“Haoran Gate, Xin Yongyang.”

The Haoran Gate disciple who walked to the center of the martial arts arena announced his name.

This person was the disciple second only to the first-grade Wushi in the sect, and his overall strength was also greater than Hu Zheng’s.

This “greater” wasn’t much greater.

After all, both were peak Wutu. As long as they hadn’t crossed into Wushi, the gap between them was merely two to three thousand jin or so.

“Begin!” the referee shouted.

For his Sect Master, for the sect’s glory, Xin Yongyang charged forward first.

His spiritual energy fully erupted, not only gathering throughout his entire body to protect several major acupoints, but also channeling into both palms.

“Swish swish swish!”

In an instant, both palms launched attacks. Spiritual energy howled out, forming palm strike after palm strike, accompanied by whistling sounds.

This was the Tiger Roar Dragon Chant Palm.

Haoran Gate’s exclusive palm technique that reached middle-grade high-tier.

This technique was divided into Tiger Roar Palm and Dragon Chant Palm. They could be used separately or deployed together as dragon and tiger, forming the momentum of tiger roar and dragon chant!

Since entering the sect, Xin Yongyang had primarily cultivated this palm technique.

Combined with peak Wutu spiritual energy, once deployed, the air waves formed and the friction with the air would produce sounds of tiger roar and dragon chant!

“Swish! Swish!”

Palm strikes like dragon on the left and tiger on the right swept forward, as if dragon and tiger were roaring together.

Drawing repeated praise from leaders of all sides, they unanimously agreed that this one’s comprehension of palm techniques had reached the realm of perfection, worthy of being a genius with superior-grade spiritual roots.

How would that Iron Bones Sect’s Li Qingyang counter this?

“Swish!”

As everyone pondered, Li Qingyang stepped forward, condensing his Explosive Fist and bombarding forward, clearly intending to use the most upright and dignified confrontation to contend with the Tiger Roar Dragon Chant Palm.

“Boom! Boom! Boom!”

The two’s fists and palms collided. Energy fluctuations permeated the air, forming ripple after ripple.

In just a few seconds, Li Qingyang and Xin Yongyang had already exchanged over ten moves. From the situation, it seemed they were fighting evenly.

That’s right!

This was normal sparring!

The previous four matches weren’t intense at all—what a waste of our trip to watch the excitement!

“Boom! Boom! Boom!”

The two exchanged over ten more moves, then separated with tacit understanding, maintaining a certain distance.

Li Qingyang’s expression was calm and indifferent.

Xin Yongyang’s brow furrowed slightly. He relaxed his palms, trying to relieve the numbness that had risen from the recent collisions.

“The Haoran Gate disciple is at a disadvantage,” Wang Donglin said.

Qin Haoran also detected it, his expression darkening again.

Is my Haoran Gate going to lose this sparring match too?

Look—beaten until we’ve lost confidence, yet still shamelessly insisting on continuing the battle, agreeing to stakes of ten million taels. Is there something wrong with our brains?

If we lose this match, it doesn’t matter!

That Iron Bones Sect’s strongest, Li Qingyang, has already taken the stage. The disciples sent out in the next two matches definitely won’t be strong. As long as we take two matches, we can still win!

“Swish!”

“Swish!”

Li Qingyang and Xin Yongyang fought again.

The two didn’t disappoint the martial artists watching the excitement. Entangled together, they fought exceptionally fiercely.

This fighting style was normal.

Earlier, it was either kicking with feet or chrysanthemum withering, or pounding like a sandbag in a completely one-sided situation—what fun was there in watching that!

“Boom! Boom! Boom!”

Explosive sounds and tiger roar dragon chant sounds rang throughout the martial arts arena. Li Qingyang and Xin Yongyang, exchanging blows, fought faster and faster, more and more intensely.

Jun Changxiao folded his arms and murmured, “Qingyang didn’t choose a quick battle. He probably wants to use this peak Wutu as a sparring partner.”

“Boom!”

Just then, an explosive sound came.

Li Qingyang’s fist, gathering over twenty thousand jin of power, bombarded Xin Yongyang’s palm, shocking him into staggering backward several steps.

“The Haoran Gate disciple is at a disadvantage!”

“Directly contending against Xin Yongyang executing the Tiger Roar Dragon Chant Palm—this Li Qingyang is truly formidable!”

“On Lingquan Mountain, defeating Shengquan Sect’s inner disciple was definitely no fluke!”

Everyone praised Li Qingyang endlessly.

Why?

Because his moves were open and honorable, fought with great grace!

Unlike the Iron Bones Sect disciples in the previous four matches—either kicking temples or using vulgar moves like chrysanthemum withering.

