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

Appears in Chapter 47

Lin Chong's eyes were fixed on the sixth arena.

Because Lu Qing drew number six, barring any unforeseen circumstances, the duel will take place on the sixth arena.

He was eager to know who Lu Qing's opponent was.

It absolutely cannot be either Fang Chong or Dong Guan.

If it were any one of them, even if they won, it would only be a Pyrrhic victory.

It will certainly consume a huge amount of resources.

Lu Qing had already used up the Qi Gathering Pill during the initial trial phase.

This kind of depletion, with no way to replenish it, will definitely affect further progress.

It certainly can't be Xiao Yichen.

If it were him... the hopes of the Green Ox Martial Arts Club this year would be completely shattered.

"Now, all candidates, please proceed to the arena area corresponding to your drawn numbers!" The official on the high platform gave a clear shout, and Li Yuan walked towards the eighth arena.

The news had already been spread that he had drawn the number eight lot.

Dong Guan had been waiting impatiently for a long time. When he saw Li Yuan walking towards the eighth arena, a look of wild joy appeared on his face.

He leaped onto the stage and then shouted at Li Yuan, "What are you dawdling for? Are you too scared to come up here? If so, just admit defeat now, or don't blame me for being merciless and beating you to a pulp!"

Dong Guan was in high spirits, and he spoke especially loudly, drawing almost everyone's attention.

A slight smile played on his lips; the verbal humiliation had finally vented some of his pent-up anger!

Li Yuan paused, looking calmly at Dong Guan.

It's like looking at an idiot.

He also inquired about the other person who drew number eight.

A burly young man with a cold expression strode onto the stage, his brows furrowed and his steps heavy.

The powerful aura of a martial artist emanating from him instantly enveloped the entire arena.

"You mean you're going to beat me to a pulp?"

The young man stopped, and his gaze toward Dong Guan gradually turned cold and sharp.

Dong Guan's heart skipped a beat, the smile on his face froze instantly, his neck shrank back, and his face turned deathly pale.

"No, no...no, Young Master Yan, it's all a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding..."

'

He said miserably.

To everyone's surprise, it was this person who went on stage.

This person was none other than Yan Zhan from Longteng Martial Arts Academy, a strong contender to enter the top three this year.

Discussions began to rise from the audience.

"This Dong Guan is too audacious, relying on the Xie family's power."

"You should know that the Yan family has the ability to control the black market auctions in Linjiang City, so their strength and methods are extraordinary. Even if they were to fight the Xie family openly, they might not be much weaker."

"Yan Zhan's strength is no less than Dong Guan's."

"Dong Guan has guts! He's gone to such lengths to provoke us. And Dong Guan is just a retainer. I don't think Yan Zhan will give him any face."

"Moreover, this concerns his own future, so Dong Guan should just pray for the best..."

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The way people looked at Dong Guan gradually turned to pity.

Dong Guan took two steps back, feeling a sudden sense of dejection. He looked down at Li Yuan in the audience and saw a mocking smile on Li Yuan's lips, who even gave him a "good luck" gesture.

His head was buzzing.

Only then did I realize that I had been completely fooled by this kid.

Li Yuan is not number eight at all!

"Misunderstanding?" Yan Zhan sneered, his gaze gradually turning icy. "Let me see how you beat me to a pulp!"

Having been publicly provoked, Yan Zhan naturally had no reason to back down.

"bring it on!"

Before he finished speaking, Yan Zhan moved suddenly, and a powerful iron fist tore through the air and slammed straight toward Dong Guan's heart.

Dong Guan felt like dying.

"Young Master Yan..." Before he could finish speaking, the rest of his sentence was choked back by the oncoming "hurricane".

But now is not the time to hesitate.

He raised his arms, attempting to cross them to block.

However, it was too late.

Yan Zhan's fist landed heavily on Dong Guan's chest.

Bang!

A loud bang echoed across the arena.

Click!

Then, a crisp sound of bones cracking rang out.

ah-

Dong Guan let out a bloodcurdling scream, and his whole body flew backward like a kite with a broken string.

With a thud, his body slammed heavily against the edge of the arena, and the bluestone slab shattered instantly.

On the Xie family's viewing platform, Xie Yu was already stunned.

He gasped and slammed his fist on the armrest of the chair. Of all people to mess with, Dong Guan had to provoke Yan Zhan, this spoiled brat.

