Chapter 5

Perhaps because she had just been crying, her eyes were moist at this moment.

Looking at her moist eyes, Zheng Shiyi's heart trembled, and he hurriedly asked, "Xiao Wanshu, did someone bully you?"

Tang Wanshu shook her head and said, "No, the clan competition is tomorrow. I'm afraid that Brother Zheng Shiyi might be in a bad mood, so I came to see you specially."

Zheng Shiyi stroked her hair and said, "Little girl, it's been a year since that incident. Don't worry, I will definitely reclaim what I lost tomorrow, and I will definitely enter the Xuanming Sect!"

"Cheer up, Brother Zheng Shiyi!" Tang Wanshu shook her little fist and left the room.

Watching Tang Wanshu leave, Zheng Shiyi's brows involuntarily furrowed, "This little girl seems strange tonight. Is she hiding something from me?"

The next morning, the Zheng family's martial arts arena was crowded with people.

Whether it was the disciples who usually trained outside or the clan members who ran businesses, they all returned home to witness the annual clan competition.

Among them, the one with the highest chance of winning was Zheng Ping, Zheng Shan's brother.

He is only sixteen years old but has already reached the Fifth Level of the Qi Wheel Realm.

He is now considered the top among the younger generation of the Zheng family.

Last year, his brother Zheng Song won the championship and entered the Xuanming Sect.

If Zheng Ping wins this year's competition and enters the Xuanming Sect, the Zheng family's history will record a pair of brothers who both entered the Xuanming Sect.

At that time, as their grandfather, Elder Zheng Xuan, will see a significant boost in his status within the clan.

Zheng Ping has been at the Fifth Level of the Qi Wheel Realm for a year.

In the eyes of the elders, this year's clan competition is just a formality.

Knowing that Zheng Ping will definitely win the competition and enter the Xuanming Sect, the elders who previously had conflicts with Zheng Xuan now actively stepped back and showed goodwill.

Surrounded by the elders, Zheng Ping was even more prominent than the clan leader, Zheng Desheng.

The younger generation of the Zheng family envied Zheng Ping.

"At sixteen, he has already reached the Fifth Level of the Qi Wheel Realm. I envy him so much!"

"To be precise, he reached the Fifth Level of the Qi Wheel Realm at fifteen!"

"Yes, he reached the Fifth Level of the Qi Wheel Realm last year!"

"The champion of this competition will definitely be him!"

As they discussed, Zheng Shiyi arrived at the martial arts arena.

As soon as he arrived, many of the younger generation, as if they had seen something strange, exclaimed, "Look! Look! I can't be wrong, that waste of space is at the martial arts arena? Wasn't his martial soul taken away?"

"Does he still want to participate in the clan competition with his First Level of the Qi Wheel Realm?"

"Is he asking for death? I heard from my brother that if you don't reach the Fourth Level of the Qi Wheel Realm, you'll be crushed!"

"Unfortunately, if his Supreme Divine Soul was still there..."

"Shh! Don't say that! Saying that will offend the people of the Third Elder's faction!"

Among these younger generation, even those who had reached the Third Level of the Qi Wheel Realm did not have the courage to participate in the clan competition.

Zheng Shiyi, at the First Level of the Qi Wheel Realm, rarely participated in group activities in the past year. His presence now clearly indicated that he was here to participate in the clan competition.

A tiger in decline is bullied by dogs. In the past, they couldn't even reach Zheng Shiyi's level. Now that he is in a low position, they naturally want to take revenge!

Seeing the younger generation approaching him, the Third Elder only smiled faintly.

It's not worth causing a commotion over a waste of space.

"Wait, Zheng Ping seems to be heading towards that waste of space!"

As the younger generation gathered around Zheng Shiyi, Zheng Ping, who looked similar to Zheng Shan and was surrounded by him, also walked towards Zheng Shiyi.

Seeing this, the younger generation immediately stopped.

To compete for the championship and enter the Xuanming Sect, the enmity between Zheng Ping's brothers and Zheng Shiyi was quite significant.

In the previous competition, Zheng Shiyi was stripped of his Supreme Divine Soul because he competed for the championship with Zheng Ping's brother, Zheng Song.

