The first round of the Pingyang Commandery Sect Tournament was set for one hour. Ye Xingchen eliminated all participants from the third arena and was the first to advance to the second round.

The other seven arenas were still engaged in combat.

After a full hour of battle, over thirty people advanced to the second round.

When they emerged and saw all the participants from the third arena lying on the ground, astonishment appeared on every face.

Due to the terrain restrictions and their focus on their own matches, these participants had not witnessed how Ye Xingchen had mowed them down.

It was good they hadn’t seen it.

Otherwise, they would certainly have been deeply shocked.

They might even have given up any hope of winning the championship.

After the first round concluded and a brief rest period, the advancing participants began selecting numbered tokens for one-on-one matches.

Most participants who survived the grand melee had strength above Fifth Grade, so the second round’s battles would definitely be even more spectacular.

However.

When the Heshan Sect disciple drew Ye Xingchen as his opponent, the sect’s leadership collapsed into their seats.

Done for, absolutely done for.

Their own disciple, a mere Sixth Grade Wutu, would certainly be completely thrashed since that fellow had already eliminated all the championship favorites.

“The second round, first match begins!” the referee shouted.

Ye Xingchen and the Heshan Sect disciple stepped onto the arena.

“Begin!”

“Swish!”

The Heshan Sect disciple struck first, executing the Crane Step and Crane Form Fist, dodging left and right.

In the past, the Heshan Sect leadership would have nodded in approval at their disciple’s performance, but now their mouths twitched violently.

Against such a powerful opponent, these fancy tricks are useless!

Sure enough.

As the disciple performed the Crane Step, constantly repositioning and circling, Ye Xingchen impatiently punched him in the face and knocked him unconscious to the ground.

“Such incredible speed!”

“The Heshan Sect disciple was instantly defeated!”

“This fellow is extremely strong!”

The expressions of the thirty-plus participants grew heavy.

The second round continued until, after an hour, sixteen people advanced, then drew lots again to determine opponents.

“Thud!”

On the arena, the Seventh Grade Wutu who took Ye Xingchen’s punch grimaced as he collapsed to the ground.

“Victor, Ye Xingchen!”

“Thud!”

“Victor, Ye Xingchen!”

In the round of eight, Ye Xingchen again knocked down his opponent with a single punch, causing the other participants’ faces to change dramatically, cold sweat seeping from their foreheads.

This wasn’t just strong.

This was incredibly strong!

At that moment, the participants finally understood why all the participants from the third arena had fallen!

The semifinals battle.

Ye Xingchen didn’t use his fist, instead using the Mountain Cleaving Palm to instantly defeat his opponent, successfully advancing to the finals.

Everyone’s mouths twitched even more violently.

From the start of the one-on-one second round, the Ironbone Sect disciple hadn’t needed a second move—he was simply an invincible existence!

“Alas.”

Jun Changxiao shook his head and said, “Sending disciples to participate in this level of sect tournament is just a complete waste of time.”

“…”

The faces of the sect leaders sitting nearby turned extremely ugly.

There was no helping it.

The other side’s disciple was too strong; they could only watch helplessly as he showed off.

What should have been spectacular matches became dull and boring due to Ye Xingchen repeatedly defeating opponents with a single strike.

The martial artists of Pingyang Commandery had already stopped caring about the championship, knowing it would certainly go to the Ironbone Sect. Now they were thinking about whether the finals match could make that fellow use two moves!

Their wish wouldn’t come true.

Because after the finals battle began, Ye Xingchen similarly used one move to blast the Ninth Grade Wutu off the arena.

The Pingyang Commandery Sect Tournament thus concluded.

When the Suiyang City Lord began announcing the championship winner, the two hundred thousand spectators were still somewhat mentally dazed.

In previous Pingyang Commandery Sect Tournament finals, battles were always spectacular and thrilling, but this year’s ended as soon as it began!

Not exciting at all!

Not blood-pumping at all!

They should count their blessings.

At least the finals actually had a fight.

