He transformed from a fierce tiger pillar into a martial saint.

Chen Shishi stood beside Chen Fengxiao, a hint of worry on her face.

Currently, the only Ming Jin peak disciples in the martial arts school who are able to participate in the Dingbo Platform competition are Li Long, Shen Junhao, Wang Deshun, and Zhang Shengxu.

Among them, Li Long and Zhang Shengxu had just reached the peak stage of accumulating qi and blood and internal strength from the late stage of Ming Jin. In terms of strength and foundation, they were naturally inferior to other peak Ming Jin disciples.

As for Wang Deshun, his strength has declined. To put it bluntly, even if he went, he would only be able to fill the number of peak Ming Jin disciples, so that the sect wouldn't look too bad...

Shen Junhao had failed once before, but now he had accumulated experience over many days.

However, as a member of a large family, Shen Junhao was usually busy with family affairs, which made him somewhat lax in his cultivation.

They don't pay much attention to these issues unless something happens. They even feel very confident because their martial arts school has already accumulated seven disciples with hidden strength.

However, it has now been discovered that the foundation of its martial arts school has been somewhat disjointed.

"No wonder my father often frowned when he was alone in his study."

"And the treatment Father currently gives to Ming Jin disciples is better than that of Ming Jin disciples at other martial arts schools. I didn't understand it then, but now I understand it all..."

Chen Shishi felt somewhat heavy-hearted.

She glanced at Chen Fengxiao.

Chen Fengxiao remained calm and composed, as immovable as a mountain, seemingly unbearable pressure.

Chen Fengxiao spoke up, "You should have already heard the news. Under the magistrate's supervision, our Tiger Roar Martial Arts School will be competing against Zhenjiang Martial Arts School and Canglang Martial Arts School at Dingbo Terrace."

Although the disciples had indeed heard rumors that morning, they were still shocked to hear it confirmed by their master.

Chen Fengxiao paused slightly: "We will decide the ownership of a spirit fish pond through a tournament."

"If our Tiger Roar Martial Arts School obtains that spirit fish pond, martial artists with Dark Strength will be provided with spirit fish meat three times a day, and martial artists with Bright Strength will be provided with spirit fish meat twice a day. Five people who have not yet reached Bright Strength will be selected based on their merit to enjoy one spirit fish meat meal a day."

"Currently, participants in the arena are required to be disciples of the Ming Jin school."

"Because several of our Tiger Roar Martial Arts School's peak Ming Jin disciples have special circumstances, I have summoned you all here. We need late-stage Ming Jin disciples to fill the vacancies. In addition, we also need a few backup late-stage Ming Jin disciples."

"At that time, all four of you will go along, and one of you will be selected to go on stage depending on the situation."

The four Ming Jin disciples who arrived at the scene all nodded and said, "Yes, Master."

However, their faces were quite solemn.

Although the arena competition is supposed to be a point-to-point contest, mistakes are inevitable on the ring. Moreover, these martial arts schools have already clashed over the Spirit Fish Pool, and tensions have escalated.

In the ring, it's possible that someone might intentionally make a mistake that cripples, injures, or even kills their opponent.

They are currently in the stage of accumulating qi and blood and internal strength in order to reach their peak and unlock the secrets of internal strength.

If one is injured at this time, it will inevitably affect one's foundation, making it difficult to successfully master the hidden strength.

However, they could not back down when something happened at the martial arts school.

One of the disciples, Li Hu, who was in the late stage of Ming Jin, even stepped forward, cupped his hands, and said, "Master, there is something I'm not sure if I should say."

Chen Fengxiao: "Speak."

Li Hu replied, "Yes, Master."

As he spoke, Li Hu approached Wang Deshun, cupped his hands in a respectful bow, and looked extremely solemn.

Li Hu said, "Senior Brother Wang, please forgive my rudeness."

After saying that, Li Hu said, "Master, Senior Brother Wang failed to pass the test twice, and his strength has dropped. He might even be weaker than a typical late-stage Ming Jin cultivator. If we let Senior Brother Wang go on stage, it might be very dangerous."

"I request to play in place of Senior Brother Wang. Please don't let Senior Brother Wang participate."

Upon hearing this, Wang Deshun's eyes widened in surprise.

He said, "Li Hu, shut up. This is none of your business. This is something I discussed with my master."

Although Wang Deshun scolded Li Hu, his eyes were also filled with emotion.

Li Hu replied, "No, Senior Brother Wang!"

Chen Fengxiao's eyes gleamed: "Li Hu, your intentions are commendable. Granted!"

Wang Deshun said, "Master..."

Chen Fengxiao waved his hand: "Wang Deshun, there's no need to mention him again. You go with him as a backup."

"Those of you participating in the arena competition, as well as the reserve personnel, need to rest and recuperate these next few days, and also prepare for the Dingbotai battle five days from now!"

Right now.

Chu Yang stepped forward and said, "Master, I have a request."

Many disciples with internal strength were also taken aback.

They had naturally heard a lot about Chu Yang.

Chu Yang performed well during the Ming Jin assessment and was treated as a peak Ming Jin disciple. Moreover, he had a sixth-grade root bone, making him quite famous within the martial arts school.

But what could Chu Yang, a mid-stage Ming Jin disciple, possibly ask for in this situation and atmosphere?

Are you trying to cause more trouble for your master?

As for the other disciples who were at the early and middle stages of Ming Jin, they were all stunned for a moment and secretly shook their heads in their hearts.

Especially among the disciples Liang Qingfeng and the other two who participated in the Ming Jin assessment at the same time, some wondered if Chu Yang was trying to show off.

But shouldn't one consider the occasion when trying to stand out?

Chen Fengxiao said, "Oh? What is your request? Tell me."

Chu Yang said, "Please let me be a backup for the arena battle, Master. If you trust me, then let me be a direct participant."

When Chu Yang said this, his expression was calm and firm.

During his time at the martial arts school, he could feel the support the school provided to its disciples. He himself had received support from the school, so he naturally wanted to reciprocate.

Moreover, Chu Yang also knew that in the path of martial arts, there is only one way: to fight!

If you don't have the ability to show off, then you're just a brainless idiot.

Having the strength but not fighting or striving, only wanting to survive, is not in accordance with the spirit of martial arts! You will not go far in the end!

Chen Shishi said at this moment, "Junior Brother Chu, don't be silly. The reserve personnel for the arena are at least at the late stage of Ming Jin."

The other martial artists at the mid-stage and early-stage of Ming Jin shook their heads slightly upon hearing Chu Yang's words.

"This Chu Yang is really trying to show off! He actually wants to participate in the arena with his mid-stage Ming Jin cultivation level!"

"We've all reached the mid-stage of Ming Jin over a year ago, and we haven't dared to speak rashly. He, on the other hand, is showing off..."

"Showing off without real ability will only increase your master's dislike!"

Among the other disciples, some had this thought in their minds.

however.

Right now.

Chu Yang replied, "Senior Sister, I'm not being silly. Because I'm already at the late stage of Ming Jin."

Upon hearing this, a moment of silence fell over the room.