Chapter 54

On the martial arts stage, the two young men faced off, neither willing to back down.

"Hmph, arrogance, I'll see how you'll act after this." Fang Hao sneered, ignoring Xiao Yun and began to draw lots.

Xiao Yun also drew a lot.

"Stage two, order, four." Fang Hao took out a sign.

"Stage four, order, five." Xiao Yun also took out a sign, which marked his order of appearance.

"Pity, we didn't meet in the first round. I hope you don't lose too early." Fang Hao raised an eyebrow and glanced at Xiao Yun, the disdain in his eyes clearly visible, as if he didn't take Xiao Yun seriously at all.

"Ignorant." Xiao Yun smiled faintly and ignored Fang Hao. Now that his talent had returned, why should he fear this person?

So Xiao Yun didn't bother to say more.

There were five martial arts stages in the arena. After the drawing of lots, the young men began their matches.

It was a rather exciting competition, with each participant being exceptionally talented, geniuses from various clans.

However, among them, only a few had reached the先天境 (Xiantian Realm).

There were less than twenty people who had reached the Xiantian Realm, while the majority were at the ninth level of the Body Tempering stage.

Among them, some were young geniuses from ordinary clans, who had reached the Xiantian Realm through their own efforts.

Eight martial arts stages held matches simultaneously. After several rounds, one by one, the Body Tempering stage cultivators were eliminated.

Finally, on stage two, Fang Hao made his move. His opponent was a Xiantian Realm cultivator. Almost as soon as they started, the opponent was easily defeated, unable to even block a single move, showing how powerful Fang Hao was.

"I lost." The young man frowned and sighed, "Brother Fang's talent is extraordinary, far beyond our reach."

Then he stepped down from the stage.

"How amazing Fang Hao is!"

"Of course, Fang Hao awakened a martial soul, surpassing cultivators of the same level, and can even fight against those of higher levels."

"This time, the champion will definitely be Fang Hao." The crowd below immediately burst into heated discussion.

"How cool Brother Fang Hao is!"

"If only I could marry him." At the same time, some girls stared at Fang Hao with starry eyes.

In their eyes, Fang Hao was a proud son of heaven, their dream prince.

"Brother Fang Hao is so amazing, it seems he has already reached the middle stage of the Xiantian Realm." Lin Xiaoman's eyes sparkled, a smug smile on her lips, "Hehe, Shiyi, if your Xiao Yun brother meets Fang Hao, he will surely be defeated easily."

"Hmph, you have no taste." Yan Shiyi glared at Lin Xiaoman, "My Xiao Yun brother is very powerful."

"Powerful?" Lin Xiaoman rolled her eyes, "I think you've been bewitched by him."

"You're the one who's infatuated." Yan Shiyi looked displeased, "What's so great about your Fang Hao? Just because he awakened an ice martial soul?"

"My Xiao Yun brother also has..."

"Shiyi, no need to say more." Yan Shifei smiled and said, "Let's wait for the results."

"Um." Yan Shiyi pursed her lips and smiled slyly, "Hehe, just wait and see."

"This girl has definitely been bewitched by Xiao Yun. I must stop them from meeting in the future." Lady Yan, hearing her daughter's argument with Lin Xiaoman, looked worried. She couldn't believe that Xiao Yun could compare to Fang Hao.

Just thinking about how this young man had mysteriously reached the Xiantian Realm, she shook her head in confusion.

"Xiao Yun is on stage." At this moment, a surprised cry suddenly rang out.

"What, Xiao Yun is on stage." Immediately, all the cultivators in the arena focused on one martial arts stage.

There, Xiao Yun leaped onto the stage, his expression stern, his eyes filled with confidence.

As Xiao Yun stepped onto the stage, a young man appeared opposite him.

"This is Zhou Lin, a genius from the Zhou family, said to have reached the Xiantian Realm." Seeing this person, some of the spectators' eyes lit up, as if they had been injected with adrenaline, "Hehe, Xiao Yun's first match is against Zhou Lin. Let's see how he handles it. If he loses this match, talking about his return as a genius is just a joke."

"Zhou Lin has been in the Xiantian Realm for a long time, probably reaching the middle stage. Xiao Yun is bound to lose."

Sarcastic remarks continued, and no one believed that the Xiao Yun who had been a waste for eight years could match Zhou Lin.

On the martial arts stage, the young man Zhou Lin squinted his eyes, a mocking smile on his face, "Isn't this our great genius Xiao Yun? What a coincidence, we meet in the first match. You should go easy on me!"

Zhou Lin's voice was loud, and though he said he wanted Xiao Yun to go easy on him, anyone could see the sarcasm in his words.

"Zhou Lin, is it?" Xiao Yun didn't get angry. After glancing at the young man in front of him, he spread his palms and said, "You make the first move."

"Hmph, let me teach you a lesson." Seeing Xiao Yun's indifferent attitude, Zhou Lin was somewhat enraged.

With that, his eyes turned cold, his body trembled, and a powerful flow of yuan qi surged within him. As his palms moved, the unique aura of the Xiantian Realm swept out, the powerful fluctuations causing the air to tremble.

Eight Extremes Palm!

