Chapter 22: The Martial Arts Tournament

  In the confined space, three consecutive Soul-Devouring Gun rays flashed by, and a green figure danced with two Qiankun shields, left and right, "Boom boom boom" bursting out countless energy lights.

  Ye Yang's face was calm and steady, his palms open, gazing quietly at the three Soul Devouring Guns. His dark eyes were filled with confidence and composure.

  Not far away, Zhen Xuan's snow-white five fingers were spread open, a smile on his face, his Luo shirt was blown by the strong wind and swayed, controlling three Soul-Devouring Guns to attack Ye Yang from different angles.

  However, Ye Yang swung his arms in a circle, and the Qian Kun shield "clanged" and knocked all the Soul-Devouring Guns away, guarding himself without leaking a single drop!

  "Hey, Xuan sister, your Soul-Devouring Gun technique is no longer effective against me!" Ye Yang said with a faint smile.

  "Is that so?"

  In an instant, three Soul-Devouring Spears burst forth with intense light, flying towards Ye Yang once again!

  "Boom!"

  The Qian Kun shield shattered in response to the sound, and Ye Yang's right leg was also pierced by the Soul Devouring Gun, with blood gushing out like a spring. Once again, he suffered a crushing defeat under Zeng Xuan's fierce attack.

  "Uh..."

  With a mournful cry, Ye Yang raised his head and angrily asked: "Zhu Xuan sister, this kind of power is not even one-tenth of your actual strength!"

  Zhu Xuan walked up with a smile, her snow-white small hands covering Ye Yang's chest, infusing the magical power of soul healing. She chuckled softly and said: "Of course, this is my 20% strength, I've already felt it, 10% of my power can't hurt you anymore, isn't that no fun?"

  Ye Yang looked at the huge blood hole on his leg and said, "Is this the result you wanted?"

  "Uh-huh."

  Zhu Xuan nodded seriously and said, "Ye Yang, you've indeed improved extremely quickly, being able to master the essence of the Qian Kun Shield in just one day and night. However, you're still far from it. If you were to encounter a high-level expert at the seventh level of the Earthly Realm, with your current strength, you would undoubtedly die!"

  At this moment, a surge of spiritual power rose, and it was Qin Fang. His shadowy body floated in mid-air, saying: "Zhu Xuan, you're not testing Ye Yang, but destroying him... look at how badly he's injured..."

  "Is there a difference?"

  Qin Fang shook his head helplessly: "Alas..."

  Zhu Xuan floated over and sat down beside the bed, smiling as he said: "Old Man Qin Fang, are you worried about your own descendants? What's wrong, if you're not convinced, then condense into a physical form and fight me again!"

  "If I weren't a soul body, your Starry Sky Fifth Grade cultivation would probably not be able to withstand my old self's full-force strike..."

  "Ha! This is no one's fault but yours. The difference between victory and defeat lies in the fact that I am still alive, while you are already dead!"

  As he spoke, Zong Xuan raised his head and looked up at the top, saying: "Today, it seems to be a big day for the Fire God clan, and many people have gathered on the altar of the Fire God!"

  Ye Yang thought for a moment and said, "Today is the day of the Huo Shen Clan's New Star Martial Arts Competition."

  "Oh?"

  Suddenly, a light smile appeared on her face, and her beautiful eyes, which were as red as blood, were filled with joy. She said: "Ye Yang, you are also the new star of the Ye family, why don't you go participate? Let me and Old Man Qin see the results of your cultivation over the past few days!"

  "What kind of cultivation result is this, being trampled and beaten up?"

  However, Ye Yang's heart moved, and attending the family's new star martial arts conference was indeed a good idea. The new stars of the Ye family were only himself and Ye Shuang, and Ye Shuang was obviously far behind.

  Zong Xuan stood up, grabbed Ye Yang's arm and said with a smile: "It's settled then, let's go participate in the Martial Arts Tournament!"

