Five grand stages are situated in the center of the Martial Arena, each with eight figures standing on them. The Nalan family from the City Lord's Manor takes the lead, with eight people standing on the highest central main stage, looking down on all the heroes. The other four stages, located in the east, south, west, and north directions, are occupied by the Gu, Lin, Wen families, as well as the scattered cultivators led by Qiu Lian.

  At this time, in the direction where Nalan's family was located, an old man stood up beside City Master Nalan Xiong, his eyes falling on the battlefield.

  "Today's gathering is to test the strength of each excellent young master in Yangzhou City, so no one needs to hold back. Those who are defeated can admit defeat and end the fight. If they refuse to admit defeat, the fight will not stop until one side falls, regardless of life or death."

  The old man's words fell, and instantly a not small wave was stirred up in the hearts of the crowd. Refusing to admit defeat, regardless of life or death, is a good ruthless move.

  Some proud warriors attach great importance to their reputation, especially when it comes to admitting defeat in battle. As a result, few people will deliberately admit defeat, and even if they are no match for their opponent, they will continue to fight to defend their honor, and though defeated, they will still be glorious.

  But the old man's words made those people deliberate, which is equivalent to unrestricted killing. If both sides are evenly matched and neither is willing to admit defeat, it will be a life-and-death struggle, resulting in deep hatred.

  "Clever." Many people secretly praised, the old man was obviously representing Nalan Xiong's intention, and doing so would only benefit the Nalan family without harming them. After all, this time it was their city lord's mansion that served as the host, and whoever dared to kill the city lord in the city lord's mansion would be different from other groups of people, and a desperate struggle might ensue, leading to hatred between the two families.

  Nalan Xiong, this is to provoke a martial arts competition to trigger conflicts among other major families. Although the masters of the other three families are aware of Nalan Xiong's intentions, they can only follow suit. Which one of them doesn't want their own family to be superior and admired by others? Therefore, their instructions to their younger generations are naturally to go all out for victory.

  Moreover, the elder also said that if one cannot win, they can admit defeat and end the battle. Therefore, this rule does not seem to be a problem, and they are not good at refuting it either. Who would go and acknowledge that their family's disciples are inferior to others?

  "This time at the martial meeting, I have already obtained the list of all the sons who will be participating in the war. The arrangement of the battle is entirely up to me, I don't know if you three family heads have any objections." The old man's gaze fell on the three family heads.

  "Heh heh, since it's the City Lord's arrangement, I naturally agree." Gu Jing said loudly, seemingly not caring in the least.

  "In the past, the martial arts conference was also hosted by Nalan City Master, and this time it should be the same." Wen Jia's master, Wen Renyue, spoke up.

  "I have no opinion either." Lin Ba said naturally and wouldn't go against it.

  "That old man will represent the master of Nalan City to thank you three family masters." The old man smiled slightly at the three and announced, "The martial arts competition, from the first match onwards, is an elimination match. Those who lose will be eliminated, while those who win will advance."

  "Now I declare the start of the battle, those whose names are called will stay on the battlefield, others please wait below. Main battlefield: Nalan Feng from House Nalan vs Wen Xin from House Wen; East battlefield: Gu Yun from House Gu vs Lin Wu from House Lin; South battlefield: Lin Yu from House Lin vs Wen Feng from House Wen; West battlefield: Nalan Zhu from House Nalan vs Feng Qian; North battlefield: Duoming vs Gu Qing from House Gu."

  Five battle stages, one can fight ten people at a time, forty people in total, only four rounds of fighting are needed to end the competition, eliminating half and leaving twenty people.

  Those whose names were not called walked down from the stage, while the ten who had their names called out walked up to their own stage.

  "Hehe, Wen Xinkai of the Wen family is really unlucky, actually encountering Nalan Feng in the first battle. Although she's not weak, she can only regretfully be eliminated."

  "I heard that Lin Wu's strength is not weak, and he has already reached the 9th level of Qi Refining. It seems that the victory in the Eastern War Platform will undoubtedly be his."

  "Nan Zhantai should be Wen Fengsheng, and Xi Zhantai is Feng Qiansheng. As for the last Beizhantai, although that life-taking person was mysterious and wore a mask, he deserved to be unlucky when facing Gu Qing, with no chance of winning at all."

  The battle has not yet begun, but the outcome of the fight has already been decided by everyone. After all, the crowd is familiar with these young and handsome men from Yangzhou City on the battlefield, and they are clear about their differences in strength.