Zhou Lin's palms moved, the yuan qi swirling, forming solid palm prints that struck forward.

With one palm, the momentum was fierce, the powerful yuan qi surged like a tidal wave, the momentum intimidating.

In an instant, Zhou Lin struck six palms in succession, the palm prints overlapping, the waves of qi piling up, turning a simple palm into a fierce attack, like a fierce beast in the sea, unstoppable.

"This is the Eight Extremes Palm, a famous martial art of the Zhou family. Each move is incredibly powerful, each palm more powerful than the last, fully unleashing one's极限力量 (limit strength). Hence, it's called the Eight Extremes Palm. If all eight palms are used together, the combined power can sweep away cultivators of the same level." Seeing the palm shadows Zhou Lin created, someone in the crowd gasped in surprise.

"Zhou Lin can use six palms at once, his talent is second only to those who have awakened martial souls."

"Zhou Lin used his ultimate technique from the start, clearly aiming to crush Xiao Yun in one move!"

"Ha, Xiao Yun is bound to lose. With the Eight Extremes Palm, Zhou Lin can already dominate early Xiantian Realm cultivators." The crowd's exclamations echoed almost instantly, the sound waves shaking the sky, making the entire square boil.

The palm shadows came swiftly, the first palm had not even arrived when the second and sixth palms were already overlapping, the waves of qi creating an overwhelming pressure, making Xiao Yun feel a great force.

The six palms were not single attacks; the violent yuan qi fluctuations almost sealed off Xiao Yun's escape routes.

This was to annihilate him in one move.

"The Eight Extremes Palm does have some tricks." Facing such a powerful attack, Xiao Yun's eyes narrowed, remaining calm. Zhou Lin's attack was incredibly fast and fierce, which would normally terrify and panic anyone.

But Xiao Yun's soul power was extremely strong. The moment Zhou Lin made his move, the trajectory of his palm technique and the weak points of the yuan qi fluctuations were all under his mental control. Under his soul perception, Zhou Lin's weaknesses were almost completely exposed.

"Wanting to defeat me in one move and humiliate me in front of everyone, that's ruthless. Fine, let you taste this feeling." Xiao Yun's eyes focused, and as the fierce attack approached, his body moved like a dragon, his palms moving like a giant dragon emerging from the sea.

Dragon and Snake Dual Movement!

Bang!

Xiao Yun's palms moved, forming two arcs in the air, striking the weakest points of Zhou Lin's attack, then advancing.

In just a breath, Xiao Yun appeared in front of Zhou Lin in a domineering manner.

At this moment, Zhou Lin, having used six moves of the Eight Extremes Palm in succession, was struggling to maintain his qi, secretly catching his breath.

"How could you break my Eight Extremes Palm!" Suddenly, Zhou Lin's pupils constricted, his face full of shock.

He had practiced the Eight Extremes Palm to a high level, though he couldn't use all eight moves, the power was still formidable. How could an ordinary person break it? Yet, the young man in front of him had clearly broken his palm technique and appeared in front of him!

"Breaking your palm technique isn't hard." Xiao Yun's eyes focused, "There's always someone better. Do you think you're invincible?"

The young man's words were indifferent. As the last word fell, his hands moved, a flow of yuan qi surged out like a giant python, and Zhou Lin felt a powerful force strike him.

Bang!

A dull sound echoed, and Zhou Lin felt as if he had been hit by a dragon's tail, his bones breaking. He flew backward like a broken kite, a sweet taste in his throat, and a mouthful of blood spewed out.

The young man's face was pale, his mouth bleeding, and he flew backward, leaving a vivid and tragic arc in the air.

"This..." Seeing this scene, those who had just mocked Xiao Yun were stunned.

"What's going on?" Everyone was puzzled, the entire martial arts arena unusually quiet.

It seemed they couldn't believe what they were seeing.

Zhou Lin had clearly used the profound Eight Extremes Palm, which was incredibly powerful, yet he had lost.

And he lost to a waste who hadn't progressed for eight years.

This created a huge disparity in everyone's minds.

Thud!

A sound echoed, and Zhou Lin fell to the ground, breaking the eerie atmosphere.

Only then, seeing the young man lying on the ground, groaning in pain, did everyone believe that Zhou Lin had really lost.

And he lost to Xiao Yun.

Hiss!

The sound of people drawing in their breaths echoed in the arena.

Swish!

Then, everyone looked at the young man standing on the martial arts stage with incredulous expressions.

The young man stood on the stage, his hands behind his back, and glanced at the fallen Zhou Lin, "You lost."

Xiao Yun's tone was indifferent, but his words were filled with an undeniable certainty.

Now, in the eyes of the world, Xiao Yun truly seemed like a returning king, ready to declare his arrival to the world.

"Being able to defeat Zhou Lin in one move is no small feat!"

"Is this the same waste Xiao Yun?" The crowd stared at the young man on the stage, stunned.

"How could you possibly defeat me?" Zhou Lin struggled to stand, his face full of unwillingness. He glared at Xiao Yun like a wounded wolf, the sudden defeat almost driving him to lose his mind, falling from the peak to the bottom, the feeling almost making him collapse.