The Yan family is involved in the underworld, and their power behind them is immense. Naturally, they wouldn't show mercy to an unknown nobody like you.

Even he himself had to give this young master of the Yan family some face.

Then look at the stands.

Dong Guan clutched his chest with both hands, the excruciating pain causing his entire body to tremble uncontrollably.

"Young Master Yan...it's really...a misunderstanding!"

The voices all changed tone.

But Yan Zhan paid no heed. He strode forward, flicked Dong Guan into the air with his toe, and then unleashed a storm of furious blows.

Until Dong Guan was covered in wounds and blood, he fell heavily back to the ground like a lump of mud.

Dong Guan gritted his teeth, channeled all his strength, and unleashed a powerful groin kick at his opponent.

Things have come to this point; even a rabbit can bite.

Yan Zhan had anticipated that he would use this move, and a hint of disdain flashed across his face. His right arm shot out like a dragon emerging from the sea, grabbing Dong Guan's ankle tightly, and using the force, he lifted him up and threw him into the sky.

The instant the opponent fell, Yan Zhan suddenly unleashed a "Flying Dragon Piercing the Clouds" strike, which landed on Dong Guan's lower back like a heavy hammer.

BOOM!

An even louder explosion erupted in the arena.

Click! Click! ...

A series of teeth-grinding sounds rang out, and bones shattered one by one.

At the same time, blood gushed from his seven orifices, indicating that he was seriously injured.

Dong Guan slammed his fist heavily onto the bluestone slab, his desperate gaze fixed on the audience below.

Li Yuan lightly dusted off the barely visible dust on his shoulders, and calmly walked through the eighth arena towards the ninth arena.

On the other side, the Qingniu Martial Arts Club stands.

"Teacher Lin."

"Teacher Lin."

Yang Cheng called out several times, but Lin Zhong did not respond.

Lin Chong stared intently at the sixth arena without blinking.

Because the two opponents on this stage are Lu Qing and Xue Yunfeng from Tianlong Martial Arts School.

Some say that Xue Yunfeng is not well-known, but that does not mean he lacks strength. It's just that all the disciples at Tianlong Martial Arts School are overshadowed by Xiao Yichen's brilliance.

Watching this thrilling battle, Lin Chong deeply agreed.

"Master Lin, it's time to take your medicine," Yang Cheng reminded him again, holding a bowl of herbal soup in his hand.

Lin Chong then noticed him and smiled slightly.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Then he picked up the soup bowl and drank it all in one gulp, turning his gaze back to the scene.

Yang Cheng took the soup bowl and looked around.

At this moment, all those who can stand on the stage are at least at the level of mastering internal strength.

They were in high spirits, and if they won just one more game, they would basically be guaranteed a place in the top ten and enter the ranking matches.

If you fight another match in the rankings, regardless of winning or losing, you will be listed on the leaderboard and gain the title of Martial Master.

After obtaining the title of Martial Master, one will have the opportunity to join the Guicang Alliance and take another step forward on the path of martial arts.

Just like Qian Feng.

That is the highest honor, and there is even a chance to break free from the shackles of time and attain immortality.

For ordinary martial artists, the path begins to decline after the age of thirty-five.

However, if lifespan is extended, thirty-five years old is merely the starting point of the period of rising Qi and blood.

Even if they are not selected by the Guicang Alliance, they still have the opportunity to be transferred by the imperial court, serve as officials, and have their wives and children granted official titles.

Yang Cheng felt a surge of emotion.

Despite nearly twenty years of hard work, I still couldn't take another step forward.

"good!"

Just then, Lin Chong suddenly shouted excitedly.

Even though he usually doesn't easily show his emotions, he couldn't contain his excitement at this moment.

Because on the sixth arena, Lu Qing landed a powerful "Rising Dragon Strike" on Yan's waist, securing the victory.

As expected!

"Quickly, go and help Lu Qing down to rest and treat his injuries," Lin Chong hurriedly instructed.

Although he won, Lu Qing suffered a pyrrhic victory against the formidable Xue Yunfeng, which made Lin Zhong feel a pang of heartache.

The two disciples responded and rushed towards the sixth arena.

Yang Cheng couldn't help but feel envious.

Lu Qing has finally made a name for himself this time.

But I couldn't help feeling a pang of sadness.

He took a deep breath to calm himself down. At that moment, out of the corner of his eye, he saw that Junior Brother Li Yuan was also preparing to enter the ninth arena.