Hearing everyone discussing his son, Family Head Li proudly puffed out his chest, his face filled with pride.

Xin Yongyang struggled to steady himself, his expression somewhat ugly. His right palm conveyed swelling pain and numbness—clearly he’d been bombarded quite severely.

“Swish!”

Li Qingyang stepped forward, condensing his Explosive Fist and launching attacks again.

This time, he gave Xin Yongyang no opportunity to catch his breath, frequently bombarding until his opponent could only block and retreat, then… was beaten out of the martial arts arena.

Iron Bones Sect wins another round!

Counting the four previous voided matches, that made it five to zero.

Li Qingyang’s victory didn’t surprise Jun Changxiao.

Among Iron Bones Sect’s seven inner disciples, Su Xiaomu and Li Fei excelled at movement techniques and leg power, Xiao Zuiji had refined his body to the extreme, and Lu Qianqian had abundant spiritual energy.

Though Li Qingyang had no particularly dazzling strengths, he also had no particularly obvious weaknesses—he belonged to the comprehensive and balanced development type.

Moreover, among the inner disciples, he currently had the highest cultivation, having already broken through to seventh-grade Wutu.

Peak Wutu Hu Zheng was pounded unconscious by Xiao Zuiji.

If the second disciple couldn’t take down Xin Yongyang, also a peak Wutu, that would be strange.

Never mind Jun Changxiao—even the leaders from all sides watching the battle had no surprise at Li Qingyang’s victory, because he performed too perfectly, too flawlessly.

When Su Xiaomu and the others won in the first four matches, there was a feeling of “how did the plot reverse?” Li Qingyang’s victory was completely natural.

Wang Donglin commented, “This one doesn’t have the highlights of the previous disciples, but his value lies in being very steady.”

“Oh my.”

Jun Changxiao cupped his fists and said, “Alliance Leader Qin, if my Iron Bones Sect wins the next match again, your Haoran Gate will have to pay out ten million taels.”

“Hmph.”

Qin Haoran said coldly, “Sect Master Jun, your Iron Bones Sect’s elite disciples are all deployed—can you still contend with my next disciple?”

All elite deployed?

Is he looking down on this Emperor?

Behind them, Ye Xingchen’s expression darkened as he said in a deep voice, “Sect Master, I’ll fight the next match!”

Coming to Haoran Gate, he had wanted to battle, even planning to challenge them one by one.

“Mm.”

Jun Changxiao said, “Take the stage.”

“Crack, crack!”

Ye Xingchen clenched both fists and walked out shaking his head as if unafraid of breaking his neck, his eyes flashing with cold severity.

Qin Haoran said coolly, “Pei Jun, you go. Remember—you must win.”

“Yes.”

The core disciple named Pei Jun walked out, thick spiritual energy permeating around his entire body—clearly Haoran Gate’s strongest disciple.

“Alliance Leader Qin has finally sent out this Wushi-level core disciple.”

“That Iron Bones Sect disciple looks to be at fifth or sixth-grade Wutu level at a glance—he has absolutely no hope of winning.”

“In my view, Sect Master Jun’s plan is to have strong disciples fight the opening battles, then have disciples like this serve as cannon fodder.”

Cannon fodder?

Ye Xingchen erupted in fury.

If this Emperor still had his previous life’s cultivation, he would crush all you lowly ants to death in his palm, making your souls scatter, never to be reborn for all eternity!

Truly worthy of being Night Emperor—such terrifying thoughts!

“Step.”

Pei Jun took the first step to the central area and cupped his fists, saying, “Haoran Gate, Pei Jun.”

Ye Xingchen said coolly, “Cut the nonsense. Let’s begin.”

“Tsk tsk, this cannon fodder is quite arrogant.”

“Doesn’t he know that Pei Jun is Haoran Gate’s strongest core disciple?”

“Using the weakest to exhaust the strongest—even if he loses, it’s worth it.”

Every sentence of the crowd’s discussion clearly entered Ye Xingchen’s ears. The fury within his body howled out, instantly permeating his eyes, as if two flames had risen.

Pei Jun thought secretly in alarm, “This guy’s gaze is terrifying!”

“You!”

Ye Xingchen turned his head to look at the referee and roared angrily, “Hurry up and call start—this old man can’t wait anymore!”

Such a bad temper…

“Begin!” the referee shouted.

The voice had just fallen when Pei Jun had already charged forward. Both hands reached back, spiritual energy gathering in his palms, just about to…

“Swish!”

Ye Xingchen suddenly appeared on the left side and said coldly, “Kid, your speed is too slow.”

“Boom—”