Best Young Master

The night is as cool as water, and the crescent moon is like a hook.

The Immortal Martial Academy is permeated with a tense atmosphere before the competition. Everyone is silently cultivating, comprehending martial arts and divine skills, striving to achieve good results in tomorrow’s contest.

It must be understood that each competition affects one’s future status in the academy and the cultivation resources, so they cannot afford to take it lightly.

Today’s competition is merely a signal, but how many of those who can enter the Immortal Academy are unremarkable? None of them wish to fall behind others too much, whether for reputation or future cultivation resources, they have to fight desperately.

Besides Qi Tianlin and the other three, Shi Ye’s performance today was also astonishing, making many gasp in shock.

In the same category of genius, to break through an opponent’s defense with a kick and directly kick the opponent away, no one can remain calm facing such an opponent. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

Even some disciples from previous terms are worried, fearing that after the ranking competition, this wild man might challenge them.

If Shi Ye truly challenges them, how should they respond? Can they fight and win?

Thinking of this issue, many people became unsettled. Xiong Kuang’s performance almost qualifies him for the top four, yet he wasn’t selected, indicating what kind of prodigies this batch of disciples are.

The new batch of disciples are also on high alert. There is practically no weakling among them, and to defeat an opponent and achieve a good ranking, one must adjust to the best state, allowing no room for error.

Therefore, they are all desperately cultivating, adjusting to their best state, with perfect spirit and energy, capable of facing any competition.

The geniuses who lost in the first day’s competition are now reflecting on their mistakes, striving to redeem themselves in tomorrow’s competition. Under no circumstances can they afford to be at the bottom, or it would be immensely embarrassing.

For a while, the entire academy is steeped in an imminent tense atmosphere, with everyone prepared to showcase their skills in tomorrow’s competition.

The victors naturally want to maintain their winning momentum, while the losers want to redeem themselves by proving their strength.

At dawn, a ray of morning glow pierced the heavens and earth, the red sun rose from the horizon, spreading its brilliance across the land, adorning the Immortal Martial Academy with a glow.

At this moment, the entire Martial Arts Arena, except for the competition platform, is already shadowy and densely packed with people.

Due to the high-quality and exciting competitions yesterday, the number of spectators today has increased, many without seats, standing directly waiting for the competition to start.

Ye Fan and others, on their way here, saw many unfamiliar faces, all full of vigor, heading towards the Martial Arts Arena, obviously to watch the competition too.

The Immortal Academy’s Martial Arts Arena usually doesn’t even have a bird, even if someone wants to challenge, they don’t use this platform—starting this massive platform once is not easy and consumes spirit stones, they usually fight on other arenas.

Yet in these two days, the previously deserted Martial Arts Arena suddenly became lively, filled with academy cultivators and even some loose cultivators rushing over to watch this grand competition.

The Immortal Academy is semi-open, very accommodating towards disciples from some small families and sects. Additionally, since the academy’s competition is inevitably a clash between young geniuses, many people want to watch, and the number of people in the Martial Arts Arena suddenly increased, several times more than yesterday.

Dong!

A melodious bell rang, making everyone feel an empty spirit tranquility, and the originally noisy sounds immediately disappeared.

As the bell faded, Lan Yingfei appeared on the competition platform and announced today’s competition schedule to everyone.

As Wu Jingtian and Yue Chuan’s injuries have not fully healed, their matches continue to be postponed, and today’s matches are still divided into two groups.

In order to avoid previously matched competitors from meeting again, this time the matches are arranged by the academy, no drawing lots.

Additionally, through yesterday’s matches, the academy realized a serious problem—due to the match rule restrictions, many of the participating geniuses couldn’t fully unleash their true power.

To prevent this from happening again and to allow all participants to fully showcase their abilities, displaying the best matches, the academy decided to send two strong figures as referees. In case of life-threatening situations, they will intervene and stop the match.

Of course, once they intervene to save someone, it means that the rescued party loses the match.

With two strong people present, the participants can fully exhibit their strongest combat powers, without worrying about severely injuring or killing the opponent due to their own strong attacks.

As this decision was announced, the audience erupted in enthusiastic applause, for what they most want to see are fierce and exciting matches; if merely going through motions, it wouldn’t be interesting.

Every cultivator’s blood is hot, they yearn to see scenes of boiling hot blood splattering, desiring to witness the strongest showdowns.

Yesterday’s matches, though very exciting, lacked the bloodthirsty vigor that stirs the heart.

With the adjusted rules today, presumably those who lost yesterday will surely bring out their strongest combat power to strive for redemption!

Meanwhile, to save time and quickly reach a conclusion, the academy no longer limits the number of matches each day, playing as many as possible, with the first and second groups alternating matches.

