"So powerful! So powerful! Even brother Feng Ping could not take one attack from him."
"Although Senior Brother Feng Ping lost to Ye Chen, his movement art is still one of the best among the inner disciples. But he couldn't even dodge a single blade attack from Senior Brother Meng Chong. The gap between them is huge."
"This year, brother Meng Chong is even more powerful than last year."
Hearing the discussions from the crowd, Ye Chen frowned slightly. The Blood Shadow Blade Meng Chong was indeed very powerful. His blade art was very simple, it was fast, accurate, and brutal. There was nothing fancy about it. But in his hands, it was able to bring out the power that even gods and ghosts would have to run away from.
When fighting against him, if one's technique was not at a certain level, one should not try to use techniques. Otherwise, one would die a horrible death.
The second Meng Chong got off the stage, the top ten inner disciples all looked at him with fear.
The skinny Iron Fan Yi Qing forced a smile, "I thought I could catch up with him this year, but it seems like I have been left behind."
Next to him, Song Fei was surprised, "Yi Qing, you were ranked second last year?"
"What's the point of being ranked second? The gap is too big. He has already reached the top of the core disciples."
"Top of the core disciples." Song Fei gasped. He knew very well how powerful the top ranked core disciples were. Although they were all at the Late Condensing Reality Realm or even the peak of the Late Condensing Reality Realm, the slightly more powerful core disciples could easily beat him with only one attack. Not to mention the top ranked core disciples, they were the top of the top ranked core disciples.
The fourth battle was Ye Chen's turn. His opponent was called Yang Lie.
Once he got on the stage, Yang Lie backed off as far as he could. He wanted to increase the distance between him and Ye Chen. He was afraid that Ye Chen would suddenly disappear in front of him.
Ye Chen shook his head and forced a smile, he stood still.
When he was thirty steps away, Yang Lie stopped backing off. He held his long blade with both of his hands and threw out three blade lights towards Ye Chen's position.
Ye Chen moved his body slightly and skillfully dodged the blade lights. He stomped his feet on the ground and released his hidden power.
"Explode!"
Boom!
The stage under Yang Lie's feet exploded. His body was thrown high into the air and fell off the stage.
This was out of everyone's expectations. They had thought that Ye Chen would defeat his opponent with speed. They hadn't expected this to happen.
The fifth match was against Zhang Haoran. Although he lost to Ghost Sword Li Kuang, his strength was still very strong. In less than ten moves, he defeated his opponent and gained two points.
There was no suspense in the sixth, seventh, and eighth matches. It was just pure abuse, not interesting at all.
"The ninth battle, Pei Shaoqing versus Tie Feng."
Buzz!
As soon as the lot-drawing deacon's voice fell, the crowd finally boiled over.
Pei Shaoqing was ranked above Ghost Sword Li Kuang in the previous tournament. He had a friendly attitude and seemed to be easy to get along with. Only those who knew him knew that he was like a demon when he made a move. Even Li Kuang was afraid of this friend of his.
Tie Feng was the representative of late bloomers. He had defeated Song Fei, who was famous for his leg techniques, in three kicks. He had the demeanor of a master and was as steady as a mountain.
The two of them could be said to be at loggerheads. If they didn't fight, it would be hard to tell who was stronger and who was weaker.
"Tie Feng, you have to show mercy later!" Pei Shaoqing said with a smile.
Tie Feng replied honestly: "Okay!"
Nobody knew why, but when they saw Tie Feng's expression, everyone wanted to laugh, a knowing smile. This person was not hateful at all, they only admired him, admired his hard work, admired his perseverance, and even more admired his simple and honest, grandmaster-like bearing.
Hearing this, Pei Shaoqing's smile disappeared and his heart tightened. His intuition told him that Tie Feng was not easy to deal with. If he wanted to win, he would have to use 120% of his strength.
Unknowingly, Pei Shaoqing's palms had turned purple, like a demon. He shouted loudly and pounced towards Tie Feng with a palm strike.
Woo woo woo woo woo!
The air was torn apart, emitting a mournful sound. Some of the nearby inner disciples' faces turned pale with fright.
Tie Feng's expression was still simple, but when he moved, everyone knew that he was not easy to deal with. The pressure from the aura had no effect on him at all.
His body slightly tilted and his right leg raised. With just two simple movements, Tie Feng's aura changed. A powerful aura gathered and integrated into his body.
"Break!"
With a single kick, Pei Shaoqing's palm power was disintegrated. The huge impact forced him to stop his momentum. However, as one of the top ten inner disciples in the last Inner Disciple Competition, Pei Shaoqing naturally still had energy to spare. His body circled around Tie Feng and suddenly launched a second wave of attack.
"Demons appear all over the mountains and plains!"
Woo woo woo … Roar roar roar …
The purple and cyan palm wind was like a dark cloud, covering the sky and covering the earth as it moved towards Tie Feng. If it was someone else, they would have broken their mind before the fight even started.
"This time Tie Feng is in danger!"
"Brother Pei Shaoqing is not Song Fei after all, how could he be so easy to deal with?"
"I wonder how many moves Tie Feng can take."
Ye Chen had a different opinion from the others. After Tie Feng's first kick, his aura had already gathered and the one in danger was Pei Shaoqing.
Just as expected.
Facing the sky full of cyan palm wind, Tie Feng put his tongue under his chin and let out a loud shout.
His shout was like thunder, causing the air to ripple like water.
"One Kick Moves the Wind and Clouds, Sweeping the World."
Standing in the middle of the platform, Tie Feng's aura was limitless as he kicked out.
This kick caused a strong wind to descend on the Martial Arts Plaza, accompanied by the majestic power of the kick, it went towards the cyan palm wind.
Pop! Pop!
The sound of thunder came out, the whole platform was in chaos, people could not look directly at it.
The next moment!
A figure was sent flying backward, spurting out a large mouthful of blood in the air.
It was Pei Shaoqing!
"Unbelievable, Tie Feng won."
"How many kicks did Tie Feng use? Did you guys see it?"
"It looks like it has five legs, but also nine legs!"
"Why did I only see the shadows of his kicks?"
Ye Chen smiled lightly. This Tie Feng was very powerful, and there were not many people who could beat him. Judging from the current situation, only the Blood Shadow Blade Meng Chong had the power to suppress him. But of course, in a battle between warriors, anything could happen, and the more powerful one might not necessarily win.
The elders in the elder seating area looked at each other and smiled. The late bloomer Tie Feng was even more outstanding than they had imagined. That move just now was simply too brilliant.
The wind stopped, and Tie Feng, who was on the platform, smiled and walked down the platform.
Everyone could only feel speechless towards this, and they wondered if he was really simple and honest or if he was pretending to be.
Then, the competition continued.
There were no strong fights like before, the next few matches were all won by overwhelming margins, without any suspense.
However, in the last match of the first round, Yi Qing, the Iron Fan, made everyone happy. He waved his fan and countless shadows of his fan danced like dancing butterflies. His opponent did not dare to fight anymore and immediately surrendered.
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