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

Chapter 50 Ranking

Ten people advanced, and another draw was held.

Li Yuan drew number five and will soon face off against another player who also drew number five.

However, not now.

We need to wait for our number to be called.

The ten sub-arenas have been dismantled.

Instead, a towering arena stands in the very center of the arena.

Banners fluttered in the wind, and drums resounded.

The stands were packed with people, and the sounds of discussion rose and fell, never ceasing.

In the exclusive stands of those aristocratic families, the masters and stewards would whisper to each other from time to time, pointing and commenting on the disciples preparing for the battle, seemingly assessing the potential of each contestant and choosing the best ones to train.

In the Qingniu Martial Arts Community, Lin Chong watched the figures of his two disciples, a flame burning fiercely in his heart.

The fact that two disciples from the Qingniu Martial Arts Club advanced to the next level is unique among all the martial arts schools in the city.

Lin Zhongneng could sense the sour looks from the owners and instructors of other martial arts schools, a mixture of envy, jealousy, and resentment.

Lin Chong stroked his beard, a slight smile curving his lips.

Today is an exceptionally happy day!

But there are also dissenting voices: "The Green Ox Martial Arts Club has had incredible luck this year."

"Don't get too cocky. Lu Qing has some reputation, but that's about it. As for that guy named... Li Yuan, he doesn't have any real skills; he just got into the top ten by luck."

"In the history of the Qingniu Martial Arts Society, there has never been a single disciple who has won even one match in the ranking competition."

"Hehehe, his skill in training disciples is just so-so..."

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Hearing these words, Lin Zhong's expression changed, and his brows furrowed slightly.

On the high platform, three important figures from the Guicang Alliance looked at the ten winning disciples waiting in the arena, nodding with smiles as if they were quite satisfied.

The official strode onto the stage again and shouted in a loud voice, "The qualifying race has officially begun!"

"For the first match, the player who drew number three, please come forward for the duel!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the two young men walked onto the stage.

The one on the left is tall and imposing; his tight-fitting clothes billow in the wind, emphasizing his strong physique.

His expression was calm, his steps were steady, and he carried a fierce and ruthless air of someone who had been through many battles.

On the right was a man of medium build, slightly lean, dressed in a tight-fitting outfit that accentuated his competence. His eyes were as sharp as a cheetah's, ready to pounce at any moment.

"Divine Power Martial Arts School, Mountain-Splitting Fist, He Qiang."

"Xiaoxiang Martial Arts Academy, Flying Cloud Leg, Zhang Zhaoting."

The two, one still and one active, immediately exuded their powerful auras upon entering the stage, neither willing to give an inch.

Although they were bowing and exchanging greetings, sparks flew between them as they looked at each other.

The next second, the two attacked almost simultaneously.

He Qiang stomped his foot and sprang forward, rushing towards Zhang Shaoting like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey. The sound of his fist cutting through the air was deafening.

Zhang Shaoting's eyes sharpened, and his footwork suddenly sprang to life. His figure moved like a ghost as he dodged the opponent's thunderous attack. At the same time, he turned his body and delivered a whip kick, slashing diagonally at the opponent's shoulder.

With a loud shout, He Qiang raised both arms and forcefully blocked the opponent's powerful kick.

Bang!

A muffled thud came from the point where fists and feet collided, sending out a shockwave.

He Qiang's lower body was stable, like a rock, while Zhang Shaoting stumbled back several steps.

Before Zhang Shaoting could even regain his footing, He Qiang launched a furious barrage of attacks.

Zhang Shaoting hurriedly parried.

But He Qiang's punches were all powerful enough to shatter mountains and split rocks, forcing Zhang Shaoting to retreat repeatedly and rely on his best footwork to dodge.

Although Zhang Shaoting was hit by several punches and had to retreat, he managed to withstand this fierce attack.

As a master of the peak of internal strength, he wouldn't give He Qiang a chance to adjust. In an instant, he retreated to advance, feinted with a cannon punch, and then spun around like a top, flipping his left leg up and bringing up a thousand pounds of force to chop down in a flash.

