Chapter 25

Suddenly, the scene fell silent, incredibly quiet.

A figure was directly sent flying out of the arena and landed heavily on the ground with a dull thud.

Silence, an overwhelming silence! At this moment, the person who had been sent flying out of the arena and was now groaning on the ground turned out to be Han Xuan.

Han Xuan, who was at the seventh stage of Body Tempering, actually lost, losing so thoroughly. In a direct confrontation, using his strongest move, he was still sent flying out.

"Hiss"

Turning to look at the young man standing proudly in the arena, everyone couldn't help but draw a sharp breath.

"Swallow!" They swallowed hard, looking at each other.

"Did... did he win?"

"It seems so!"

"How is that possible? Could he have reached the seventh stage of Body Tempering?"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

After a brief silence, the crowd erupted into a flurry of discussions, their eyes filled with disbelief.

At this moment, that figure suddenly seemed to grow taller in their eyes.

"Interesting!" From a distance, Han Jin's lips curled into a faint smile, without any expression of surprise.

"He won!" The girl beside him, her mouth slightly open, covered her mouth and looked at the young man on the stage with a shocked expression, saying in disbelief.

"Impossible, how could that little brat defeat Han Xuan? It must be fake, it must be fake!" Han Yu, who had been confidently waiting to see Wang Chen's humiliation, could no longer remain calm. The plan he had personally arranged had failed! That little brat had defeated Han Xuan, how could this be?

Two months ago, he was still a waste who couldn't condense true essence. How could he defeat Han Xuan in just two months?

"Cough, cough, cough..."

A light cough interrupted everyone's discussions and words. The third elder walked to Wang Chen's side, gazed at him deeply, and announced, "Wang Chen wins!"

Immediately, he loudly declared the result of the match.

Boom...

As if a bomb had been dropped, the training ground erupted into a frenzy!

It seemed that only at this moment did people confirm the result of the match. Wang Chen had truly won! Thinking about the previous battle, a sense of excitement welled up in them. This was a real battle! Instantly, the atmosphere in the arena reached a climax.

Seeing Wang Chen walking over, these people spontaneously made way for him. Their eyes, which had once been filled with ridicule and disgust, now turned to a mix of complexity and amazement.

A satisfied smile appeared on Wang Chen's lips as he slowly walked off the arena, feeling the gazes of those people, the shocked expressions, and the looks of disbelief. He took a deep breath.

Two years of restraint had finally erupted. Had they ever thought there would be such a day? What did they feel now? The corners of his mouth curled up, revealing a cold smile.

"Impossible, how could that little brat win? It must be fake, he must have taken drugs. A waste is a waste, impossible to rise to the heavens!" A sudden voice broke the atmosphere of the arena.

Han Feng rushed towards Wang Chen, his face twisted in a grimace, shouting loudly. Even at this moment, he was unwilling to accept the result.

"Han Feng, go back!" The third elder frowned and shouted sternly.

"If I am a waste, then what are you? Someone even worse than a waste, what are you?" Wang Chen looked at Han Feng coldly and asked.

His words were heard clearly by everyone in the arena, leaving no room for mercy!

"Little brat, you..." Wang Chen's words instantly made Han Feng's face turn ashen, unable to say a word. If he was a waste, what was he?

Around them, hearing Wang Chen's words, the crowd's gaze towards Han Feng became somewhat strange.

"Han Feng, did you hear me? Go back!" The third elder appeared in front of Han Feng and shouted sternly.

"Fine... Hmph, you wait, you'll see!" Han Feng glared at Wang Chen, his face dark.

Thinking about his brother, his heart was somewhat relieved!

On the stage, those who had come to watch the match were also deeply shaken. It was indeed true that Wang Chen could condense true essence, and his strength was not bad. They had clearly felt Wang Chen's strength, and if their guess was correct, he should be at the sixth stage of Body Tempering.

At just fifteen years old, reaching the sixth stage of Body Tempering was quite impressive, especially with his bizarre footwork and dominant fist technique. These two martial skills were top-notch, and when used together, they could easily face a seventh-stage Body Tempering warrior, allowing him to challenge a higher rank! What surprised them even more was Wang Chen's final punch, which, if judged correctly, had a force of about 1,800 pounds, comparable to a seventh-stage Body Tempering warrior. What was going on?

Turning to look at Han Tianren and the Han family members, they were secretly puzzled. Was it the Han family's deliberate concealment, or had Wang Chen been deliberately hiding himself? Why had he been treated as a waste for two years? They didn't believe that a waste could grow to this level in just two months.

Faced with the questioning gazes of the crowd, Han Tianren and the two elders looked at each other, unsure of what to say! They truly didn't know about this matter, and looking at the young man below, their faces were also complex!

This time, they had misjudged. The person with the most complex feelings was naturally the Han family's chief elder, who had believed that Wang Chen would surely die. At this moment, he didn't know what to say, his face ashen and his eyes cold!

"Hey, the Han family has produced another talent!" Without an explanation from Han Tianren, the people present could only sigh inwardly! The Wang family had already perished, and since this young man was now part of the Han family, he could be considered a member of the Han family.

After the brief commotion, the match continued. Perhaps because Wang Chen's match had been so shocking, or perhaps because his performance had left everyone unable to remain calm, the last three matches, with their significant strength disparities, seemed rather unremarkable.

The first round of matches ended in the blink of an eye, with twenty-eight participants reduced to fourteen for the second round.

In the second round, the fourteen participants were divided into seven groups for the matches.

This time, Wang Chen's opponent was Han Chun, a direct descendant of the Han family, sixteen years old, and considered to be in the upper-middle ranks.

Without much effort, having witnessed Wang Chen's match against Han Xuan, Han Chun did not fight to the death. After a few moves, he clearly felt the gap between himself and Wang Chen, and with a hint of disappointment, he conceded and left the arena.

Two consecutive easy victories caused another wave of excitement, but this time it was much better than the previous match. Everyone had fully recognized Wang Chen's strength and no longer saw him as a waste. His victory seemed reasonable, and if he had really lost to Han Chun, it would have surprised many.

With two victories, Wang Chen advanced to the third round of the competition. As the matches progressed, Wang Chen's heart also began to race. The final moment had arrived, and whether he could enter Donglin Mountain depended on this third round.

The other matches also ended quickly. As expected, Han Yu, Han Jin, and Han Yuxuan all smoothly advanced to the third round.

As for the other three, they were also outstanding among the younger generation of the Han family, all at the seventh stage of Body Tempering, and there were no upsets.

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