Chapter Twenty-Four: Opposing Easy Reversal

  (Brothers! Yesterday, I gained 15 more collections, and I'm really touched. Now I have 67, and if I gain 33 more, next Monday will be a three-update explosion!)

  The first match ended in victory, but the win wasn't so clean-cut. Various disdainful glances came from all around, but Yi Chen didn't pay attention, jumping down from the martial arts stage with a calm expression.

  Yi Chen was not the first to end the battle. Not far away, there were five young men with a cold and proud demeanor. They were the direct descendants of the five elders.

  They ended the battle so quickly, Yi Chen didn't feel surprised at all, because they were all Yang Soul Realm, and dealing with Yin Soul Realm was simply effortless.

  "You mediocre person actually won, it's really making me look at you in a new light." Just now, the scene of Yi Chen's martial competition fell into their eyes, and then Yi Jie said a sarcastic remark.

  "Dog eyes. Don't forget who beat you to a pulp that day." He raised his head and swept a indifferent gaze towards Yi Jie, Yi Chen said with a slight shrug.

  Yi Jie's face still had bruises, which was the lesson Yi Chen left him that day. What Yi Chen referred to was naturally the fact that he was beaten up, and at this moment, Yi Jie's expression turned cold.

  "That day was just my negligence, I hope you won't meet me in the arena again, otherwise I will kill you with my own hands." Yi Jie said in a low voice.

  "Trashy people talk too much." With a light tone, Yi Chen said this and turned his head towards the martial arts stage, directly ignoring the chill that came from behind him.

  The first round of the competition eliminated half of the disciples, and the originally crowded arena became unusually spacious.

  Waiting for the draw was a long process, and those who were going to fight didn't even bother to watch. It wasn't until the second round of drawing lots began that he walked towards the place where the drawing was taking place.

  Under the gaze of many disdainful eyes, Yi Chen very casually drew out a bamboo slip, this time he drew was number fifteen. When he arrived at the martial stage, he found that there was already a young man waiting for him.

  Seeing this, Yi Chen lightly jumped onto the martial arts stage.

  "Just now I saw you struggling so hard, I don't want to make it difficult for you, so just jump down and admit defeat." Yi Chen had just stood firm when the young man said a proud word.

  For this level of provocation, Yi Chen wouldn't even bat an eye and directly chose to ignore it.

  "The game is starting."

  When everyone was ready, and the shout announcing the start rippled through the air, Yi Chen hooked his finger at him.

  "Looking for death." The young man snorted, condensing a white soul force in his legs and rapidly charging towards Yi Chen.

  "Slap." Unfortunately, by the time he rushed to Yichen's front, he only saw Yichen's right hand with five fingers open, and gave him a ruthless slap, directly sending him flying out.

  "Peng." Undoubtedly a knockout, he heavily fell to the ground of the martial arts arena, with a bright red palm print on his face stained with blood, and fainted.

  "The second match, number fifteen, Yi Chen wins." A voice announced, and Yi Chen silently jumped down from the stage, while his opponent, who was directly knocked unconscious by him, was carried away.

  "A slap knocked a Yin Soul Realm cultivator unconscious, did he just hide his true strength?" The people present looked at the calm figure, their eyes flashing with deep doubt.

  Hiding one's strength is good, but doing it occasionally is enough; otherwise, everyone will take you for a soft persimmon.

  When he arrived at the resting place, Yi Chen found that he was not the first to solve the battle. There was a cold and proud figure there, who was none other than Yi Shao, the eldest grandson of the Great Elder.

  "There are four more?" Yi Chen noticed that Yi Zhuo's gaze was on the first and second arenas, following his line of sight, and suddenly Yi Chen discovered an interesting scene.

  Only the direct grandson of the second elder was fighting desperately with one person, his opponent was the direct grandson of the third elder, and the direct grandson of the fourth elder was competing against the direct grandson of the fifth elder - Yi Jie.

  Seeing this scene, Yi Chen's heart was overjoyed, believing that the elders would never have thought that there would be a scene where their own people were fighting each other.

  "Damn it, how could this be? We calculated everything, but overlooked the random drawing." The five elders' faces looked extremely unpleasant as they said.

  "This is actually good news for Chen Er, it greatly increases his chances of making it into the top three." Yi Kui said this while Yi Si Qing nodded silently in agreement.

  "Number one wins easily!" "Number two wins narrowly!" The audience were friends, but on stage they were arch-enemies. The four of them went all out and clashed fiercely, finally distinguishing between victory and defeat.

