The competition had just begun, and Ye Xingchen had already directly crippled three participants. The speed and cruelty of his methods caused the martial artists on the spectator stands to stare wide-eyed.

“A bunch of trash, come fight.”

These words instantly ignited the fury in the hearts of Pingyang Commandery’s martial artists.

A guy from a ninth-class commandery’s eighth-tier sect actually dared to be this arrogant—this was intolerable!

The participants in the third competition area, seeing Ye Xingchen consecutively waste three people, originally felt somewhat apprehensive, but hearing his words, their fury also rose!

Go!

Give him a severe beating!

Swish! Swish!

In an instant, over ten participants charged from different directions, fist techniques, palm techniques, and leg techniques all greeting him.

Ye Xingchen raised an eyebrow.

Executing the Dragon-Crossing Steps, he instantly closed in on two martial artists and launched two heavy punches, directly blasting them away.

After succeeding, without the slightest hesitation, he first avoided the attackers from behind, then continued executing Explosive Fist.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

With spiritual energy spreading in waves, the attacking participants were all sent flying!

Ye Xingchen struck very heavily. The martial artists blasted away all immediately vomited blood and lost their combat ability.

This was still because the competition had rules against taking lives—otherwise, given his personality, the participants fallen on the ground would already be corpses.

However.

There were over three hundred people.

So this battle had only just begun!

Swish! Swish! Swish!

More participants charged over.

They couldn’t tolerate an outer commandery eighth-tier sect disciple being this arrogant on their home turf!

From Jun Changxiao’s overhead perspective, Ye Xingchen was surrounded by hundreds of participants in three inner and outer layers—the scene was truly spectacular.

“Sect Leader Jun.”

A nearby leader smiled: “Your disciple’s strength is quite good. It’s just a pity that two fists can’t match many fists—sooner or later he’ll be eliminated.”

“Is that so?”

Jun Changxiao folded his arms and smiled.

Boom! Boom!

In the third competition area, Ye Xingchen continued fighting alone. Each time he struck, he injured a participant, performing extraordinarily formidably!

Possessing rich martial dao experience and strength superior to the participants, even facing over three hundred participants, our Emperor Ye wasn’t the least bit flustered.

Jun Changxiao had chosen the right person to send to participate.

If it were Li Qingyang or Xiao Zuiji, it would be very difficult to face off against so many participants head-on.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Frequently executing Explosive Fist and Mountain-Opening Palm, Ye Xingchen seemed to transform into a proud lone warrior, trapped in an enemy camp fighting countless soldiers!

Participant after participant either got blasted away or fell to the ground under his cold, fierce attacks.

In a short time, at least fifty-some martial artists had been knocked down and lost their combat ability.

“This…”

The martial artists on the spectator stands watched dumbfounded.

The Iron Bones Sect disciple knocked down one person with each punch—his combat power was too terrifying!

It’s fine, it’s fine!

There were still over two hundred participants on the field.

He was ultimately just one person—even if they had to wear him down, they could exhaust him to death!

The participants surrounding Ye Xingchen also thought this way, so they continued attacking. If it weren’t limited by spatial constraints, they probably would have all pressed forward together.

The other competition areas had also begun fighting.

But in terms of excitement, they definitely couldn’t compare to the third competition area—after all, Ye Xingchen was single-handedly fighting hundreds of people alone.

The spectating martial artists’ gazes were all locked on the third competition area, locked on that Iron Bones Sect disciple who seemed to be mowing grass.

“Too strong!”

“Could this guy be a Wushi?”

“Not a single participant attacked by him can stand up!”

As participants were repeatedly sent flying and fell to the ground by Ye Xingchen, everyone’s gazes grew increasingly shocked.

The faction leaders were also full of astonishment.

That Iron Bones Sect disciple, facing so many people, not only evaded with ease but could also counterattack perfectly—flawless to the point of impeccability!

If he hadn’t emitted Wutu aura, they would even suspect that an experienced veteran Wuzong was fighting others!

Ye Xingchen’s performance also surprised Jun Changxiao, who thought inwardly: “This disciple of mine is actually quite strong.”

“More than just ‘quite,'” the System said.

Jun Changxiao folded his arms and smiled: “Looks like only one person from the third competition area can advance.”

“Hmph.”

A nearby leader said indifferently: “Sect Leader Jun, the competition has just begun. The real show is still to come.”

“Correct.”

Jun Changxiao agreed: “The real show is still to come.”

…

Third competition area.

The battle continued!

Ye Xingchen seemed like a war god. With each movement of his hands and feet, participants fell and couldn’t get up. Blood splattered everywhere on the stone slabs.

Probably about ten minutes passed.

The martial artists lying on the ground had already risen to one hundred fifty people.

Not only was Ye Xingchen not tired, but he grew braver with each battle, causing deep apprehension to rise in the gazes of the remaining participants.

This guy was too strong!

They couldn’t charge anymore—otherwise, they’d definitely be eliminated for sure!

Pingyang Commandery’s participants began to calm down. No one foolishly charged forward to their deaths anymore—they just surrounded Ye Xingchen.

You won’t come up?

Then I’ll come to you!

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Ye Xingchen executed the Dragon-Crossing Steps, both fists gathering spiritual energy. As long as he approached a martial artist, he would swing out Explosive Fist, repeatedly knocking down his locked targets.

This way, the participants became afraid and retreated backward one after another!

“…”

The spectating martial artists’ mouths twitched.

So many people scared into fleeing in all directions by one person—truly too shameful!

Jun Changxiao shrugged, saying with some disappointment: “Your Pingyang Commandery’s participants are nothing special.”

The faction leaders’ expressions became ugly.

Boom! Boom!

Ye Xingchen was still fighting.

The competition area was only so large. Even if the participants ran, they couldn’t run far, so once locked on, their fate was to fall injured to the ground.

Thud! Thud!

Participant after participant fell to the ground, the number of eliminated continuously rising.

Thirty minutes later.

“Thump!”

A ninth-grade Wutu, clutching his stomach in extreme pain, fell to the ground, then fainted.

“Trash,” Ye Xingchen said disdainfully.

Very arrogant!

But he had the qualifications to be arrogant!

Because in the third competition area, only he was still standing. All over three hundred participants were lying on the ground, moaning in pain!

The martial artists on the spectator stands were each stunned like wooden chickens.

They had imagined that after the competition started, how the Iron Bones Sect disciple would be taken care of by the various sect disciples, how he would be brutally abused in various ways.

But they never imagined that so many participants would all be knocked down by him alone!

The time used was less than half an hour!

The faction leaders were also dumbfounded, especially seeing a championship favorite knocked down to the ground, their mouths violently twitching.

This Iron Bones Sect disciple was truly strong!

Jun Changxiao looked at that leader who had spoken earlier and smiled: “The first act of the show has ended.”

Yes.

The show had ended.

Not only was the Iron Bones Sect disciple not eliminated, but he had eliminated all over three hundred participants.

This kind of elimination of all participants in a competition area during the first round had never occurred in the history of Pingyang Commandery’s sect competition!

No wonder when Ye Xingchen dealt with the last participant, all of Pingyang Commandery’s martial artists were dumbfounded.

“First round, third competition area’s advancing participant… Qingyang Commandery, Iron Bones Clanging Sect, Ye Xingchen!” the referee announced loudly.

Ye Xingchen stepped over the bodies of participant after participant until he walked out of the competition area, then said indifferently: “Participating in this kind of competition is a complete waste of time.”