  "Wait... wait a minute!" Ye Yang looked at Zhen Xuan in surprise and said: "You're going out like this?"

  Zhu Xuan looked at himself and asked, "What's wrong, doesn't it fit?"

  Ye Yang's gaze swept across Yun Xuan's entire body, her upper body wearing a thin shirt that barely covered her, with a pair of snow-white peaks that seemed to be about to burst out. Her lower body was only wrapped in a pitifully small piece of cloth, revealing a pair of slender legs. What was even more astonishing was that she didn't even have shoes on, and her jade-like feet were spotlessly clean, without a single speck of dust. This starry sky-level powerhouse's strength was extraordinary and beyond the ordinary, as could be seen from this one glimpse.

  He took another look and asked, "Do you think this outfit is suitable? The old fogies of the Fire God tribe are extremely conservative. If you don't want to attract attention, then don't follow me, let alone say that you know me..."

  "Hey, you're dissatisfied with sister's outfit? Alright, if you dare to say another word, I'll kill you immediately!"

  "Alright then, it's fine like this!"

  “……”

  Zhuang Xuan thought for a moment, then picked up a scarlet cloak from the bedside and wrapped it around her body. Instantly, her slender figure was covered, except for one snow-white leg that still shone with elegance.

  Ye Yang took another look and didn't say anything.

  A hint of murderous intent flashed in Zong Xuan's eyes: "You stinky little brat, dare to look? I'm a stunning beauty, not good enough for you?"

  "Ah, the flower of youth..."

  Ye Yang nodded, but then thought of Yun Xiao Xi, the absolutely beautiful girl who had appeared in Liang City. Hmm, she was indeed a stunning beauty, as for Zeng Xuan, it would be more fitting to describe her as enchanting and alluring.

  "Xuan sister, Qingyou Gate, what kind of sect is it?" Ye Yang couldn't help but ask.

  "You suddenly asked this, what's going on?"

  "Just asking casually."

  "Don't ask again, or I'll kill you!"

  "Good, you're really kind."

  "Hmm, you think so too?"

  “……”

  Ye Yang looked around and said: "Where are we going out from? If we leave from the entrance of Huo Long Cave, we will inevitably escape those people's eyes."

  "Don't be afraid, just follow me!"

  "Oh?"

  Arriving at the entrance, Zong Xuan crossed his hands, and the starlight rotated. He let out a tender shout: "Ling Yin Technique!"

  "Wow!"

  A white mist rose, enveloping Ye Yang and Zeng Xuan within it.

  "So, others won't be able to see us?" Ye Yang asked.

  "Uh-huh, using the principle of light refraction, the power of the starry sky transfers the light from the scenery behind us to the front, so in other people's eyes, we don't exist."

  "But I always feel like I'm being seen through..."

  "Cut the crap, get out!"

  The door was quietly opened a crack and the two of them flew out.

  Outside was a sea of voices, the martial arena opposite the Fire God's altar was packed with people, it was indeed a grand gathering for the entire Fire God clan!

  Zhu Xuan tightly grasped Ye Yang's arm and took him away from the Fire God Altar. As they passed through the forest, the effect of the Ling Yin technique disappeared.

  "The Ye family's seats are over there!" Zhen Xuan pointed with his hand.

  "Are you going with me?"

  Zhu Xuan nodded: "Uh-huh."

  "How am I supposed to explain?"

  "Whatever!"

  "Alright..."

  Ye Yang leaped onto the high platform, his movements extraordinary, while Zeng Xuan floated down beside him like a phantom, their cultivation levels clearly distinguishable.

  Ye Nan Tian was overjoyed when he saw his son return and immediately exclaimed: "Zi Yu, you've finally come!"

  Ye Yang nodded.

  Ye Nan Tian's gaze fell on Zeng Xuan, although Zeng Xuan was wearing a cloak to conceal his proud figure, but a handsome face could not be hidden. Ye Nan Tian secretly felt shocked and asked: "Zi Yu, who is this young lady?"

