Yanfu: Starting with the Six-Eared Macaque

"How are you feeling?"

Knowing that it was Chen Xing's first match today, Du Ren and the others had been waiting in the stands for a long time. Seeing Chen Xing successfully win his first victory, they immediately went up to ask him.

"Not bad. I've met Lu Jia before, and although I've heard of him, I didn't expect his physical skills to be this formidable."

Chen Xing recalled their repeated exchanges.

"Lu Jia's situation is actually similar to yours. He was also brought back by Elder Ziying when he came down the mountain. He has a slight talent in talisman making, and his martial arts skills are actually inherited from his family."

Du Ren clearly knew more.

"Junior brother, try this."

Seeing that the two had finished their conversation, Sixth Brother Edison walked over and pointed to a peculiar leather recliner on the side.

Chen Xing walked over and lay down. Edison pointed a finger at the chair, and the chair immediately expanded, enveloping Chen Xing, leaving only his head sticking out.

"This is my new massage chair. It has a reduced-powered Flame Array and Earth Spike Array inside, which can gently heat the whole body. The power of the Earth Spike Array is not enough to pierce clothing. It can stimulate acupoints and relax the body," Edison explained.

"Sure enough, the path of technological progress is always the same," Chen Xing thought to himself.

The afternoon after the first round was the stage for the second round.

After the first round of competition, the spirit-sealing formation on the arena was closed, and the use of spiritual power was no longer restricted.

Chen Xing's opponent this time was Liu Yi, a disciple of Yaoguang Peak.

Chen Xing looked at the strong and powerful Liu Yi in front of him. Years of weapon forging had made his body solid and strong, tempered by the furnace fire and nourished by spiritual energy. His aura was powerful and heavy. He was wearing a pair of finger tigers with spiritual light on their hands, which should be his weapons.

After both sides announced their names, the referee announced the start of the match.

Liu Yi strode forward and leaped forward, his right leg kicking straight at Chen Xing, attempting to overcome skill with brute force and achieve victory in one strike.

Chen Xing stepped to the left, dodging to Liu Yi's right side. Facing the opening in Liu Yi's back that he was about to kick, he did not rush forward, but instead took a half step back.

As expected, Liu Yi kicked the ground and then spun around, sweeping his whip punch behind him.

When his attack missed, a hint of surprise flashed in Liu Yi's eyes.

Without hesitation, Liu Yi lunged forward again, delivering a left hook followed by a right straight punch, aiming fiercely at Chen Xing. Both punches struck the air, and Chen Xing vanished right before his eyes.

Suddenly, Liu Yi felt as if he had been hit hard in the abdomen with a heavy hammer. The intense pain caused him to kneel down on the ground.

"Good lad! You've already used the same move we just saw!"

Elder Heyang, sitting in the audience, couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

Those watching from below could see clearly that Chen Xing leaned back, his body like a fully drawn bow, dodging the two fists. Then, he braced himself with one hand on the ground, brought his legs together, and kicked Liu Yi hard in the abdomen.

It was Lu Jia's Crouching Dragon move!

Despite the pain, Liu Yi managed to throw a few punches, but Chen Xing seized the opportunity and pushed him off the stage with a single palm strike, easily eliminating Liu Yi.

The audience erupted in cheers!

After two rounds of competition, the day's matches came to an end.

After stepping off the stage, Chen Xing and his fellow disciples from Yuheng Peak went to the stands to watch the upcoming matches.

In this contest, Tianxuan Peak actually has a significant advantage, after all, Tianxuan Peak specializes in swordsmanship and is the main force in Shushan's fight against demons and monsters, with rich and experienced skills.

Most of the battles that took place that afternoon ended in victory for Tianxuan Peak.

After the restrictions on spiritual power were lifted, the number of injuries increased significantly. Many disciples were injured and unable to continue throughout the afternoon. Some disciples from Tianxuan Peak even fought each other, exchanging injuries and leaving both sides unable to continue fighting.

Chen Xing returned to the courtyard and rested briefly. He hadn't needed to use any formations or talismans in today's two matches, so no additional supplies were required.

Silent all night.

The next day, the atmosphere on the arena for the third round of the sect competition was already ignited.