This kick was like Mount Tai pressing down, aimed straight at the opponent's head.

He Qiang felt a strong wind hit his face and unconsciously squinted his eyes.

The situation on the field suddenly reversed.

A gasp of surprise rippled through the stands.

If you were hit by that, it would be no less painful than hitting a watermelon with a hammer.

He Qiang took a deep breath and once again blocked the opponent's attack.

But Zhang Shaoting lived up to his reputation as a speed-type athlete; before his first kick could achieve anything, he launched another.

One leg is faster than the other, and one leg is even better than the other.

In no time, the distance between the two was reduced to a sky full of leg shadows.

Ordinary people simply cannot see the trajectory of the moves.

Li Yuan took a deep breath, a sigh escaping his lips.

The top ten contestants were indeed terrifying; not a single one of them was weak.

He Qiang withstood the attack, then lowered his waist and unleashed a powerful right punch, the blade grazing Zhang Shaoting's calf before striking him hard in the side.

Click!

The sound of bones cracking rang out.

Zhang Shaoting felt a deep, concentrated force penetrate his body, as if his internal organs had shifted. His body flew out uncontrollably and crashed heavily three zhang away.

He struggled a few times, but couldn't get up again.

"I'm giving up, I'm done fighting!"

He Qiang clasped his hands in a fist salute and circled around.

"Congratulations on your victory!" the announcement rang out.

Li Yuanchang let out a breath.

On this stage, although no one will actually go all out, fists and feet have no eyes, and neither side will hold back much.

One wrong move and you'll be either crippled or seriously injured.

Both of them were in the top ten, and the top ten receive the same treatment; both are equally eligible to obtain the title of Martial Master.

This life-or-death struggle is all for a ranking.

Ultimately, it all comes down to the word "name".

But even if you're number one in the whole competition, what difference does it make?

"Next match, please have the player who drew number four come up for the duel!" the official announced loudly once again.

Lu Qing instantly clenched his right fist, stood up and went on stage expressionlessly.

But if you look closely, you can even see a hint of arrogance in the corners of his mouth.

The erupting cheers and applause from the entire audience made him feel a momentary suffocation.

He looked up and saw a burly young man with a cold and stern face standing opposite him.

This person is none other than...

It was Xiao Yichen from Tianlong Martial Arts School, the man with the highest chance of winning the championship this year.

Upon seeing this person enter the arena, Lin Chong's brows instantly furrowed, and his face turned ashen.

He unconsciously gripped the handrail tightly with his right hand, stood up, and shouted towards the arena, "Lu Qing, you can concede this match!"

The sound was so loud that it attracted everyone's attention.

"You've already secured a spot in the top ten; your ranking doesn't matter!"

At this point, he no longer cared about his own image at all.

Upon hearing this shout, Lu Qing was startled.

But he didn't dare turn his head to look.

This head cannot be turned.

He had had enough of living a life of poverty for so many years.

All that hard training over such a long time, wasn't it all for this moment?

Now and in the future, he can only rely on himself.

They originally thought they could rely on the Qian family, but the Qian family has fallen.

He wanted to leverage the power of the business alliance, but was ruthlessly rejected each time.

Those grievances pierced my heart like ice picks.

I need to make a name for myself!

I want to prove myself, that I am the one most worth investing in and nurturing!

I'm going to slap those people in the face!

I don't care about Xiao Yichen or Liu Yichen at all!

Even if the one standing opposite me is a demon, I will step over its corpse to get past it!

"I advise you to admit defeat and leave the stage sooner rather than later," Xiao Yichen said calmly with a cold smile. "Fists and feet have no eyes, and I also have a bad temper. Be careful not to lose your life or fortune."

The contempt in his eyes was undisguised.

"Green Ox Martial Arts Society, Dragon Form Fist, Lu Qing, please give me your guidance!" Lu Qing clenched his fists and squeezed out a sentence through gritted teeth, enunciating each word clearly.

"Since you want to die, I'll grant your wish! Tianlong Martial Arts School, Flying Dragon Fist, Xiao Yichen!"

"bring it on!"

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