Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique

"First round, second match: Xiao Yi versus Bai Yuanzhan."

Xiao Yi raised his head and straightened his chest as he walked toward the arena. With a light leap, he landed on the platform. Bai Yuanzhan, on the other hand, took a deep breath, a faint hint of gravity appearing in his eyes.

"You’d better just admit defeat yourself, so you don’t waste everyone’s time."

Xiao Yi showed a faint smile, full of confidence, and spoke to Bai Yuanzhan.

Bai Yuanzhan clenched his teeth. He also felt he was no match for Xiao Yi, his confidence lacking. He was hesitating whether to admit defeat on his own, but the moment Xiao Yi said that, it instead stirred up the pride in his heart. He gritted out, "Who’ll end up dead in whose hands isn’t certain yet!"

"Since that’s the case, I’ll let you see the gap between us."

Xiao Yi burst out laughing. The Long Sword in his hand swept out, letting out a crisp Sword Sound.

Ling Feng curled his lips. No wonder Xiao Juanyun had asked him to give this Xiao Yi a good beating. Sure enough, from this utterly arrogant, eyes-above-the-head attitude, his character was unlikely to be any good either.

The match began. Xiao Yi truly lived up to being a powerhouse from the previous Sword Master List. His swordsmanship was indeed extraordinary. In less than ten moves, he easily defeated Bai Yuanzhan, and it seemed he hadn’t even used his true strength.

Generally speaking, when ordinary Martial Artists are compared with the geniuses of the nine major families, the difference in their birth largely determines the difference in their strength.

"Xiao Yi wins."

The result of the match was without suspense.

After a few more rounds of matches, it was Xiao Juanyun’s turn.

Xiao Juanyun’s luck was fairly good; he didn’t encounter any seeded players. His opponent was a High-level Sword Emperor whose strength was about equal to his own.

Originally, with Xiao Juanyun’s strength, he might not have been able to secure a stable victory. However, while preparing for the Sword Master List, Xiao Juanyun had sparred quite a bit with Ling Feng.

During those sparring sessions, he had received a few pointers from Ling Feng, which now happened to come in handy.

"Xiao Juanyun, wins!"

As the referee’s voice rang out, Xiao Juanyun’s heart surged with excitement. He had actually won!

He clenched his Fist tightly, his gaze turning toward Ling Feng’s direction, both excited and grateful.

He knew very clearly that the reason he was able to defeat his opponent, aside from the breakthrough in his cultivation over this period, the key point was having a powerful opponent like Ling Feng feeding him moves.

Because of this, his swordsmanship had become all the more smooth and Yuanrong Yi Zhuan.

Xiao Juanyun, full of Xing Fen, left the stage and quickly walked to Ling Feng’s side, excitedly saying, "Haha, Brother Ling, I actually won!"

"Congratulations."

Ling Feng gently patted his shoulder. All the Martial Artists who could participate in the Sword Master List were outstanding figures among the younger generation in Yueelin City.

Even though this was only a win in the first round, it was already quite good.

"Hmph, you just got lucky and met a trash opponent, that’s all."

Right at this moment, a very jarring voice sounded. Ling Feng and Xiao Juanyun turned to look and saw that it was that bastard Xiao Yi, walking over with a cold sneer.

Xiao Yi’s gaze swept right past Xiao Juanyun, as if he completely disdained him. He merely sneered and said, "Seventh Brother, your luck is as good as ever."

"Yeah, I’m not like Third Brother; I can only rely on luck."

Xiao Juanyun clenched his Fist. It was obvious that he was both unconvinced by and fearful of this Xiao Yi.

Ling Feng raised his hand and rubbed his nose. The larger the family, the thinner the feelings between brothers seemed to be. For the sake of profit, brothers killing each other was far too common.

As for this Xiao Yi, just from his eyes one could tell that he felt only disgust and disdain for Xiao Juanyun, with not the slightest hint of brotherly affection.

"Let’s hope your luck doesn’t run out too early," Xiao Yi said with a cold smile, walking past Ling Feng and Xiao Juanyun.

His match was already over, and he could return early to rest.

However, as he passed by Ling Feng, Xiao Yi lowered his voice and used Divine Sense Transmission, "Kid, you really like showing off, huh! You’d better pray you don’t run into me, or I’ll let you know whose turf this Yueelin City really is. There’s no place here for some no-name nobody to show off!"

Ling Feng let out a cold laugh and ignored Xiao Yi’s threat.

People like this—even without Xiao Juanyun’s request—Ling Feng would happily beat one whenever he saw one, beat two whenever he saw a pair!

"First round, seventh match..."

"First round, eighth match..."

Time flew by. One match after another began and ended. Two by two, contestants went up onto the arena; the victors stayed, the losers left.

"First round, ninth match: Ling Feng versus Lee XiangLeeng."

The referee announced with an indifferent expression.

"Brother Ling, it’s your turn!" Xiao Juanyun laughed heartily. It seemed his mood hadn’t been affected by Xiao Yi.

"Mm."

Ling Feng slightly nodded, leaping up and landing directly on the arena.

Immediately after, someone else leaped up from the opposite side. In an instant, a waft of fragrance hit him. His opponent in the first round turned out to be a woman.

This Lee XiangLeeng looked quite delicate and pretty. Her lake-green clothes accentuated her graceful figure. With light makeup, her looks couldn’t be called breathtakingly stunning, but she was very pleasant to look at.

"So it’s you! Little brother, you have to go easy on me, okay?"

Lee XiangLeeng gave a light smile. Two dimples appeared on her cheeks, making her look charmingly coy and cute.

Ling Feng raised his hand and rubbed his nose, somewhat puzzled. "You know me?"

"I happened to see that scene when you fought Zhuge Wan’er," Lee XiangLeeng said with a smile, gazing at Ling Feng.

A cold gleam flashed in Ling Feng’s hand as Shifang quietly slipped into his palm. "Since that’s the case, you’re not going to admit defeat?"

"How heartless."

Lee XiangLeeng slightly knit her delicate brows, pretending to look hurt. But before her words even fell, this woman had already thrust her sword forward.

"Take this!"

With a crisp shout, she immediately thrust out a sword, a fierce gust pressing straight toward him.

"Interesting."

The moment Lee XiangLeeng made her move, Ling Feng knew that her swordsmanship was not bad. Within a single sword strike, she had fused in the Wind Realm. Not only was it incredibly fast, it also contained a trace of the wind’s tearing rule, as if it would even shred the Void itself.

However, to Ling Feng, such swordsmanship was still not worth mentioning.

Clang!

Their swords clashed. The two exchanged blows back and forth. After roughly a dozen moves, Lee XiangLeeng finally lost.

"Hmph, you don’t know how to pity fragrant flowers at all!"

Lee XiangLeeng pouted slightly, her misty eyes staring at Ling Feng, as if trying to make him feel guilty enough to just admit defeat.

Unfortunately, Ling Feng perfectly demonstrated what it meant to be a steel straight man; Lee XiangLeeng’s tricks had absolutely no effect on him.

Seeing that Ling Feng was completely unmoved, Lee XiangLeeng stomped her feet in anger a few times before jumping off the arena.

"Ling Feng wins," the referee announced loudly.

With the end of this match, and considering that Ling Feng had previously severely injured Zhuge Wan’er in the struggle over the Sword Pavilion, Ling Feng thus picked up another title: "Heartless Flower Destroyer Ling Yama," and for a time even became the public enemy of all the Female Martial Artists.

"First round, tenth match..."

The referee once again read out the names.

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