Chapter 62 Martial Arts Tournament 3

Chapter 62: Chapter 62 Martial Arts Tournament 3

Song Yi felt his whole body shake, and then his gaze gradually became confused.

Crack!

It was as if something had shattered.

Song Yi’s aura began to surge rapidly, and his originally aged face started to regain its youth.

Very quickly.

He transformed from an old man in his fifties or sixties to someone in his thirties.

When Song Yi’s gaze cleared, he knelt on the ground with a thump and said respectfully and reverently, “Thank you, Mr. Xue, for your help! From now on, Song is willing to go through fire and water for Mr. Xue, without a second word!”

The reason Song Yi was so agitated was that Xue An’s methods had exceeded his imagination.

To casually help someone advance their realm?

What level of cultivation must that be?

If this news were to spread, it would truly create an uproar.

One must know that countless people are stuck at the threshold of the Xiaoyao Realm, many of whom may never be able to enter in their lifetime.

Xue An waved his hand, “Alright, it was just a little effort on my part. I saw that you’re a decent person, so I casually lent a hand. Besides, I don’t have time to look after Lan’er, so you’d better teach her more!” “Yes!” Song Yi answered, bowing his head respectfully.

The next day.

The martial arts tournament selection competition began.

The so-called selection competition meant that the young talents who were not on the list of prodigies had to get through the selection before they got the opportunity to challenge those on the list.

The arena had already been set up, at the foot of Mount Qingmang.

Shi Hao came to the arena with his sister and a few followers, his expression calm and full of confidence.

Shi Zhuli was also filled with confidence in her brother. While she was preparing below the stage, Xue An came with the children, Hua Tingting, Tan Xiaoyu, Tan Dong, and others.

As soon as Shi Hao saw Hua Tingting arriving, he perked up and laughed loudly, “Miss Hua, Director Tan!”

Hua Tingting remained impassive, only nodding slightly.

Tan Dong then said to his daughter, “This Shi Hao has a steady aura and seems to have already stepped into the Zhenren Realm. To achieve this at such a young age is truly rare.”

Tan Xiaoyu did not speak, instead focusing on Xue An.

She wanted to see Xue An’s attitude.

But Xue An was constantly whispering something to his two daughters.

If someone overheard the conversation between the father and daughters at this moment, they would surely find it laughable.

“Daddy, what are these people doing? It’s so weird!” Xue Xiang said, pointing at the martial artists who were warming up.

Xue An smiled, “They’re… warming up!”

“Warming up? Can you eat it?” Xue Nian immediately asked.

Xue An pinched Xue Nian’s cheek and said indulgently, “You… always thinking about eating.”

“Then why do they need to warm up?”

“Because they are going to fight soon. It’s always good to warm up before a fight, otherwise, when they start fighting, they might lose!” Xue An only had such patience when dealing with his two daughters.

“Oh!” The two little girls responded as if they understood but didn’t, and then asked, “Daddy, then why do they fight?”

“Because… they’re bored, I guess?” Xue An said lightly.

The selection competition began.

Due to the large number of participants, they competed in groups of ten, with the winners moving forward and the losers being eliminated.

Among these martial artists, some were highly skilled, but many were just making up numbers.

As the competition proceeded, it naturally drew a lot of laughter.

But as it progressed, the bouts became more genuine and brutal.

Finally.

It was Shi Hao’s turn to take the stage.

His opponent was a brawny martial artist, powerful but unrefined. Shi Hao, however, appeared nonchalant and even provocatively beckoned to the man.

The martial artist was angered and went all out from the start.

But to no avail, the gap in strength between him and Shi Hao was too great, and within a few moves, Shi Hao kicked him over.

Below the stage, Shi Zhuli cheered loudly.

Shi Hao looked at Hua Tingting quite proudly, only to realize she wasn’t paying attention to the stage at all, engaged instead in conversation with Xue An.

This darkened Shi Hao’s expression, and he couldn’t help but lash out with another kick.

With a crack, the martial artist’s ribs were broken by Shi Hao’s kick.

Many people glared at Shi Hao with anger.

Yet Shi Hao remained indifferent, becoming even more ruthless in the subsequent matches, quickly fighting his way through the selection competition.

He won the privilege to challenge the elites on the Heavenly Pride List tomorrow!

After his victory, Shi Hao looked around proudly, thinking surely this would shock everyone?

But at a glance, he saw neither Hua Tingting nor the others.

All he could see were the distant figures of Xue An and Hua Tingting walking away!

They… left?

Shi Hao’s face turned incredibly somber.

In the provincial city, wherever he went, he was the focus of everyone’s attention, a cherished figure like the son of heaven.

But upon arriving here, no matter what he did, it seemed he couldn’t replace that man with a child.

Just wait until tomorrow!

Tomorrow I’ll break into the Heavenly Pride List!

Then I’ll deal with you!

I want you to kneel before me in front of all these women! Shi Hao thought bitterly.

Meanwhile, on a distant rooftop, a man and a woman stood watching the distant platform.

“This year’s new contenders are really strong!” the man said with a smile.

The woman’s pretty face was etched with indifference, and after a moment she coldly said, “But none of them are a match for me!”

The man sighed, “I really don’t understand you. A woman like you should be dressing up beautifully every day, so why are you always scowling?”

She glanced at him, “If you don’t shut up, I swear I’ll reduce the number on the Heavenly Pride List by one right now.”

The man closed his mouth.

Indeed.

Both of them were elites on the Heavenly Pride List.

One was ranked thirty-seventh, the cold and deadly Blood Scorpion, Leng Yun.

The other was the Smiling Sword, ranked thirty-eighth, Kong San.

Leng Yun looked towards Shi Hao on the distant stage.

This man uses Neigong, an inner strength technique, and has achieved some mastery of it; he will be a formidable opponent.

But not to be feared.

Nevertheless, Leng Yun couldn’t shake off a peculiar feeling because her intuition sensed a deep unease.

As if a pair of eyes were condescendingly overlooking them all.

This intuition made Leng Yun uncomfortable all over.

For years she had been honing her skills as an assassin in the Middle East and other regions.

This intuition, forged in blood and fire, had saved her many times, so it was definitely not wrong.

But who could it be?

Especially this calm and aloof aura, which instilled a deep fear in Leng Yun’s soul.

Even when facing the top three fighters on the Heavenly Pride List, she had never felt such fear.

At that moment, Kong San said, “Let me handle this man tomorrow!”

Leng Yun glanced at him, then stepped forward and leaped from the four-story rooftop.

Kong San followed with some embarrassment, also jumping down, “Hey! Do you really not trust me? After all, I am ranked thirty-eighth!”

“But you’re still behind me!” “It’s just by one rank!”

“But that’s still behind me!” “Can’t we talk about something else?”

“….You’re ranked thirty-eighth!”