Chapter 86: Eliminated in One Punch, Shocking the Entire Venue

Han Li of Huangfeng Valley was the most mysterious; after the battle began, his figure flickered a few times before completely vanishing.

Immediately following that, terrified screams rang out from various parts of the battlefield.

A Cultivator was forming hand seals to cast a Spell when the ground beneath his feet suddenly turned into a quicksand trap, ensnaring him; several wind blades appeared out of thin air, eliminating him.

Another Cultivator had just raised a defensive Magic Treasure when highly corrosive black rain fell from above without warning. The Spiritual Artifact's light dimmed rapidly, followed by a flash of a dark shadow, ending his life completely.

Except for Zhou Chen, no one could see Han Li's figure; he was like a hunter in the shadows, patiently eliminating his prey one by one.

When the last person was eliminated, Han Li appeared calmly in the center of the arena stage, as if nothing had happened.

"This Han Li is definitely not simple. I should find an Opportunity to check his Opportunity," Zhou Chen thought to himself.

The performance of the fat monk, Void Realm, was full of comedy.

Facing the siege of seven Cultivators, he pressed his palms together and proclaimed a Buddhist title.

"amitabha buddha, this match has no destiny with you benefactors. This poor monk shall send you all down!"

Immediately, a thick layer of golden protective light lit up on his body!

Facing everyone's attacks, he did not dodge or evade; instead, like a golden fleshy tank, he rampaged through them.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Spiritual Artifacts and Spells struck Void Realm's golden light, only managing to kick up tiny sparks.

On the other hand, Void Realm's massive impact force knocked everyone staggering; at best, they suffered sprains, and at worst, broken bones—it was a wretched sight.

As he collided with them, he even muttered to himself.

"Benefactor, use more strength! If you're a brother, then hack this poor monk! This benefactor, are you scratching an itch? That benefactor is too slow!"

The scene was momentarily very chaotic and comical.

In the end, Void Realm used his golden light to forcefully "squeeze" the last stubbornly resisting opponent to the edge of the battlefield, where he tumbled out and was eliminated.

"Excellent, excellent!"

After finishing the fight, Void Realm wiped non-existent sweat from his forehead, gave a chuckle, and recited a Buddhist title.

Leng Rushuang of the Blood Drinking Sect lived up to her name; her two blood-colored flying blades, thin as a cicada's wing, were agile and eerie, leaving a trail of blood blossoms wherever they passed, appearing extremely cold and ruthless.

Zhou Chen watched with great interest, reluctantly withdrawing his gaze; it was time for him to end his battle as well.

Boom!

Zhou Chen casually tapped a finger, and the powerful explosion before him instantly vanished into nothingness.

The only remaining Core Formation eighth-layer Cultivator in the field showed deep wariness.

"I admit defeat!"

This Cultivator was clearly a Loose Cultivator and very cautious. He looked at the composed Zhou Chen, gritted his teeth, and wisely chose to withdraw.

Zhou Chen didn't even give him another look, closing his eyes in the battlefield to rest and wait for the teleportation.

The second round of the Grand Competition ended faster than anyone had imagined.

As the battles on various arena stages concluded, the true Prodigy seeds of this Ten Thousand Sects Grand Competition had begun to stand out.

Such as Blood Wuhen, Sword Wuxin, Han Li, Void Realm, Xu Ming, Liu Qianru, Leng Rushuang, Bai Tingting, Fu Jiuyou, Mo Li, and others; except for the seemingly ordinary Zhou Chen, all were popular candidates for the championship.

Before the third round of drawing lots began, figures flickered upon the high observation platform as the hundred Prodigies who had just advanced were teleported there one after another.

Sword Wuxin's gaze swept calmly over everyone, finally landing on Blood Wuhen. Blood Wuhen seemed to sense it, looking up coldly at Sword Wuxin.

The two exchanged a look across the void, and an invisible Aura of killing intent began to spread.

The third round of drawing lots officially began.

At this moment, Ye Chen, dressed in the crimson brocade robes of the Yanhuo Holy Land, was particularly conspicuous in his position behind Wang Yue.

"Isn't that Ye Chen? Why is he wearing the clothes of the Yanhuo Holy Land?"

A sharp-eyed Wenxian Sect Disciple spotted Ye Chen immediately.

The Third Elder looked over and confirmed it was indeed Ye Chen, but his face was currently ashen.