  Ye Yang glanced at Zhen Xuan and said, "Dad, this young lady was won from the Bai Se gambling house. Hmm, let her be my personal maid from now on."

  "Uh, oh, okay......" Ye Nantian hesitated for a moment, but didn't say anything else.

  It turns out that Zhen Xuan's killing intent was revealed, his right palm stood up like a knife, and the power of the starry sky was brewing in it. He said in a low voice: "You stinky boy, do you want to die? You actually... actually said I'm your personal maid?"

  Ye Yang's expression was calm: "What is your identity, you can say whatever you want, I just need to guarantee that your identity won't be exposed, unless Sister Mo Fen Xuan doesn't want to watch the martial arts competition?"

  "Hmmph!"

  Zhu Xuan tidied up her cloak and sat down on the stone bench beside Ye Yang, who also seemed to have gradually noticed something unusual. Although Zhu Xuan's cultivation was astonishing, she had been living in seclusion underground for many years, yet she still maintained a youthful demeanor that belied her age.

  As long as he didn't touch the scales of the Jiaolong, Ye Yang was confident that he wouldn't be in danger. The scales of the Jiaolong referred to the Xiulou Temple and the Qingyou Gate. As for what lay within, it wasn't something that Ye Yang could comprehend.

  ……

  At this time, the martial arts arena suddenly burst into flames, and a figure emerged from the endless sea of fire. It was Peng Feng, the patriarch of the Fire God clan, a super strong being with the power of the ninth level of the Grand Earth!

  The corner of his eyes narrowed, and he couldn't help but laugh: "It's also considered to have some weight, but as the patriarch of the Fire God clan, it's a bit too mediocre. Thousands of years ago, the patriarch of the Fire God clan must have been a strong man who stepped into the starry sky realm. It seems that this family is indeed declining day by day..."

  Ye Yang remained silent.

  In the arena, Peng Feng's sleeves fluttered as he said sternly: "Young masters of various families, it's time for the Fire God Clan's Newcomer Martial Arts Tournament again. I hope you can all show your skills and fight for the prosperity of the Fire God Clan!"

  As he spoke, Peng Feng floated away and returned to the seat of the master of the Peng family. Beside him was the delicate and elegant Peng Yue'er, holding a brand new long sword, her eyes occasionally glancing in Ye Yang's direction.

  The whole field was silent, and only one person stood up. It was Cao De, the master of the Cao family. His voice was loud and clear, "The rules for the martial arts competition are challenge-based. One person goes on stage to accept challenges from others. The last person standing on the stage within half a day will be the winner of this martial arts competition!"

  A very cruel challenge system, which means that the strong will have to accept a series of battles in a row, while the weak may not even get a chance to go on stage.

  Qianxuan raised an eyebrow and smiled lightly: "Youngster, your chance to show off has come!"

  "Can't, now going up will definitely be exhausted by the wheel war, only a fool would go up..."

  "Hmph, you're so pathetic!" Zeng Xuan cast a disdainful glance.

  Ye Yang smiled, a Starry Sky strongman looked down on himself, this was already considered giving him some face. Generally speaking, the attitude of Starry Sky strongmen towards ordinary warriors was extremely arrogant, not even bothering to give them a glance. This was the rule of this world: the strong were everything and could trample all over others.

  Even if a Starry Sky level powerhouse kills someone, they won't be wanted by the Empire. In this world where the strong are revered, Starry Sky powerhouses are powerful existences that every faction and country wants to recruit. Some Starry Sky powerhouses can even reach the level of splitting the land and becoming a king!

  Everyone looked up with anticipation, and finally, a member of the Zhen family jumped onto the stage. He was a martial artist wielding a battle axe, robust and muscular, wearing a tiger skin shirt, with three golden stars floating on his chest, revealing that he was a third-level martial artist of the Earthly Realm.

