Chapter 105: Easy Consecutive Wins (Second Update)

  It was a coincidence that Wu Zongming's first match in the three groups happened to be his opponent, who was also at the mid-term cultivation of the Congzhēn Realm.

  "Inferno Fist!"

  On stage, Wu Zongming let out a loud cry and his body suddenly rose into the air, one fist striking towards his opponent.

  Bang!

  The scorching flames splashed everywhere, and that inner disciple retreated several steps in a row.

  One move took the upper hand, Wu Zongming gained momentum and showed no mercy, his top-notch martial arts technique, Flame Wasteland Fist, was executed to its limit. Dozens of flame fist shadows unfolded like a peacock spreading its tail, leaving his opponent helpless and winning the first round with ease.

  After getting off the stage, Wu Zongming said with a smile: "Not bad, the first opponent is not very strong."

  "It's just the first round, don't reveal too much of your strength." Ye Chen reminded his opponent.

  "Don't worry, I know this."

  A game is usually over in about a quarter of an hour, and it's rare for both sides to be evenly matched, making it difficult to determine the winner.

  Some group matches ended quickly and started the second match of the first round.

  "Group Seven, Eight versus Twenty-Eight."

  "Wu Zongming said: 'Ye Chen, it's your turn.'"

  "Alright."

  Ye Chen nodded and leaped onto the seventh platform.

  "In the midst of the Condensed True Realm's mid-stage peak cultivation, my luck isn't bad." Ye Chen's opponent was a flat-browed youth, holding a large ring-shaped knife in his hand, with yellow airflow swirling on the blade, looking extremely heavy.

  Ye Chen was speechless, and his opponent was also at the mid-stage peak of the Genuine Realm, but he didn't know where his luck lay.

  "Die!"

  A young man with a straight eyebrow suddenly charged forward, and the hard stone under his feet cracked open instantly. Then, the large ring knife on both hands drew a thick arc line, directly chopping towards Ye Chen.

  Ye Chen shook his head, and with a casual wave of his right hand, his entire arm moved so fast it left no shadow, easily knocking the opponent's large ring knife flying, while the opponent still thought the knife was in his hand, making a motion as if to chop down.

  Wow!

  Two people were five steps apart, a young man with a flat eyebrow and no knife waved empty-handed and said awkwardly: "Where's my knife?"

  Ye Chen pointed to the left side.

  The young man with a straight eyebrow looked away, his large ring knife stuck in the edge of the platform, still trembling.

  Too ashamed to stay on top, the young man with a straight eyebrow pulled out his big ring knife and jumped down from the platform with a red face and ears, hating Ye Chen to death in his heart for making him lose so much face.

  As expected, Ye Chen won one game and scored two points.

  In the next second round, third round, all the way to the fifth round, Ye Chen easily defeated his opponents without much effort, and scored a full score.

  Wu Zongming lost one game in the fourth round and scored eight points.

  On the other side, Zhang Haoran is in the tenth group. He recently advanced to the middle stage of the Condensing Reality Realm and has also won five consecutive games, with a total score of ten points.

  Huang Bingwen, who had previously fought with Ye Chen, seemed to have improved, losing only one of the five games, and accumulated eight points, the same as Wu Zongming.

  After the five rounds of competition ended, the elder announced a half-hour break, allowing everyone to recover their true energy and physical strength.

  On the VIP seat on the east side, Ye Tianhao smiled and said to Shen Yuqing: "Dust is not bad, actually winning five games in a row, and it looks very easy."

  Shen Yuqing was also delighted and said: "We worried for nothing, in the past six months, Chen's progress has been remarkable, and it is possible to enter the top 100."

  "Indeed, let's wait and see!"

  The half-hour rest period is over and the match resumes.

  Unlike the first five rounds, there will be seeded players joining in the last five rounds. If you don't meet them, consider yourself lucky; if you do, just grit your teeth and go for it.