Now that he has become a waste of space, if he still wants to compete for Zheng Ping's championship, will Zheng Ping let him off easily?

Under their watchful eyes, Zheng Ping approached Zheng Shiyi and bluntly asked, "Was it you who injured my brother?"

The simple question was filled with a strong sense of accusation, sounding more like a reprimand than a question. His condescending attitude was clear to anyone.

Zheng Shiyi frowned and nodded, "Yes."

"Very good!" Zheng Ping nodded with a cold smile, glanced at Zheng Shiyi, and walked towards the competition area.

Zheng Shan was immediately excited! As he passed by Zheng Shiyi, he raised his little finger and waved it, saying with a smug smile, "Just wait to die!"

Then he strode towards Zheng Ping.

"Wait to die?"

Zheng Shiyi smiled and shook his head. If it were the old me, participating would indeed be like asking for death! Now? I possess the world-renowned spirit liquid that only the future leader of a great sect can have, and I have nurtured a new soul seed! Although I don't know if it is still a Supreme Divine Soul, the fact that it contains two martial souls already shows its extraordinary nature!

"Brother Zheng Shiyi! You can do it!"

In the crowd, Tang Wanshu became the only color in Zheng Shiyi's eyes. She waved her little fist and cheered loudly, drawing everyone's attention.

Zheng Shiyi also waved his fist in response. When he saw the old gardener Qin Bo with white hair standing behind Tang Wanshu, he felt a bit puzzled. Why does this old man's aura seem different from usual?

This old man usually only cares about flowers. Why is he here today? Zheng Shiyi shook his head, focused his mind, and prepared for the clan competition.

The elder in charge of this year's clan competition, clearly to curry favor with Zheng Ping, announced the start of the competition as soon as he arrived.

Perhaps to avoid offending Zheng Ping, fewer disciples participated this year, with a total of twelve participants.

The participants drew lots to determine their opponents. Those who defeated their opponents advanced directly to the next round, and so on until the champion was decided.

Zheng Shiyi's opponent was at the Fourth Level of the Qi Wheel Realm.

Seeing Zheng Shiyi walk to the stage, the clan members all showed surprised expressions.

"My goodness, this waste of space actually dares to stand on the stage!"

"Does he still think he's the genius he once was?"

"For such a waste of space who has no self-awareness, living is a waste of air. It would be better to kill him directly!"

The spectators below the stage either showed similar expressions or glared at him.

The opponent standing opposite Zheng Shiyi also showed a look of contempt. He yawned repeatedly and said to Zheng Shiyi, "Someone paid me to break your arms and legs before I got on the stage. Now it's too late for you to get off. Just stay still, and I'll only break one of your legs..."

Zheng Shiyi's gaze swept past his opponent and landed on Zheng Shan, who was smirking not far from the stage. He said calmly, "Just you? Do you even have the qualifications to take money? Fool..."

Fool! Fool! Another fool! Hearing this, Zheng Shan's forehead flared with anger. He ran to Zheng Qing, Zheng Shiyi's opponent, and made a throat-cutting gesture.

Fool? Zheng Qing felt insulted. With so many people watching, he was called a fool by such a waste of space! He must be destroyed!

Zheng Qing took a large step forward, raised his elbow, and punched directly at Zheng Shiyi's chest!

Zheng Shiyi's eyelids twitched. This punch was like a meteor, with a force of at least four oxen! It seemed he had practiced the Meteor Fist quite well!

The Meteor Fist arrived in an instant! Zheng Shiyi bent his waist, took a step forward, raised his arm like a battle axe, and delivered a powerful Thunder Strike, smashing directly onto the Meteor Fist!

"Clap, clap, clap!"

The punch and palm collided. His confident punch was easily repelled by the Thunder Strike, and he was thrown off the stage, spitting blood.

The entire martial arts arena fell into a deathly silence.

Those who had been speculating about how many ribs Zheng Shiyi would break were completely stunned, their mouths agape, watching Zheng Shiyi knock his opponent off the stage.

To be able to knock a Fourth Level of the Qi Wheel Realm opponent to the ground, spitting blood, one must have at least the strength of the Fifth Level of the Qi Wheel Realm!

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