Chapter 40: The Three Great Arenas, I've Come to Defeat You!

  The Arena of Valor has a total of five arenas, with three currently in use.

  The first ring is the Eastern Ring. This ring is three feet high, two zhang long and two zhang wide.

  On the stage, Song Ting stood with his hands behind his back.

  He is the host of the Law Force Arena.

  A sturdy outer disciple jumped onto the stage, and Song Ting directly sent a palm over. This palm contained the power of the ninth level of the Qi Refining Stage. At this moment, the eight meridians were connected, and the power was like a tide. One palm went out. The sturdy outer disciple was at the seventh level of the Qi Refining Stage, and he had not yet stood firm on the stage, still in the marginal area. He was instantly blown away by Song Ting's tidal-like palm to the edge of the stage.

  "The champion is Song Tingyong!"

  Song Ting's eyes looked down, disdainfully snorting, how could these people be his opponents, among all the outer door disciples, his magical powers were the most powerful.

  The second arena is Western Arena.

  This stage is also nine feet high, two zhang long and two zhang wide. On the stage, Fang Sheng was holding his sword in his hand.

  He is the master of the swordsmanship arena.

  A yellow-clad outer sect disciple leaped onto the stage, this yellow-clad outer sect disciple cupped his hands in greeting, with a very respectful tone: "I've seen you, Fellow Apprentice Fang."

  "No need for nonsense, let's get to it." Fang Jingtao said coldly.

  "Good." The yellow-robed outer disciple also suddenly drew his sword and struck at Fang Shengtao.

  This yellow-robed outer disciple was practicing the mid-grade Wind Strike Sword Technique, his swordsmanship as swift as the wind, directly attacking Fang Shengtai. Fang Shengtai stood coldly and also unleashed the Wind Strike Sword Technique, clashing swords with him. Both of their sword techniques were the same Wind Strike Sword Technique, but it was clear that one was superior to the other. Fang Shengtai's Wind Strike Sword Technique was faster, more accurate, and more cunning, while this yellow-robed outer disciple's Wind Strike Sword Technique was far inferior in comparison.

  In an instant, Fang Shengtuo sheathed his sword. The yellow-clad outer sect disciple was about to draw his sword when Fang Shengtuo shouted: "Look at your clothes!"

  The yellow-clad outer disciple immediately lowered his head, and three holes appeared on his yellow robe. In other words, if Fang Jingtao really wanted to hurt him, he would have been injured long ago. The yellow-clad outer disciple also lowered his head: "Thank you, Brother Fang, for sparing my life." He stepped down from the stage.

  Fang Jingtao sheathed his sword with a nonchalant expression, casually glancing around at the outer sect disciples, none of whom were his match.

  The third arena is the Southern Arena.

  This stage is three feet high, but it's a bit bigger than usual, six zhang long and six zhang wide. On this stage, Yang Huixing was like a vigilant leopard.

  He is the master of the boxing ring.

  A woman in red shirt jumped onto the stage, this yellow-shirted woman is called Yu Ling, her footwork is extremely good.

  Yu Ling nodded her head: "I've seen Master."

  Yang Hu Xing said casually: "No need for courtesy, if you want to make a move, just do it. Let me see how many steps your Ling Chui Step can take."

  Yu Ling suddenly stepped forward with the Ling Chui step, using the Ling Chui step one step was equivalent to a great distance. With a whooshing sound, she had already arrived at an extremely far place in just one step. Immediately following were the second, third and fourth steps. When the fourth step landed, it had already fallen two zhang away. In just four steps, she could traverse a distance of two zhang, this was the wondrous aspect of the Ling Chui step.

  Yang Hu Xing nodded: "Not bad, watch me." He also suddenly displayed the Ling Cui step method. In an instant, he quickly took out the first step, second step, third step, fourth step, fifth step, and sixth step. When the sixth step fell, he had already landed three zhang away, just six steps could cover a distance of three zhang, this is the Ling Cui Six Steps.

  The Ling Chui Step can be connected for a maximum of eight steps. Yang Huixing has now cultivated to the realm of connecting six steps, making people involuntarily convinced.

