The Martial Saint rose to power starting as a substitute bridegroom.

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The disciples encouraged each other and prepared to head to their respective competition venues.

Yang Cheng is on the third arena.

Lu Qing is on the tenth arena.

Li Yuan is on the ninth arena.

Surrounded by his disciples, Lu Qing headed to the stands near the tenth arena to cheer him on.

Qi Xiuyuan hesitated for a moment, but still decided to head to the stands of the tenth arena.

In recent days, he has been more attentive to Lu Qing, and their relationship has been relatively amicable, but anyone can see that Lu Qing does not really care about him.

Therefore, Qi Xiuyuan is still eager to repair his relationship with Lu Qing.

A potential genius is not someone you should offend.

The most disciples went to the tenth arena with Qi Xiuyuan, numbering about seven or eight.

Yang Cheng walked over, patted Li Yuan on the shoulder, and said with concern, "Junior Brother Li, don't force yourself if you can't beat him. You can come back next time. After all, you haven't been at the Dark Force stage for very long. Consider it a training experience. There's nothing shameful about admitting defeat on the spot."

"Understood, Senior Brother Yang." Li Yuan nodded, responding to Yang Cheng's kindness.

"I'm leaving. Take care of yourself," Yang Cheng said.

Watching Lu Qing's departing figure, Chen Ting bit her lower lip, hesitated for a moment, but still followed Yang Cheng and went to the stands near the third arena with the other two disciples.

Li Yuan walked alone towards the ninth arena.

"Junior Brother Li!"

A clear shout came from behind; it was Rosanne.

Luo Shan jogged over, blushing, and handed Li Yuan a boiled egg. "Junior Brother Li, good luck!"

"Thank you so much, Senior Sister Luo!" Li Yuan said with a smile. "You keep up the good work!"

"Okay!" Rosanne nodded emphatically. "I've been assigned to the second arena. I'm leaving."

Rosanne practically ran away as if fleeing.

When Li Yuan walked toward the ninth arena, several examinees were already waiting there.

The ninth arena has nine candidates.

In principle, the two teams will compete against each other, and the loser will be eliminated. The team can win a maximum of three matches to advance to the next round.

"Brother Li!"

With a crisp shout, Sun Lu walked over.

"Sun Lu," Li Yuan said.

Sun Lu, unusually, did not have her usual carefree demeanor. Instead, she carefully moved closer and said in a serious voice, "Brother Li, there are two people you need to be especially careful with on your ninth arena."

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From Sun Lu's expression, Li Yuan understood the importance of the matter and naturally dared not be negligent in the slightest.

"The first one is Teng Wenjie from Qingfeng Martial Arts School. Although he is not at the peak of internal strength, after years of training, he has mastered the Qingfeng Fist. His fist technique is tricky and his moves are extremely fast. He should not be underestimated."

Li Yuan nodded, and following the direction Sun Lu pointed, looked at a smart young man of medium build wearing a blue short-sleeved shirt, and made a note of him.

"The other one, Dong Guan from Huwei Martial Arts School, is the key," Sun Lu continued. "He is my senior brother at Huwei Martial Arts School, with peak internal strength and a mastery of the Thunder Fist. I have sparred with him many times and admit that I am no match for him. You must be very careful when you encounter him. Even if you lose, you must protect yourself."

The fact that even a martial arts fanatic like Sun Lu could admit defeat shows just how terrifying Dong Guan's strength is.

Li Yuanyi clasped his hands in a fist and palm salute, "Okay, I've got it. Thank you!"

"Alright, I'm off. I'm in the fifth arena!"

After saying that, Sun Lu smiled and turned to leave.

when!

With the sound of a gong, the minor official of the seventh arena stepped onto the stage.

"Match 1: Teng Wenjie vs. Chen Yongquan!"

A burly man with a body as strong as an iron tower stepped forward and walked onto the ring.

However, his expression was very unpleasant.

The reason was the person standing opposite him.

He never expected that he would encounter a formidable opponent far superior to himself in the very first match.

Teng Wenjie was dressed in a smart blue short-sleeved outfit. He was of medium build, with a handsome face and sharp eyes. His inner strength was fully unleashed.

He clasped his hands in a fist salute to the other person, "Qingfeng Martial Arts School, Qingfeng Fist, Teng Wenjie!"