  "My name is Zhen Hu! Any brothers from other families who don't submit, come and experience my ferocity!" Zhen Hu loudly shouted with a stern tone, clearly not putting the young newcomers from other surnames in his eyes.

  As soon as the words fell, a young man holding a war knife flew onto the stage and said: "Zhou Hu brother, I'm Cao Ren, here to learn from your skills!"

  Xīn Hǔ burst into loud laughter, suddenly letting out a fierce roar, as countless yellow flames erupted from his body, forming a powerful aura that guarded him!

  Zong Xuan coldly laughed: "Earth and fire combined defensive martial art - Fire Rock Shield, a mid-grade Huang stage martial art. Heh heh, indeed just a child's plaything..."

  Ye Yang saw it clearly, and the defense of this Zhen Hu indeed strengthened a lot in an instant, but it was still not strong enough. Of course, for his opponent, that would be a different story.

  Cao Ren flew up and raised his long sword, striking from above!

  "Boom!"

  The fire rock shield shook with a humming noise, the tiger-striped silk remained still, and with a loud shout, he moved his body, instantly rebounding a thick power!

  "Hmmph..."

  Cao Ren spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell to the stage like a kite with its string cut. After several minutes, he struggled to get up, clasped his fists together in respect, and said: "Zhen Hu brother, I...I lost..."

  "Alright, alright, brother!"

  At this moment, bursts of applause erupted from the Zhen family's side.

  Cao De's face turned extremely ugly, and a young man behind him went into battle.

  But after several rounds, still ended in defeat.

  Zhen Hu's face was filled with pride, and among the younger generation, having a cultivation level of third-grade Grandmaster was indeed extremely rare. Cao De could only regret that he couldn't be thirty years younger, otherwise he would personally go up to teach this insignificant third-grade Grandmaster a lesson.

  ……

  Peng sat on the chair.

  Peng Feng sidled over and whispered with a smile: "Rong Yue, go!"

  "Good!"

  Peng Yue'er nodded, her slender figure fluttering down to the edge of the martial arena, holding a slender sword and smiling: "Zhou Hu brother, you'd better let your sister win this time~"

  Zhen Hu was taken aback and laughed, saying: "Moonchild is joking, you are at least a Fourth Level of the Grand Earth Realm, how could I possibly be your opponent? Then... please enlighten me!"

  "Good!"

  Peng Yue'er's long sword hung low, her eyes gazing forward, quite a heroic demeanor. Her snow-white arm was faintly glowing with flames as the majestic fire god's power surged into the sword. The next moment, the sword hummed loudly, its body surrounded by crimson flames!

  "What?!" Zhen Hu was shocked.

  Peng Yue'er smiled lightly: "This is a ninth-grade sword, be careful!"

  His eyes turned bloodshot in an instant, and with a fierce cry, he urged on the Fire God's power to its limits. The outcome would be decided in just one move!

  Peng Yue'er, with a confident smile, held her sword in both hands and suddenly charged forward to close range. Her elegant figure spun around, and the sharp sword imbued with the power of the fire god swept across!

  "Hmph..."

  With a soft sound, Zhen Hu knelt down on one knee, the powerful fire rock shield had shattered into countless energy star fragments, and his chest also left a long sword mark, with fresh blood splashing out.

  "Brother Tiger is right, I concede!"

  Peng Yue'er smiled as she held her sword, while Jin Hu covered the injured area and stepped down from the stage. In fact, from the moment Peng Yue'er took the stage, he had already anticipated the outcome. Compared to the genius girl of the Peng family, although his own talent was not bad, he could only be considered a mediocre person.

  ……

  Peng Yue'er stood elegantly on the stage, smiling sweetly and saying: "Is there anyone else who wants to come and challenge this sword in my hand?"