In the Qingyang Commandery Sect Tournament, Xiao Zui won the championship without even making a move—boring enough to make the spectators vomit blood!

…

“Ding! Side quest completed, Host receives 500 Contribution Points.”

“Ding! Sect Contribution Points: 1155/1000.”

“Ding! Sect Contribution Points overflowing…”

“Ding! Host completed side quest, rewarded with one bottle of Supreme Grade Constitution Transformation Elixir.”

Tsk tsk.

The rewards for this elite quest are quite generous!

Jun Changxiao stood up, cupping his fists toward the sect leaders: “Many thanks to all of you for giving face and yielding a sect tournament championship to my Ironbone Sect.”

This word “yielding” was quite clever, yet it also transformed into an invisible giant palm that viciously slapped the faces of all the powers of Pingyang Commandery, making their faces extremely ugly.

Didn’t they think the Ironbone Sect would be eliminated?

And the result?

Claiming the championship so easily and effortlessly.

…

Under the gaze of two hundred thousand pairs of eyes, Ye Xingchen received the superior-grade martial technique and one hundred spirit stones.

Thus, the sect tournament concluded.

An outer commandery sect claiming the championship would certainly cause a huge commotion in Pingyang Commandery.

The Ironbone Clanging Sect would naturally become the focus of discussion.

All of this was unrelated to Jun Changxiao, because after leaving the venue and resting briefly, he set off with Ye Xingchen to return to the sect.

When they arrived, the martial artists of Pingyang Commandery knew they were from a Ninth-Rank Commandery, Eighth-Rate Sect, and looked at them with nothing but contempt. Now their gazes were filled with awe.

Knocking down over three hundred people in the first-round melee, then completely defeating all opponents with single strikes in subsequent matches—this sect disciple was truly terrifying!

Respect cannot be demanded, only earned through fighting.

…

“Detestable!”

On the road back to his sect riding the Black-Skinned Leopard, the young Beast Taming Sect master’s eyes flickered with rage.

“Young Sect Master.”

One disciple said, “Are we just leaving like this? Wouldn’t that be letting the Ironbone Sect off too easily?”

The young sect master said irritably, “That fellow forcefully claimed the championship with strength far above mine. If we don’t let the Ironbone Sect leave, should we go up there to get thrashed?”

The humiliation at the city gate was hard to accept, and he had decided to wait outside after the sect tournament ended to teach that Ironbone Sect fellow a lesson.

But after witnessing Ye Xingchen forcefully claim the championship, he hastily abandoned that thought.

Too strong—he couldn’t afford to provoke him!

Hmph.

This debt, I’ll remember it, and if we meet next time, I’ll definitely…

“Roar!”

Suddenly, a roar came from the forest behind them.

The Black-Skinned Leopard’s gaze froze, then filled with terror, its body trembling in fear.

The Beast Taming Sect young master’s face also changed slightly.

This roar definitely came from a tiger beast, and from the sound it was clear it was extremely ferocious—its level was certainly not low!

“Swish!”

A tiger beast with purple fur leaped out from the grass on the left, then landed not far from the group.

Hiss, hiss, hiss!

Purple lightning crackled and sprayed around its body.

The Beast Taming Sect young master and disciples’ eyes instantly widened!

“Heh.”

Jun Changxiao, riding on top, looked over and smiled. “Isn’t this the young master from the city gate? I didn’t expect to encounter you in these desolate mountains.”

“Roar!”

The Purple Lightning Young Tiger raised its head and roared, mighty and imposing!

“Thud!”

The Black-Skinned Leopard was terrified to the extreme, its four legs going weak as it collapsed to the ground, causing the Beast Taming Sect young master to tumble down once again.

The Purple Lightning Young Tiger’s gaze showed disdain, then it carried its master away.

The young sect master, scrambling awkwardly up from the ground, ignoring the grass stuck in his hair, watched the departing tiger beast and said in disbelief, “That’s a Purple… Purple Lightning Young Tiger!”