Chapter 403: Unstoppable Momentum, Advancing via Bye

The Martial Arts Field was silent as death.

Murong Fei's death brought immense shock to everyone.

This was a once-in-a-century Genius in Qingfeng City, a Cultivator at the Venerable Realm Ninth Layer, yet he was killed by a Cultivator at the Sixth Layer of the Venerable Realm.

Furthermore, this was after he had consumed a blood burst pill, causing his cultivation to skyrocket to the Tenth Layer of the Venerable Realm.

Such a battle record… was simply terrifying.

"Zhou Chen…"

"This person is too terrifying…"

"Sixth Layer of the Venerable Realm, yet he can kill a Venerable Realm Ninth Layer…"

"What kind of concept is this?"

"Fighting three levels above his own!"

On the spectator stands, countless people were whispering and discussing.

Everyone's gaze toward Zhou Chen was filled with awe and fear.

The remaining contestants were even more terrified.

They suddenly realized that in the upcoming battles, if they were unlucky enough to encounter Zhou Chen… it would likely be a dire situation.

On the high platform.

True Person Ziyang took a deep look at Zhou Chen, his eyes filled with admiration.

"This kid…"

"Not only is his talent high and his strength strong, his Heart-Nature is also ruthless enough."

"Facing Murong Fei's desperate struggle, he actually showed no mercy and went straight for the kill."

"Such a Cultivator…"

A sharp light flashed in his eyes: "If he can grow up, he will surely achieve great things."

"He can be well cultivated."

The second round of the arena stage tournament continued.

The subsequent battles were no longer as intense as before.

Everyone was shaken by the battle between Zhou Chen and Murong Fei, feeling restless.

Many contestants were distracted after getting on the arena stage, and as a result, they were defeated when their opponents seized the opportunity.

There were also those who, due to being too nervous, underperformed and regrettably suffered defeat.

Half a day later.

The second round of the arena stage tournament ended completely.

Out of one hundred people, only fifty successfully advanced.

"Congratulations to everyone for passing the second round."

True Person Ziyang stood on the high platform and said loudly: "Those who can reach this step are true experts."

"Next, the third round will be held."

After speaking, he waved his hand, and the light screen appeared again.

Fifty numbers kept jumping, randomly combining.

A moment later, the matchup list for the third round appeared, and the third round of the arena stage tournament officially began.

One battle after another unfolded on the arena stage.

But this time, everyone deliberately avoided a direct confrontation with Zhou Chen.

Those Cultivators with cultivation below the Venerable Realm Eighth Layer even secretly rejoiced that they hadn't drawn Zhou Chen.

Because they knew that encountering Zhou Chen basically meant certain defeat.

And possibly even losing their lives.

Soon, it was Zi Yan's turn.

"The fifth match, Zi Yan versus Zhao Ming!"

"Both sides, take the stage!"

Zi Yan leaped onto the arena stage, her temperament cold and aloof.

Her opponent, Zhao Ming, was a middle-aged Cultivator wearing gray robes with a cultivation of the Venerable Realm Seventh Layer.

"Fellow Daoist Zi Yan."

Zhao Ming cupped his hands: "I know I am no match for you and am willing to voluntarily concede."

"I ask Fellow Daoist Zi Yan to show mercy."

Zi Yan nodded: "Very well, you may step down."

Zhao Ming breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly left the arena stage.

This time, Zi Yan did not launch a sneak attack, mainly because Zhao Ming didn't give her the chance.

Having learned from the previous lesson, everyone was especially wary of Zi Yan.

Furthermore, if she went too far, it would affect her own reputation.

She glanced at Zhou Chen on the spectator stands.

An expert like Zhou Chen could defeat his opponents openly and honestly.

If she always relied on sneak attacks to win, wouldn't that appear too low-class?

"The winner is, Zi Yan!"

The referee announced the result.

A few more matches passed.

Finally, it was Zhou Chen's turn.

"The tenth match, Zhou Chen versus Lin Feng!"

"Both sides, take the stage!"

