Chapter 51

Shen Xiang walked onto the arena, his face relaxed, showing no anxiety despite his opponents being four grown men. This calmness and confidence earned him admiration.

The four men standing on the arena with Shen Xiang were all twenty years old, but they were slightly shorter than him and not as well-built. In fact, Shen Xiang appeared much more robust than they did.

Below the arena, Leng Youlan watched Shen Xiang intently, her clear and beautiful eyes carefully examining him, trying to see through him. However, she could not sense any aura emanating from Shen Xiang, as if he were shrouded in mist.

"Begin!"

As soon as the word was spoken, the four men simultaneously rushed at Shen Xiang, moving at incredible speed. They all punched at the same time, their fists enveloped in thick true qi. The audience could clearly see the terrifying true qi emanating from the four fists, which seemed capable of crumbling a mountain.

Shen Xiang stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm. The four fists struck his body with a powerful impact, causing a shockwave and a strong wind. The entire arena shook violently, almost collapsing. In that instant, everyone's hearts seemed to stop. Such a terrifying attack, hitting a single target, would not only crush a human but even a block of iron.

However, Shen Xiang remained unharmed. The four fists hit his chest and back, but he did not even flinch, still standing there with a relaxed face. This made the entire square fall silent, everyone stunned and shocked.

Leng Youlan frowned, her mature and proud face filled with surprise. Even she, using all her true qi, could barely withstand the simultaneous attack of the four fists. Shen Xiang not only did not use true qi to defend but also took the four punches without any preparation, as if it were nothing.

Shen Xiang did not use true qi. With his entry into the Eighth Level of the Mortal Martial Realm, his body, tempered in the Immortal Devil Pool, had become even stronger. The Sixth Level of the Mortal Martial Realm's attacks were nothing to him.

The four men who attacked Shen Xiang were the most shocked. When their terrifying strikes hit Shen Xiang, it was like hitting a bottomless sea, leaving no trace. This made them doubt their own strength, and Shen Xiang had defended with just his physical body!

They all stepped back, knowing that anyone who could casually withstand their simultaneous attack must be incredibly powerful.

Shen Xiang's eyes narrowed, and a无形的杀气 suddenly emanated from him, making the four men feel a chill, as if they had fallen into a hell of slaughter. Shen Xiang seemed like a god of death, capable of easily slaying them.

"Will you leave on your own, or do I have to force you down?" A hint of killing intent flashed across Shen Xiang's lips, terrifying to behold. This was the killing aura from the "Heart of Slaughter" in his White Tiger Divine Art, capable of causing mental pressure.

As soon as Shen Xiang spoke, the four men immediately fled. They were already mentally broken under the terrifying aura of Shen Xiang's killing intent, with no thoughts of resistance.

From the beginning, Shen Xiang did not even move a finger to scare the four men away, advancing to the top eight! This result was unexpected, putting even more pressure on those who had advanced to the top eight. Facing Shen Xiang, a monster, their chances of winning were even slimmer.

Next, the four pairs for the matches were determined, which was still decided internally by the Yao family. Shen Xiang did not say anything; to him, it did not matter who he faced, and no matter what tricks the Yao family used, it would not affect him.

Shen Xiang's opponent turned out to be a Yao family member, and apparently the elder brother of Yao Tianhua, named Yao Cong, at the Sixth Level of the Mortal Martial Realm.

This surprised Shen Xiang, but he guessed that things were not that simple. The Yao family knew his strength very well, yet they arranged for one of their own to fight him, which must have some ulterior motive.

Most Yao family members were involved in cultivating medicinal herbs or learning alchemy. At the beginning, they often lagged behind others in strength. Yao Tianhua, however, could both refine pills and had good cultivation, but he had disappeared. Therefore, the Yao family had no outstanding members to show.

The Yao family's strength mainly came from using pills to form alliances with other families and recruit a large number of martial artists.

Shen Xiang was in the last match. There were only two matches in the morning and afternoon the next day, so he did not attend. He thought it would be better to refine pills and practice.

Two days passed, and after lunch, Shen Xiang headed to the Yao family. Although he did not watch the matches from the previous day and that morning, he still learned who had won. The Crown Prince and Leng Youlan had won and would face each other in the morning match the next day.

"This match between the Crown Prince and the daughter of the Grand General sounds interesting. I should go and watch tomorrow," Shen Xiang thought, walking onto the arena and waiting for Yao Cong to appear.

The Southern Martial Kingdom had many martial families but still maintained an army, as the border was often attacked by barbarians.

For the match between Shen Xiang and Yao Cong, everyone believed Shen Xiang would win, but they were puzzled as to why the Yao family would let Yao Cong fight him, which seemed to be a losing proposition.

"Truly worthy of being the one who made Tianhua suffer a defeat. I hope Brother Shen will show mercy," Yao Cong said with a smile as he approached Shen Xiang.

Yao Cong bore a resemblance to Yao Tianhua, with a hint of pride in his eyes, but he appeared much more composed.

Shen Xiang did not expect the Yao family member to be so polite and smiled back. "Let's just spar then."

With that, the two stepped back.

"Begin!"

At this moment, Shen Xiang suddenly caught a glimpse of malice and cunning in Yao Cong's eyes, which alarmed him. He knew something was amiss.

Yao Cong was the first to move, leaping in front of Shen Xiang with both fists enveloped in scorching flames, emitting a thick, hot true qi.

Seeing the fists coming down, Shen Xiang immediately dodged, but in that instant, he felt his body go limp, unable to muster any strength or even mobilize his true qi. This filled him with great alarm.

Yao Cong's face twisted into a sinister grin as he said in a low voice, "Shen Xiang, you're finished." As he spoke, his fiery fists rained down on Shen Xiang, striking him with wild abandon. In just a few moments, Shen Xiang's upper body and head were hit by the violent punches.

"This bastard, he's actually at the Seventh Level of the Mortal Martial Realm!" Shen Xiang did not expect Yao Cong to hide his strength so deeply. What infuriated him more was that Yao Cong had used a despicable trick, making him unable to mobilize his true qi and leaving him powerless.

Shen Xiang's physical body was incredibly strong, and despite being hit by the Seventh Level of the Mortal Martial Realm's powerful punches, he did not suffer serious injuries, which also shocked Yao Cong.

"You must have sprayed a colorless, odorless poison from your mouth just now, paralyzing my meridians and preventing my true qi from flowing through them, right?" Shen Xiang said in a low voice, his clear and calm eyes fixed on Yao Cong.

Yao Cong did not expect Shen Xiang to realize his trick so quickly, but he did not respond, continuing to punch him wildly!