"Chen Yongquan of Morning Star Martial Arts School, please give me your guidance!" Chen Yongquan shouted and took the initiative to strike. His iron fist, as big as a sandbag, flew straight towards Teng Wenjie's face with a whooshing sound.

As soon as this person made his move, Li Yuan understood why his expression was so grim. Although his strength was not bad, he was far from reaching the mid-stage of Dark Force, and compared to Teng Wenjie on the other side, he was far inferior.

As expected, Teng Wenjie remained calm in the face of the fierce punch. He shifted his body to the side to avoid the blow, and at the same time, he made a fist with his right hand, flicked his wrist, and punched the opponent in the waist and ribs.

Ah!

Chen Yongquan felt a sharp pain in his lower back and abdomen, and staggered back several steps, his face turning deathly pale from the intense pain.

One round and the difference in skill was immediately apparent.

Li Yuan observed carefully, and a flood of thoughts rushed through his mind: how would he deal with such a tricky counterattack if he were in that situation?

Chen Yongquan gritted his teeth and pounced again, and the two clashed once more.

However, he was at a disadvantage in every aspect, not because the boxing style he was using was bad, but mostly because of the difference in their levels of skill and proficiency. If it weren't for these two differences, Teng Wenjie might not have been able to deal with it so easily.

Li Yuan carefully analyzed the various approaches to responding to, countering, and retaliating against each move, with different ideas intertwining and blending together.

Until he could find at least three ways to deal with the moves of both of them.

After more than a dozen rounds, Chen Yongquan was defeated as expected.

Teng Wenjie's excitement was palpable. He cupped his hands in a gesture of respect to the other party and said, "You flatter me."

"Teng Wenjie wins!" the clerk announced.

The Qingfeng Martial Arts School erupted in cheers.

At this moment, a disciple stepped out from among them, walked up to Li Yuan, and wore a deliberately ingratiating smile.

It was Li Hao.

"Li Yuan... Brother, although you are strong, martial arts isn't just about strength. You haven't been practicing for very long, so you can't possibly beat Senior Brother Teng. If you encounter him again, just admit defeat quickly to avoid injury..."

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Li Yuan's eyes remained unmoved, as if he had not heard anything.

Whether Li Hao's words were genuine concern for Li Yuan or an attempt to make amends for his own failure, Li Yuan didn't want to pay attention to them, whatever the reason.

At this moment, Teng Wenjie had already strolled over, his gaze lingering briefly on Li Yuan, a half-smile on his face: "Your good-for-nothing brother knows better how to advance and retreat than you do."

The overwhelming victory unleashed the full power of Qingfeng Martial Arts Academy's top seed.

Li Hao's face suddenly flushed red, and he lowered his head and hurriedly retreated.

Teng Wenjie then turned to Li Yuan, slowly approaching until only half a step remained between them. He leaned slightly forward, his voice low and slow, each word clear and sharp like a honed blade: "Don't blame me for being blunt, I don't mean any harm to you."

He paused for a moment, his gaze landing squarely on Li Yuan's face, and smiled slightly: "In my eyes, you two are both trash."

Li Yuan raised his eyes and met Teng Wenjie's gaze calmly, showing neither the embarrassment of being provoked nor the hostility of forcing himself to be present. Instead, he looked at Teng Wenjie as if he were looking at a decoration that had nothing to do with him.

A faint smile even appeared at the corner of his mouth. His voice was not loud, but it traveled steadily and clearly to the other person's ears: "Senior Brother Teng is right. After all, for those with poor eyesight, everything looks pretty much the same."

After saying that, he tilted his head slightly, looked over Teng Wenjie's shoulder, and looked in the direction where Li Hao had just retreated. His tone carried a just-right "sudden realization": "Just like my younger brother," who always thought that if he straightened his back, others would not see the crookedness in his bones.

This keen eye is indeed inherited from Senior Brother Teng.

After speaking, Li Yuan said no more, only nodded slightly to Teng Wenjie, and then turned and walked towards the rest area by the training ground.

His pace was neither hurried nor slow.

Teng Wenjie was left standing there, pondering for a long time before he finally realized what was going on.

boom!

My blood almost boiled over.