Zhou Chen's figure flashed as he leaped onto the arena stage.

His opponent, Lin Feng, was a tall and sturdy man with a cultivation of the Venerable Realm Eighth Layer.

"Zhou Chen."

Lin Feng said in a deep voice: "I know that your strength far exceeds your cultivation."

"But I am not weak either."

"Today's battle…"

A trace of Battle Intent flashed in his eyes: "I will go all out!"

Zhou Chen nodded: "Not bad."

"I will not hold back either."

"The battle begins!"

The referee gave the order.

Lin Feng erupted instantly, a terrifying aura surging from his body.

"Earth Fiend Mountain Collapse Fist!"

He punched out, his fist wrapped in earthy-yellow light, containing the heavy power of the earth.

This punch had astonishing power.

Even the arena stage was shaken violently.

On the spectator stands, many people's eyes lit up.

"What a powerful fist technique!"

"Lin Feng has actually comprehended the Earth Law?"

"And it has reached the Realm of Perfection!"

"The power of this punch is such that even a Venerable Realm Ninth Layer expert would likely not dare to take it head-on!"

But Zhou Chen remained calm.

"Taixu — Domain."

Hum—

An invisible Domain instantly expanded.

Lin Feng's fist suddenly slowed down within the Domain, and its power was also weakened.

"What?"

Lin Feng's expression changed: "This Domain again?"

But he did not give up; instead, he continued to increase his power.

"Break!"

Boom—

The fist broke through the suppression of the Domain and continued to blast toward Zhou Chen.

But Zhou Chen had already made his move.

"Pluto Seal!"

Boom!

The two collided, erupting with a heaven-shaking loud noise.

Lin Feng's body was shaken back several steps.

While Zhou Chen remained motionless.

Boom, boom, boom—

Zhou Chen struck out several palms in succession, each containing terrifying power.

Lin Feng gritted his teeth, desperately resisting.

Although his cultivation was at the Venerable Realm Eighth Layer, he was forced to retreat step by step under Zhou Chen's offensive.

After a dozen moves.

Lin Feng finally couldn't hold on any longer; he was struck on the chest by a palm, vomited blood, and flew backward.

"I… I lost…"

Lin Feng said with difficulty.

He did not fight desperately like Murong Fei, but chose to concede.

Because he knew that if he continued to fight, he would only be throwing his life away.

"The winner is, Zhou Chen!"

The referee announced the result.

The entire venue erupted in discussion once again.

"Zhou Chen won again!"

"This strength… is simply terrifying!"

"It seems that Zhou Chen will definitely occupy a spot in the top ten."

Someone whispered: "First place is not necessarily impossible either."

The third round of the arena stage tournament ended quickly.

Out of fifty people, only twenty-five successfully advanced.

Among them, both Zhou Chen and Zi Yan successfully advanced.

…

The light screen appeared again.

Thirteen numbers kept jumping.

A moment later, one number suddenly turned gold.

[Bye: Number 237, Zhou Chen]

"What?"

"Zhou Chen got a bye?"

"His luck is too good!"

On the spectator stands, countless people exclaimed.

Zhou Chen getting a bye meant he directly advanced to the top seven; becoming an Outer Sect Disciple was a certainty.

Zhou Chen looked at the golden number on the light screen, a faint smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"A bye… good luck."

"It seems that even the heavens are helping me."

He closed his eyes to rest, waiting for the fifth round to end.

Zi Yan, relying on her Venerable Realm Eighth Layer cultivation and superb combat skills, successfully defeated her opponent and advanced to the top seven.

The remaining few also displayed powerful strength.

Finally, all seven people were determined.

Zhou Chen, Zi Yan, and five other experts at or above the Venerable Realm Eighth Layer.

"Congratulations to everyone!"

True Person Ziyang stood on the high platform and said loudly: "From now on, you are already Outer Sect Disciples of the Zixia Sect!"

"Later, someone will distribute the Outer Sect Disciple tokens and resources to you."

He paused: "Next, we will determine the top three."