  Obviously, Yang Huixing won this time again.

  The three arena masters, Song Ting of the Fa Li Arena, Fang Jingtao of the Jian Shu Arena and Yang Huixing of the Bu Fa Arena, all showed their strength. From time to time, someone would jump onto one of the three arenas to challenge the three masters, but they were all easily defeated by the three masters without exception.

  "Awesome!" an outer sect disciple exclaimed.

  "Yes, Song Ting, Fang Jingtang, and Yang Hu Xing. These three are incredibly powerful, or else they wouldn't be known as the top three experts among our outer sect disciples." The yellow-robed outer sect disciple who had just fought with Fang Jingtang said: "I just exchanged blows with Brother Fang, and he left three sword marks on me without my knowledge, which shows how strong he is."

  "These three are really hopeless, it's too hard to surpass them." Yu Ling, who had just been defeated by Yang Huixing, also sighed and said.

  "Indeed." Another outer sect disciple sighed and said.

  The outer door disciple in yellow clothes said, "However, even if we can't win against these three great masters, we can still experience their greatness during the fight and understand the gap between us and the top outer door disciples. Just like I used to think my mid-grade Yellow Rank sword skill, Wind Strike Sword Skill, was pretty good, but now I realize how bad it actually is. I don't know how I had the qualifications to be so arrogant before, sigh."

  The outer door disciples nodded in agreement. Indeed, being able to exchange blows with the three great masters was also a rather valuable experience.

  At this time, an outer door disciple said: "What about Yan Zhen? What is he doing? Didn't he boast at the Idle Cloud Pavilion a few days ago that he would surpass Master Fang in swordsmanship, Master Song in magical power, and Master Yang in footwork? He was so loud back then, now it's time for him to show some actual results."

  Upon hearing this, many outer sect disciples looked around for Yan Zhen's figure, wanting to see if he had gone to challenge and lost badly. However, they only saw Yan Zhen sitting in a corner of the dueling arena, not having gone to challenge at all. Many outer sect disciples couldn't help but whisper among themselves, wondering why Yan Zhen still hadn't made his move. Some outer sect disciples were secretly laughing, thinking that Yan Zhen was all talk and no action, and now he didn't dare to go on stage, which was truly laughable.

  ……

  Yan Zhen was in no hurry to take the field.

  The protagonist always makes his move at the last minute. Why rush to take action yourself? Let those three great masters, the three supporting characters from outside the sect, show off their skills for a while first.

  Yan Zhen was studying the rules of the arena while taking a break. We can't fight blindly, after all. First, let's study the rules of the Magic Arena. The Magic Arena requires lifting 400 catty stone locks before one is qualified to challenge the Arena Master Song Ting. If anyone could challenge Song Ting, wouldn't he be exhausted to death?

  The final battle with Song Ting was even simpler, with the two of them competing in a best-of-three palm strike contest.

  Yan Zhen looked up at the stage again and found that Song Ting, who was on the stage of Fa Li, had consecutively defeated several opponents, including Situ Guang, an eighth-level practitioner of Qi Refining. Now, Song Ting had a complacent look on his face, as if he was shouting: "Next one, is there anyone else? Who can defeat me?"

  Since he wants to act like this, Yan Zhen can only pretend to be arrogant back: "I can defeat you!"

  Yan Zhen let out a loud shout, immediately drawing everyone's attention in the entire venue.

  Yan Zhen, he finally stood out!

  Is this the rhythm of Yan Zhen being slapped in the face?

  Yan Zhen didn't waste any words and directly arrived in front of the 400-jin heavy Qing stone lock. He placed both hands on the lock, and with a sudden burst of strength, his arm muscles bulged out. Slowly but surely, he lifted the Qing stone lock up, finally holding it above his head, before putting it back down. Only then did Yan Zhen gain the qualification to challenge Song Ting. And as Yan Zhen successfully lifted the Qing stone lock that only a 7th-level Qi-refining cultivator could lift, those who had said he was lucky to have defeated Ouyang Song were immediately proven wrong.

  But at this time, the real challenge began!

  Yan Zhen vs Song Ting!