  This time, Wu Zongming's luck was really bad. Although he didn't encounter a seeded player, he met an inner disciple with a condensed true realm in the later stage of his cultivation. He persisted for over a dozen moves before being defeated.

  Zhang Haoran continued his winning streak, accumulating 12 points.

  Huang Bingwen lost one game and still accumulated 8 points.

  The sixth round seventh game, it's Ye Chen's turn again.

  "Haha, kid, your winning streak ends here." The speaker was a slant-eyed young man, about seventeen or eighteen years old, slightly older than the average inner sect disciple. His accumulated experience in battle made him quite formidable, usually ranking around one hundredth place.

  Whoosh!

  This time, Ye Chen took the initiative to attack, and the Crane Shadow Step was unfolded. He disappeared from his opponent's line of sight. When he saw Ye Chen again, his chest suddenly hurt, and the hard fist struck him off the ground, flying backwards out of the platform.

  Heavily fell to the ground, the young man with a slanted eye looked at me with an unbelievable face. How is it possible? One move and I was defeated by him. Just how strong is he?

  "Feng Ping, this junior brother is not simple! It seems that he still has hidden strength." Zhou Ruo glanced at Ye Chen and said calmly to Feng Ping.

  Feng Ping shook his head and smiled, "Compared to other inner sect disciples, his strength is indeed a big step higher, but against me, he only has the share of defeat."

  Xiao Ye said with a smile: "Although he is not your opponent, there is still hope for entering the top three in the group."

  Another game passed and it was already the ninth round of competition.

  "Zero calling Twenty-Four!"

  "It's up to you." Xiao Ye said with his arms crossed.

  Wow!

  A gentle breeze swept by, dispersing the faint shadow of Feng Ping, and when he looked again, he was already on stage.

  "How quickly he cast his magic spell, when did he get on stage."

  "Indeed worthy of being 'Flying in the Wind' Feng Ping, his movements are almost as elusive as the wind, leaving no shadow or shape."

  The disciples of the inner door nearby looked at each other in dismay.

  Ye Chen's eyebrows slightly furrowed, Feng Ping's speed was incredibly fast, but what was truly terrifying was the way he merged with the wind, creating an atmosphere that made his lightness skills improve in quality, giving people an unexplainable illusion, of course, excluding him.

  "Feng Shixiong, I'm Gao Liang, please instruct me." The square-faced youth knew the gap in their abilities and spoke respectfully.

  Feng Ping nodded, "Bring it on! I'll show restraint when I strike."

  Upon hearing this, the square-faced young man's expression turned grave. He drew his treasured sword from its scabbard and made a swift slash in mid-air before fiercely stabbing it towards Feng Ping.

  Hehehe!

  The treasure sword trembled slightly in mid-air, transforming into four illusory swords. Each illusory sword was extremely sharp, cutting the air into fragments and causing the airflow to swirl wildly.

  Just as the sword tip was about to pierce Feng Ping, a look of joy flashed across the square-faced boy's face.

  At this time, Feng Ping moved, his body leaning back, keeping a constant distance from the sword tip, drifting backwards.

  "How is this possible? My spear speed can't keep up with his footwork." He had been chasing for dozens of steps, but the square-faced boy still couldn't stab him, and his face changed greatly.

  Losing interest in continuing to play with his opponent, Feng Ping snapped his fingers and tapped them on the sword's edge.

  Clang!

  With a light flick, the square-faced youth almost couldn't hold onto the sword in his hand, and the just-condensed sword light shattered instantly, foiling the plan to wound from a distance.

  He was immediately kicked in the chest and flew backward with fresh blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

  "Feng Shixiong is too powerful! Fangyan has been winning consecutively until now, yet they were all easily defeated. Just how strong are the top ten inner disciples?"

  "He's really strong, Feng Shixiong didn't even use his true strength."

  "It seems that no one in our group can surpass Brother Feng. That Ye Chen, number twenty-eight, is absolutely not a match for Brother Feng."