  The killing at the North War Platform, however, did attract people's attention. The silver-masked martial artist who killed was someone they had never heard of before, and he seemed to have an extraordinary air about him. Unfortunately for him, he encountered Gu Qing, and his defeat was already sealed. After all, Gu Qing's strength had already reached the peak of the Qi Wu realm, and under the Ling Wu boundary, few people were his match. A nobody from Yangzhou City naturally couldn't defeat Gu Qing either.

  The crowd's prediction was quite accurate, and Wen Xin lost to Nalan Feng without a fight. Although face is very important, losing to Nalan Feng doesn't lose face, but going to war would be called not knowing life or death.

  Things are going on in two places, and the outcome is gradually divided. The winner is as expected by the crowd, Lin Wu and Wen Feng, the West War Platform Fong Qian completely suppressed his opponent, and the battle will soon be over. Only the last North War Platform, the battle has not started yet, leaving people speechless.

  Especially for Gu Qing, this person's eyes didn't have the intention of taking his life at all. He treated his opponent as air and kept his gaze on other battlefields, watching their fights. After all, he would soon enter the next round, so naturally, he wanted to get familiar with others' strengths.

  "Nalan Feng, I won't be a worthy opponent, hopefully we don't meet. Lin Wu and Wen Feng are easy to defeat. As for Feng Qian, he seems much stronger than before, but still can be dealt with. If I meet any of the three in the next round, there won't be a problem."

  Gu Qing muttered to himself in his heart, completely disregarding the life-taking gaze with a silver mask, and was already considering the next round of battle.

  Finally, Feng Qian's palm fell on his opponent Nalan Zhu, Nalan Zhu had no more strength to fight back, surrendered and admitted defeat. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the Northern War Platform.

  "It's over, so fast." The crowd whispered in unison, it seemed that the first round was going to end like this.

  "Gu Qing, don't waste any more time." Gu Jia's master, Gu Jing, said indifferently, his tone arrogant, as if he was confident in his own son's strength and could settle the matter at any moment.

  "Yes, master." Gu Qing responded with a single word, then looked at Lin Feng and said indifferently: "Get down yourself, I'm too lazy to lift a hand."

  Lin Feng stood with his hands behind his back, wearing a silver mask that only revealed a pair of eyes and half of his face, making it impossible to discern his expression.

  Like Gu Qing, he had been observing the battle just now. Since the opponent was not in a hurry to take action, why should he be anxious? As for Gu Qing's arrogance, Lin Feng had long been accustomed to the kind of face that those self-proclaimed geniuses had.

  "Didn't you hear me? I told you to get out of here. If I were to use force, perhaps you wouldn't even have the chance to roll away, I would take your life directly."

  Gu Qing saw Lin Feng without reaction, frowned and said that the people of their several major families had always looked down on those so-called scattered repair geniuses. Without family training, how could they become great? Like Lin Feng, a scattered repair with no reputation, he looked down even more, so Gu Qing was disdainful of Lin Feng.

  "Take advantage of me not changing my mind yet, get out." Lin Feng's words caused everyone to stare, and someone snickered, thinking to themselves that this person must be crazy.

  Only a few people who came with the autumn mist did not laugh, Lin Feng was very mysterious in their eyes, extremely powerful, and even Wu Xiao couldn't withstand a blow.

  "Gu Qing, you're really unlucky." Fang Qian, who had just won, whispered to himself as he watched the scene unfold, thinking that Gu Qing's actions were suicidal.

  However, at this time Gu Qing's face looked unpleasant, he didn't expect that someone with no reputation would dare to speak to him like that. He was the second person in the Gu family and one of the strongest under the Spiritual Martial Realm, being highly valued by his family.

  "Finish him off." Gu Jing let out a cold, detached voice, causing everyone's expressions to freeze, silently thinking that Lin Feng was done for. It was clear that Gu Jing meant for Gu Qing to kill Lin Feng.

  "Good." Gu Qing heard the anger in the homeowner's voice, his figure flashed and moved extremely fast, not even giving Lin Feng a chance to concede.

  "Mad Fist." Gu Qing let out a loud roar, his fist wind howling, terrifying to the extreme, as if the air itself was being torn apart by his fist wind.

  But Lin Feng remained motionless as a mountain, and just as the fierce punch was about to reach him, a dazzling light enveloped everything, and a sword beam descended from the sky.