  "Damn it, didn't expect to draw myself." Yi Ni's face was injured, and his mouth let out a curse, apparently still not reacting.

  "Championship is important, but our more important task is to prevent that mediocre from entering the top three." Yi Du furrowed his brow and turned to look at Yi Chen, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes. "The clan competition doesn't care about life or death, there are still four matches left, no matter who encounters him, don't show any mercy."

  "Don't worry, dealing with that mediocre person is easy." Yi Nu sneered coldly.

  Yi Chen was not far from them, and as someone who had already advanced to the Star Soul Realm, his hearing was extremely keen. He heard every word of Yi Xiao's conversation with the others, and a cold smile hung at the corner of his mouth.

  The third and fourth rounds of the competition continued, and Yi Chen was quite lucky in these two rounds, drawing opponents from the Yin Soul Realm, whom he easily defeated.

  The remaining three strongest young people of this generation did not collide with each other, which made Yi Chen feel a little regretful.

  And after a series of competitions, the originally large number of disciples now only has six people left, including Yi Chen.

  "There are only two more matches left." With no tension on his face, Yi Chen turned his head to look at the adult genius' match arena and found that they were only in the fourth round of twelve advancing to six.

  "Keep fighting and see who will become my stepping stone." With a slightly cold tone, the fifth round of drawing lots began, and Yi Chen stepped forward.

  "What I drew is number two."

  "I'm number two as well." At this time, two voices of discussion sounded, and the two young men excitedly held up their identical bamboo tallies.

  Their cultivation is all in the realm of yin soul, and being able to fight to this point is also due to luck. Now it seems that the third place will also be produced among them.

  I am number one.

  "I am also number one." Yi Xiao and Yi Ping each held a bamboo slip, both furrowing their brows.

  All four have found their opponents, only Yi Ni and Yi Chen are left, the result is already very obvious, Yi Chen's opponent will be Yi Ni.

  "The thing you should regret most in this life is meeting me." Yi Ni squeezed the object in his hand into pieces, and gave a cold laugh to Yi Chen.

  "Bring it on, don't waste time." With a hook of his mouth corner, Yi Chen was too lazy to talk nonsense, and with a light jump, he got onto the martial arts stage, beckoning him over with a crook of his finger.

  "Looking for death." Yi Niuleng let out a cold snort, his body lightly jumping up, directly landing on the martial arts stage.

  "The good show has begun, I wonder how long that mediocre person can last for several rounds." Those Yi family members who were watching the fight widened their eyes at this moment, with some schadenfreude.

  Yi Chen accepted a first-level beast soul, with not much soul power reserve, while Yi Ni accepted a fifth-level beast soul, occupying an absolute advantage. They all thought the scale of victory was tilted towards Yi Ni.

  "If he wants to enter the top three and stay in Yi's house, he will never have the opportunity." The elders of Yi's house sneered.

  "Terrible, I didn't think Chen Er's luck was so bad." Yi Kui frowned slightly. It wasn't that he didn't believe in Yi Chen's strength, but rather that Yi Chen's strength was indeed very strong.

  "We can't help it, we can only rely on him now." Yisi Qing was relatively calm, but his eyes flashed with worry.

  Strange gazes came from all directions, but they didn't affect Yi Chen. He still had a calm expression on his face as he waited for the match to begin.

  "You should be proud that you can lose to me." Yi Chen kept his indifferent expression as he saw Yi Chen, and Yi Ni coldly smiled.

  "I hope you can remember this sentence." The slightly closed eyes flashed with sharp light, and Yi Chen's mouth hooked up lightly.

  "The fifth match is about to begin, six against three! Now start!" At this time, the other two groups also made preparations and at that moment, a shout sounded in the air.

  "Furious Wind Leg." In this instant, Yi Jue's body suddenly shook violently, his right foot stomped the ground fiercely, and his body soared high into the air. His right foot was enveloped by a black soul force, carrying a thousand-jin force as it swept towards Yi Chen.

  A strong gust of wind came, and Yi Chen didn't feel the slightest tension. With a twist of his waist, he quickly moved to the right, appearing behind Yi Ni's back.

  "So fast speed." His right leg swept an empty space, Yi Fan's heart was shocked, wanting to retract his foot and launch a new attack.

  "Let you taste the thrill of being killed in seconds." At this time, a cold laugh came from behind him.