The Sword God of the Universe-Chapter 82: The First Tournament

On the martial arts tournament stage, seven martial artists were caught in an abrupt upheaval!

"Boom!"

The burly martial artist, the tall and skinny martial artist, and two others, their eyes flashing sharply, attacked Jing Yan simultaneously.

Indeed, they had already secretly communicated before the finals began because each of them was clear on one thing: they stood no chance against Jing Yan. If they wanted to fight for the first place in the Jing Family tournament, they had to force Jing Yan out of the arena first.

Thus, they had reached a secret agreement!

When they successfully closed in on Jing Yan and hadn’t let him make a move against them, they knew they genuinely had a chance.

Moreover, Jing Yan seemed to be truly paralyzed, appearing unguarded.

This was an excellent opportunity; they only needed to push Jing Yan out of the arena, not to kill him. Jing Yan’s position was in the corner of the stage, very close to the edge. As long as they could force Jing Yan back a few steps, he would be considered out of the arena.

All around the square, there were exclamations of shock!

Indeed, none of the onlookers had noticed that these four were playing tricks.

Could it be that Jing Yan would really be forced out of the arena by them?

If these four were successful, then in this Jing Family tournament, Jing Yan would only be able to attain the seventh place!

At that moment, a playful smile emerged on the corners of Jing Yan’s mouth.

In this critical moment, Jing Yan’s figure moved!

His Flowing Light Sword created a Sword Screen, and then, his figure somehow weaved through the joint attack of the four.

How was this possible?

The four had nearly blocked all possible angles, yet Jing Yan incredibly and precisely found the gaps they left in their attacks.

It meant that Jing Yan could avoid the martial arts attacks they launched.

A trace of shock emerged in the four’s eyes.

However, they didn’t have much time to ponder how Jing Yan had done it as they soon felt a terrifying force coming from another direction, sweeping over them.

Then, their bodies flew uncontrollably out of the arena and fell outside the stage.

Watching the four lying on the ground in awkward positions, Jing Yan let out a light chuckle.

In fact, Jing Yan had sensed their act from the very beginning.

Having cultivated the Sky Vaulting First Divine Skill, Jing Yan’s senses were so powerful that he could easily envelop every corner of the stage.

Jing Xiaohua and the other three appeared to be fighting each other, three against one, but Jing Yan noticed their eyes frequently darting towards him, their look carrying an emotion not of worry that Jing Yan might suddenly attack them.

Having noticed this, Jing Yan had it all figured out.

He had remained still on purpose, waiting for the four to think they could succeed and then strike them with a bolt from the blue, plunging them from heaven to hell.

Prepared for their moves, it was not difficult for Jing Yan to dodge their attacks. Jing Yan’s predictive ability was simply too formidable!

"Damn it, Jing Yan actually discovered our plan!"

Jing Xiaohua got up from the outside of the arena and, after looking at Jing Yan, said to the other three.

"How did he find out? We hid it so well, there were almost no flaws," said the tall and skinny martial artist, somewhat unwilling to accept their fate.

In the moment they ambushed Jing Yan, he nearly felt they had succeeded. Yet, such a dramatic change had occurred.

"Don’t know, but he definitely found out, just waiting for us to make a move," said Jing Xiaohua, spreading his hands helplessly.

"Hey, Jing Yan, did you know we were targeting you?" Jing Xiaohua shouted at Jing Yan on the stage.

This Jing Xiaohua was indeed quite astute, and although he had resorted to tricks on the stage, when he made his move, he had loudly warned Jing Yan not to blame them.

Jing Yan looked at Jing Xiaohua and nodded his head without saying a word.

"This freak!" the tall and skinny martial artist gritted his teeth.

At this moment, only three people were left on the stage. Apart from Jing Yan, the two other Ninth Layer Heaven Martial Artists were still locked in fierce combat. Their strengths were comparable, making the fight particularly intense.

"Hahaha... Go down!"

In the midst of the battle, the martial artist in a green robe finally found an opportunity and launched a fierce strike.

As he laughed loudly, his opponent was forced out of the arena, just as he had declared.

With Primordial Energy dissipated, only two remained on the vast stage.

The green-robed martial artist’s gaze shifted to Jing Yan.

Of course, he was aware of the scene where Jing Yan had swept the four Ninth Layer Heaven Martial Artists out of the arena.

To survive this chaotic battle on the stage, if one couldn’t be highly vigilant and listen attentively to all directions, they wouldn’t last long.

Therefore, he also knew that only he and Jing Yan were left on the stage.

The green-robed martial artist’s expression suddenly changed.

Because he saw Jing Yan slowly walking towards him.

His face darkened slightly, showed an expression as if he were constipated, and then he cracked a smile.

"Brother Jing Yan, I’ll just leave on my own; no need for you to take action," said the green-robed martial artist, who was rather straightforward. He understood clearly that he had no chance whatsoever of pushing Jing Yan out of the arena.

So, after saying these words, he simply leaped out of the arena.

Jing Yan was slightly taken aback as he didn’t expect the green-robed martial artist to give up so readily.

But after a brief thought, he understood. No matter what, the green-robed martial artist had secured a second-place finish.

If it wasn’t for Jing Yan sweeping those four martial artists out of the arena, the green-robed martial artist probably wouldn’t have had the chance to take the second spot. To claim second place was already an unexpected triumph.

With this, the final stage of the Jing Family tournament, the free-for-all battle, had come to a complete end.

Jing Yan was the only martial artist remaining on the stage, thus he was the champion of this Jing Family tournament.

On the high platform in the square, Clan Leader Jing Chengye looked at Jing Yan and nodded.

"This edition of the Jing Family tournament comes to a close here. The champion has emerged, and he is Jing Yan!"

"Jing Yan, congratulations!" Jing Chengye said to Jing Yan with a smile.

"Thank you, Clan Leader!" Jing Yan bowed slightly and cupped his hands in gratitude.

"Hmm!" Jing Chengye responded.

Then, Jing Chengye called out the names of the top fifty martial artists in order of their ranking.

As Jing Chengye read out these names, several Jing Family Black-Clothed Guards came forward with large chests and headed to the square.

Everyone’s eyes grew fiery at the sight of these chests.

These chests contained the rewards for the martial artists who had participated in the Jing Family tournament.