Ye Chen's behavior was no different from betraying the Wenxian Sect, joining another School directly without reporting to his own Sect.

It was only because Ye Chen had joined a Holy Land that the Third Elder found it difficult to vent his anger; otherwise, he would have long since captured this ancestor-betraying fellow and brought him back to the Sect to cripple his cultivation.

Ye Chen's gaze landed on Zhou Chen again, his lips curling into an undisguised sneer.

"Heh, Zhou Chen went through so much trouble just to squeeze his way here; how pathetic. But that's fine, it makes it convenient for me to see your current worth. Once we reach the Central Continent, I will definitely kill you!"

Ye Chen sneered inwardly, a sense of superiority arising spontaneously.

Just then, a cold killing intent that had almost solidified into substance suddenly locked onto Ye Chen!

Ye Chen's hair stood on end, as if he were being stared at by an ancient Vicious Beast, causing a chill to run down his spine.

He looked toward the source of the killing intent in horror, only to see Blood Wuhen nearby, wearing a hideous bronze ghost mask, staring at him with cold eyes as if looking at a dead man!

The coldness and killing intent in that gaze made Ye Chen's heart pound wildly, and his hands and feet instantly went cold.

"Blood… Blood Wuhen? Why is he staring at me like that? I don't even know him! Did I unintentionally offend him? Or… is he jealous that I was exempted from the trials?"

Ye Chen's mind was in a mess, and immense fear made his face turn slightly pale. He subconsciously avoided Blood Wuhen's gaze; with his current strength, facing Blood Wuhen would surely lead to more ill than good.

"Dust, calm down."

The aged voice sounded in Ye Chen's mind at the right moment.

Wang Yue also noticed Ye Chen's panic, her beautiful brows furrowing slightly. Her evaluation of Ye Chen couldn't help but drop a notch; such a Heart-Nature still required more tempering.

About half an hour later.

"Third round, first match: Zhou Chen of Wenxian Sect versus Zhang Xian of Qingyang Gate!"

The deacon announced in a loud voice, drawing everyone's attention back to the arena stage.

Zhou Chen's expression was calm as he took a step forward, his figure already appearing on the massive white jade arena stage.

His opponent, Zhang Xian, was at the ninth layer of Core Formation and was a Core Disciple of considerable fame in the Qingyang Gate. He held a High Grade Earth Rank long spear, and his Aura was not weak.

"Zhang Xian of Qingyang Gate, please advise!"

Zhang Xian cupped his fists, his eyes solemn.

Although this Wenxian Sect Disciple kept a low profile, anyone who could advance to the third round was by no means an unskilled hand.

"Please."

Zhou Chen said indifferently.

Zhang Xian did not dare to be careless, pouring his Qi into the long spear. The tip of the spear instantly transformed into dozens of sharp spear shadows, and then the spear shot out like a Dragon, aiming directly at Zhou Chen's vital points!

High Grade Earth Rank spear technique—"Hundred-Fold Phantom Kill"!

This move drew cheers from many Loose Cultivators.

The spear shadows were layered, difficult to distinguish between real and fake, and full of power.

However, facing Zhang Xian's fierce offensive, Zhou Chen only slightly raised his eyes, his figure remaining motionless.

Just as the spear tip reached his face, Zhou Chen finally moved.

He threw a punch!

Striking second but arriving first!

Boom!!!

Those seemingly fierce spear shadows filling the air were like paper, shattering inch by inch in an instant!

Sensing the danger, Zhang Xian's reaction was also extremely rapid; he instinctively held his long spear horizontally across his chest to block.

Crack! The Medium Grade Earth Rank spear shaft snapped at the impact!

The force of the punch continued unabated, smashing directly into Zhang Xian's protective light!

Boom!!!

The air seemed to collapse under the punch, letting out a dull sonic boom.

Zhang Xian felt only a terrifying force, as if he had been struck by a mountain. Without even being able to scream, his body flew backward uncontrollably, tracing a long line of blood before smashing heavily onto the arena stage.

The entire venue fell into a dead silence!

Countless gazes, filled with disbelief, focused on Zhou Chen.

One punch!

Just one punch!

The seventh-layer Core Formation Prodigy of the Qingyang Gate, Zhang Xian, had completely lost his ability to fight!

Little did they know, this was the result of Zhou Chen deliberately withholding ninety percent of his power; otherwise, with this punch, Zhang Xian would have certainly died.