Chapter 20

Ye Xiwén and Wáng Liè met up and hurried to the competition venue. Wáng Liè, somewhat excited, said, "Xiwén, you must achieve a good ranking this time!"

Wáng Liè did not participate this time. To reach the level of the top 100, one had to be at least at the late-stage Fourth Level of the Postnatal Realm. He had just broken through and didn’t think he had much of a chance. Besides, he had never been particularly interested in it.

"En!" Ye Xiwén nodded.

"But you need to be careful. I heard that Mǎ Yīng wants to deal with you!" Wáng Liè said seriously, "Mǎ Yīng has boasted that he will cripple you to avenge his younger brother!"

"Cripple me? Hmph, we’ll see if he has the ability!" Ye Xiwén said with a cold smile.

The venue was packed with people. Ye Xiwén and Wáng Liè arrived and first drew their numbers, which were 127. These numbers had duplicates, and those who drew the same number would be opponents in the first round. When the time came, the high-ranking officials of Yīyuán Sect arrived, stepping through the air and flying to the high platform.

All the disciples’ eyes flashed with envy. Although stepping through the air was not flying, it was something that those below the Postnatal Realm could not achieve.

Everyone was determined to perform their best. These high-ranking officials of Yīyuán Sect were the true pillars of the sect. With just these people, Yīyuán Sect was already one of the most powerful forces in the Qingfeng Mountains, on par with the Zhang family. If they performed well, they might be taken under the wing of an elder, which would truly be a meteoric rise. This had happened before!

In the crowd, Ye Xiwén saw his father, Ye Kōngmíng, who did not stand out among the group of elders.

The entire venue was vast, with 200 arenas set up for the competition.

Ye Xiwén and Wáng Liè went to the 127th arena.

"You are the other person for the 127th arena," Ye Xiwén had just walked over when he saw a burly disciple walk up and laugh, "You’re really unlucky, you’ve run into Senior Brother Shí Fēng. You might as well admit defeat right away!"

"Senior Brother Shí Fēng is a late-stage Fifth Level Postnatal expert. He has a very good chance of making it into the top fifty!" the burly disciple continued, "If you don’t admit defeat quickly, you might end up missing some parts!"

Wáng Liè’s face also changed: "I didn’t expect it to be Shí Fēng!"

"Xiwén, this is bad. Your first opponent is Shí Fēng. This Shí Fēng is extremely ruthless. Three years ago, during the sect’s internal competition, several disciples who admitted defeat too slowly were broken by him and took half a year to recover!"

"Such arrogance!" Ye Xiwén said.

"Arrogant, hahaha, it’s been a long time since someone called me arrogant!" Suddenly, a loud laugh came from the arena. "You’re very unlucky, someone wants me to cripple your legs!"

Ye Xiwén and Wáng Liè looked up and saw a towering young man, who was grinning at Ye Xiwén.

It must be Shí Fēng.

"Boy, you’re not afraid to come up, are you!" Shí Fēng sneered, "If you kowtow to me a hundred times, I’ll let you go!"

"Just you!" Ye Xiwén sneered and leaped up. "Since you’ve taken someone else’s bribe to cripple my legs, I’ll make you suffer the consequences!"

"Good boy, you really dare to come up! One move, and I’ll cripple you!" Shí Fēng laughed loudly.

"The 127th internal competition, begin!" The referee, seeing both of them stand up, announced, ignoring their previous conversation as if he hadn’t heard anything.

As soon as the words were spoken, Shí Fēng shot out like a cannonball. Although he was tall and large, his speed was incredibly fast, charging straight at Ye Xiwén.

Although he was arrogant, his strength was real. Although his movement technique was not advanced, his explosive power was extremely strong, and he reached Ye Xiwén in the blink of an eye.

Shí Fēng sneered and opened his large hand, intending to twist off Ye Xiwén’s head.

"Senior Ye, the one on the 127th arena is your youngest son, right!" An elder nearby said to Ye Kōngmíng.

"Indeed, it’s my son!" Ye Kōngmíng smiled and nodded.

"I remember when you first brought him back over ten years ago, I saw him once. I didn’t expect that so many years have passed, and he has grown so much!" the elder said with a sigh.

"His opponent is not easy to deal with!" the elder said, staring intently at the arena, "He has innate strength, making him harder to handle than most!"

"No problem, it’s just to let him gain some experience!" Ye Kōngmíng smiled slightly, seemingly unconcerned, but his eyes were fixed on the arena, showing some worry.

"Bang!" Ye Xiwén extended his palm and fiercely met Shí Fēng’s large hand. The collision of their true qi produced a loud explosion.

Ye Xiwén stood firm, while Shí Fēng, with his innate strength, although only at the late-stage Fifth Level of the Postnatal Realm, had a strength that exceeded six levels, comparable to a general Postnatal Sixth Level martial artist, but he could not move Ye Xiwén at all.

"How is this possible!" Shí Fēng’s eyes, as large as cowbells, were filled with disbelief, unable to accept that even a Postnatal Sixth Level expert would not be stronger than him, yet Ye Xiwén remained unmoved.

"Rumble!"

Accompanied by a thunderous sound, Ye Xiwén shot out a palm of lightning-shaped true qi, striking Shí Fēng’s chest with overwhelming force.

"Bang!" Shí Fēng’s towering body was sent flying by Ye Xiwén’s palm, spitting out a mouthful of blood, with most of his bones broken, and he fell off the arena.

"What, how is this possible!"

The entire venue was in an uproar. Everyone who had been paying attention to the fight could not believe their eyes. The originally favored Shí Fēng could not withstand a single move from Ye Xiwén and was sent flying, his fate unknown.

"Cheating, he must have cheated!" A few disciples who were close to Shí Fēng immediately shouted, "He must have tricked Senior Brother Shí Fēng!"

How could he have sent Shí Fēng flying in one move?

"Shut up!" The referee on the side said coldly, seeing the situation clearly. Did he need these young people to teach him?

"This match, Ye Xiwén wins, advancing to the second round!"

"Idiots!" Ye Xiwén glanced at the disciples who were close to Shí Fēng.

Shí Fēng was just a pawn. The real mastermind behind this was likely Mǎ Yīng. But there was no rush; Mǎ Yīng was a strong contender for the championship, and they would eventually meet.

"Not bad, not bad, I almost misjudged him!" the elder next to Ye Kōngmíng said with a smile.

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