  Everyone was dissatisfied, and the young generation of the Huo family had at least a hundred people. The Ye family's decline was not mentioned, but the Cao, Tu, and Zhen families, which were in their heyday, had dozens of young newcomers. Naturally, they all competed with each other, knowing that Peng Yue'er had already entered the fifth level of the earth, yet they still took to the stage one after another.

  As a result, all of them were defeated and almost none of them could withstand even one sword from Peng Yue'er.

  "Hmph, how disappointing..."

  Peng Yue'er stood at the edge of the stage, her eyes proudly looking down at the crowd below, saying: "Among the younger generation, are they all just mediocre and useless people?"

  "Who... who are you calling a waste?!" On the stage, a young man drew his sword in anger. It was none other than Ye Shuang of the Ye family, Ye Yang's younger cousin.

  Peng Yue'er sneered: "Ye Shuang? That's right, I'm talking about you, what can you do?"

  "YOU!" Ye Shuang's face turned bright red with anger, she drew her sword and leaped onto the high platform, shouting: "I... I want to challenge you, you self-proclaimed extraordinary woman!"

  "Hmph, trash!" Peng Yue'er coldly sneered.

  Ye Shuang's face turned red with rage, and he poured the Fire God's power into his iron sword. With a loud crash, he slashed out with one stroke!

  "Ka-chunk..."

  A crisp sound, Peng Yue'er's body was like a ghostly shadow as she brushed past her opponent. The next moment, Ye Shuang let out a blood-curdling scream, and the arm holding his sword had been severed cleanly!

  "Frost!"

  Ye Beicheng was shocked and hastily flew onto the stage. Who would have thought that Peng Yue'er would suddenly release a powerful aura, her palm silently rising to strike Ye Beicheng with an invisible force, sending him flying backward as he spat out fresh blood, his new injuries piling on top of old ones!

  Peng Yue'er coldly gazed at Ye Bei Chi, lightly laughing: "The divine craftsman of casting soldiers? Weak to this extent, it's simply a joke. I think the Ye family's smelting workshop should just close down, to avoid losing face!"

  As she spoke, Peng Yue'er raised her long sword, its light shining brightly, as if she was about to make a fatal move against Ye Beicheng!

  ……

  At this moment, a green figure flashed by, Ye Beicheng disappeared, and Peng Yue'er's sword energy chopped down on the empty ground, stirring up dust and flying sand.

  "How is this possible?"

  Peng Yue'er widened her eyes, only to find Ye Yang gently placing Ye Beicheng on the chair, his eyes blazing with fury.

  "Ye Yang, are you finally going to put up a fight?" Peng Yue'er sneered coldly in anger.

  "Yes!"

  Ye Yang stepped up onto the high platform, reached out and wrapped his arms around Ye Shuang's body, picked up the severed arm and placed it in the hands of the medical officer, then returned to the stage once again.

  Four eyes met, and the two great masters of the Fire God clan reunited once again!

  One is the young lady who has been called a genius since childhood, with extraordinary talent and possessing strength above level 5 of the Grandmaster Realm. The other is the youth who was once called trash but defeated Peng Yue'er in three moves just a few days ago, shocking the entire Huo Family!

  Looking at the bloodstains on Peng Yue'er's sword tip, Ye Yang said faintly: "You're too ruthless!"

  "I'd be happy to!"

  Peng Yue'er raised her sharp sword and coldly said: "Today, this sword will not only drink blood, but also drink your blood!"

  "Really?"

  Ye Yang stretched out his hand and pulled out the Broken Flame Sword from behind his back, infusing it with the True Qi of the Fire God's residual scroll. Instantly, the sword blade was surrounded by a crimson red sword aura, flames dancing, scorching hot power surging into the sky, a strong and fierce flame aura spreading around, many low-level cultivators unable to bear it, involuntarily retreating.

  "What?!"

  Peng Feng suddenly couldn't sit still, slapping the armrest and standing up, his eyes unable to conceal his astonishment, he said in a low voice: "This... what kind of power is this?"