my blade?"
Ye Chen pointed to his left.
The teenager with straight eyebrows looked over, his huge ringed blade was stuck on the edge of the stage, it was shaking.
He did not have the face to stay on the stage anymore, he pulled out his blade and jumped off the stage with a red face. He hated Ye Chen to death, he made him lose face like this.
Unsurprisingly, Ye Chen won one battle, he got two points.
Then came the second round, the third round, and all the way to the fifth round, where Ye Chen easily defeated his opponents without much effort. His score had reached ten points.
Wu Zongming lost one battle in the fourth round, he got eight points.
On the other side, Zhang Haoran was in the tenth group. He had broken through to the Mid Condensing Reality Realm a while ago, and he had also won five battles in a row, gaining ten points.
On the other hand, Huang Bingwen, who had battled with Ye Chen before, seemed to have improved. He had only lost one out of the five battles, and had accumulated eight points just like Wu Zongming.
After the five rounds of competition had ended, the Great Elder announced a half an hour break, allowing everyone to recover their True Qi and physical strength.
On the eastern side of the VIP seats, Ye Tianhao smiled at Shen Yuqing and said, "Chen'Er is doing well. He actually won five matches in a row, and it looks like he's having it easy."
Shen Yuqing was also very happy. He said, "We were worried for nothing. In the past six months, Chen'Er's progress is extraordinary. There's hope for him to enter the top 100."
"Indeed, let's wait and see!"
The half-hour break was over, and the competition continued.
Unlike the first five rounds, the last five rounds would have seeded players joining the fray. If you didn't meet them, you could count yourself lucky, but if you did, you could only brace yourself and fight.
This time, Wu Zongming was really unlucky. Although he did not run into any seeded contestants, he ran into an inner disciple who was at the Late Condensing Reality Realm. After a dozen attacks, he was defeated.
Zhang Haoran continued his winning streak, accumulating twelve points.
Huang Bingwen lost one match, but he still had eight points.
The seventh battle of the sixth round, it was Ye Chen's turn again.
"Hehe, little brat, your winning streak ends here." The one who spoke was a young man with squinted eyes. He was about seventeen or eighteen years old, which was a bit older than most of the inner disciples. He had accumulated a lot of battle experience over the years, and could usually be ranked around one hundred.
Shoo!
This time, Ye Chen took the initiative to attack. He performed his Crane Shadow Steps and disappeared from his opponent's sight. When he saw Ye Chen again, he felt a sharp pain in his chest. The strong fist power had pushed him off the ground and out of the stage.
He fell heavily on the ground. The squinted young man could not believe what he had just seen. 'How is this possible? He defeated me with only one attack? How powerful is he?'
"Feng Ping, this disciple is not simple! It seems like he has been hiding his true power. "Zhou Ruo glanced at Ye Chen and said to Feng Ping.
Feng Ping shook his head and laughed, "Compared to the other inner disciples, he is indeed a lot more powerful. But against me, he can only lose."
Xiao Ye grinned, "Although he is not your opponent, he still has a chance to enter the top 3 in the group."
After another round, it was the ninth round.
"Number zero versus number twenty-four!"
"It's your turn." Xiao Ye crossed his arms in front of his chest and said.
Whoosh!
A light wind swept across, and Feng Ping's shadow was blown away. When he looked again, he was already on the stage.
"Such a fast technique, when did he get on the stage?"
"He is indeed the 'Flying in the Wind' Feng Ping, his movement is almost like the wind, invisible and formless."
All the inner disciples looked at each other.
Ye Chen frowned. Although Feng Ping's speed was unbelievably fast, what was really scary was that he could blend in with the wind. Once he combined the two, his Qing Gong would have a qualitative improvement, and it would give people an illusion that they could not understand. Of course, that did not include him.
"Brother Feng, my name is Gao Liang, nice to meet you." The square-faced young man knew the difference in power between them, so he said respectfully.
Feng Ping nodded, "Bring it on! I will not go too far. "
Hearing him, the square-faced young man's face turned serious. He took out his sword from the scabbard and swung it in the air towards Feng Ping.
Swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh!
The sword vibrated in the air, and four sword shadows appeared. Each sword shadow was extremely sharp, and they cut the air into pieces.
Seeing that the tip of the sword was about to hit Feng Ping, the square-faced young man's face flashed with joy.
At this moment, Feng Ping moved, his body leaned back, and kept the same distance from the tip of the sword as he floated backwards.
"How is this possible? My sword's speed is not as fast as his movement technique. "After chasing for more than ten steps, the square-faced young man still could not hit his opponent, and his expression changed drastically.
Feng Ping was not interested in playing with his opponent anymore, so he flicked his finger on the tip of the sword.
Chin!
With a light flick, the square-faced young man could barely hold the sword in his hand. The sword light that he had just condensed was instantly shattered, and his plan to attack through the air had failed.
Immediately after, he was kicked in the chest, and blood came out from the corner of his mouth as he flew backwards.
"Brother Feng is too powerful, Fang Yan has been winning all this time, but he was still defeated so easily. Just how powerful are the top ten inner disciples?"
"Very powerful, Brother Feng did not even use his full strength."
"Looks like no one in our group can beat Brother Feng. That number 28 Ye Chen is definitely not Brother Feng's opponent."
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