As Lan Yingfei announced the competition rules and schedule, the various heroic lords arrived one after another, sitting in the VIP seats.

In front of them, small tables were set with tea, snacks, and fruits, which was the academy’s arrangement; those coming to watch were the heads of various powers, naturally deserving such treatment.

The only different one was the old wild man, who closely resembled Shi Ye, with a jug of wine and dozens of pounds of roast meat before him, eating joyously without caring about the competition.

Dong!

Another bell rang, Lan Yingfei glanced at the twenty competitors in the waiting area, then said: "First match, Xiong Kuang, versus Yuan Daoqing, both sides please take the stage!"

As Lan Yingfei’s words fell, Xiong Kuang sneered and leapt onto the tournament stage. At the same time, Yuan Daoqing also appeared on the stage.

"I won’t repeat the rules of the match. Just go ahead and fight, no need to worry about consequences! The match begins!"

"Ow..."

As soon as Lan Yingfei finished speaking, Xiong Kuang showcased immense combat power, executing Mad Bear Chaotic Dance without even using Divine Skills, directly overwhelming Yuan Daoqing with a flurry of strikes.

In less than half a stick of incense, Yuan Daoqing was left dazed by Xiong Kuang’s mountain-like heavy palms, his body wracked with unbearable pain, nearly smashed to pieces.

Smack!

Xiong Kuang slapped Yuan Daoqing down, forcefully claiming victory in the first match.

"First match, Xiong Kuang wins!"

Lan Yingfei nodded silently, acknowledging Xiong Kuang’s undeniable strength, ranking notably even within the Mid-stage Divine Power Realm. It was just unfortunate that yesterday he encountered that demon Ye Fan, resulting in a miserable defeat.

"Hu..."

Upon hearing the match result announcement, Xiong Kuang exhaled a deep breath. After yesterday’s suffocating defeat, today he finally felt proud, daring anyone to underestimate him.

"It’s not that Xiong Kuang isn’t strong enough, but that the one named Ye is stronger. Yesterday, Xiong Kuang lost without grievance!"

Watching Xiong Kuang effortlessly decimate his opponent with an avalanche-like assault until Yuan Daoqing coughed up blood, the crowd finally understood the extent of Xiong Kuang’s true power.

"Second match, Hu Fei versus Li Tianfeng! Both sides please take the stage!"

What? Isn’t Hu Fei supposed to be in the second group? How did he end up in the first group?

Upon hearing Lan Yingfei’s announcement, the other contestants were taken aback, secretly pondering whether Elder Lan Yingfei had made a mistake. Hu Fei was clearly in the second group, so how did he encounter the first group’s Li Tianfeng so quickly?

"No need to doubt, you heard correctly."

Lan Yingfei said: "Since it’s a round-robin tournament, everyone has to face all the contestants eventually. It makes no difference when they encounter each other."

"Be careful, if necessary just concede, don’t try to endure!"

Ye Fan warned Hu Fei with a solemn expression.

Li Tianfeng, at sixteen, could cultivate to the Mid-stage Divine Power Realm and was among the first batch of people to break through in the Immortal Secret Realm, attracting a great Heavenly Tribulation. Hu Fei might not be a match.

"I understand!"

Hu Fei replied nonchalantly, not taking Ye Fan’s warning to heart. He had just clashed with Li Tianfeng yesterday and now met him on the tournament stage; how could he possibly concede?

Besides, the descendants of the Nine Great Bandits never had the habit of voluntarily conceding. Even when clearly outmatched, they would fight to the death, unwilling to tarnish the name of the Nine Great Bandits.

Whizz!

Whizz!

Soon, Hu Fei and Li Tianfeng stepped onto the stage simultaneously, facing each other with a tremendous aura erupting from both, sweeping across the entire stage.

Boom!

Their auras collided, resembling an explosion, sending waves rolling in all directions. The Defensive Array Patterns flickered, neutralizing the aura-driven assault.

"Heh heh..."

Li Tianfeng grinned cruelly, a trace of viciousness flickering in his eyes as he appraised Hu Fei, saying, "Little bandit, you’ve finally fallen into my hands? Today we’ll settle both new and old scores. If I don’t beat you to a pulp, I might as well write ’Li Tianfeng’ backward."

"Less talk, face my blade first!"

Hu Fei roared loudly, a light flashing in his hand as a treasure sword appeared, directly slashing towards Li Tianfeng’s face. The blazing sword light transformed into a lightning bolt, striking Li Tianfeng in the blink of an eye.

"An ant trying to topple a cart, overestimating your strength!"

Li Tianfeng sneered, spewing an Innate Primordial Essence Qi from his mouth, shattering the sword light before viciously lunging at Hu Fei’s chest.

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PS: Three Chapters finished, new week, request for a recommendation ticket, thank you~

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