After the first two rounds of selection, those who remain are all top talents from their respective peaks, and their strength should not be underestimated.

Chen Xing's opponent this time is Fei Ding, a well-known disciple of Tianxuan Peak. Fei Ding is famous in the sect for his fast sword skills, which are fierce and swift.

After both sides announced their names, the referee immediately announced the start of the match.

Fei Ding gripped the sword hilt with his right hand and pointed it directly at Chen Xing with his left.

Chen Xing slightly shifted his feet, placed his hands one in front of the other, and stared intently at Fei Ding.

[A Glimpse of Beauty] Activated!

"Target locked: Fedin. This lock can be lifted at any time."

"Unfortunately, you did not learn about your opponent's weaknesses. If the target is only seen briefly for a long time, it will increase your chances of discovering their weaknesses."

You have received the following information:

Name: Fei Ding

State: Refining Essence into Qi

Specialization: Swordsmanship 71%

Skill: Divine Sword Thunder Control Technique

Threat Level: Red

Fei Ding made the first move, thrusting his sword, "Immortal Points the Way," straight at Chen Xing.

Chen Xing dodged to the side, raised his right hand to knock away Fei Ding's sword-wielding wrist, and with a flash of inspiration at the tip of his left finger, he quickly drew an array pattern.

With his right hand thrown up, Fei Ding immediately pulled his arm back in front of him, twisted his body and exerted force, sweeping Chen Xing with a jade belt around his waist.

Chen Xing dodged the sword blade by bending down to the side, then struck Fei Ding's waist and abdomen with his right palm while drawing another array pattern with his left hand.

With a single strike, Feding staggered back two steps to dissipate the force, then flipped his wrist and charged forward again with his sword.

Instead of retreating, Chen Xing moved closer, letting the sword pass him by. He grabbed Fei Ding's right arm holding the sword with his left hand, twisted his body, and used his right arm to strike Fei Ding's waist and abdomen, producing a muffled thud.

Taking a deep breath, Fei Ding withstood Chen Xing's attack, his left hand flashing with spiritual light as he thrust straight at Chen Xing's waist and abdomen, attempting to exchange blows with the already injured Chen Xing.

Chen Xing released his grip and retreated, dodging the sword's pointing finger.

The two sides widened the distance again.

On the stands, all the disciples of Yuheng Peak were sweating for Chen Xing.

"Junior Brother is at a disadvantage fighting bare-handed."

"This is just a test, and Junior Brother hasn't suffered any losses yet," the Second Senior Brother observed clearly.

"Don't worry, look at Junior Brother's left hand that he's been hiding. He's quite the sneaky one," said Senior Brother Du Ren.

After some probing, both sides stopped holding back, and Feding shifted his offensive, pointing his sword forward while keeping his longsword at bay.

Chen Xing channeled his spiritual energy to protect his arms, his right hand in front, fist outstretched, his left hand hidden behind his back, his gaze fixed on Fei Ding.

Fei Ding channeled his energy into his sword, unleashing a diagonal slash towards Chen Xing, using the energy as cover to thrust directly at Chen Xing.

Chen Xing dodged the sword energy to the left, leaving a faint array pattern in place. He then used his right hand to strike the spine of the sword, taking another step back.

Fei Ding thrust left and right, aiming at Chen Xing, who dodged them one after another. Each time he dodged, a pattern would flash across the ground where he stood.

The offensive intensified, and Feding pressed his advantage, crouching low and charging forward, his longsword flashing with a dazzling light as he slashed at Chen Xing's legs.

The referee had already set up the formation, waiting for Feding to hit Chen Xing before activating the formation to control the two and prevent greater casualties.

Chen Xing, however, neither dodged nor evaded, but instead took out a delicate array plate and said, "Activate the array!"

In an instant, the free spiritual energy in the world suddenly converged on the arena. Fei Ding felt a huge restraint around him, suppressing him so that he could not move, as if he were firmly locked in by invisible shackles.

During the fight, Chen Xing used his right hand to engage his opponent while his left hand subtly channeled his spiritual energy into hidden corners of the arena, placing subtle array patterns.

These array patterns were extremely well concealed, and almost no one noticed them during the fierce battle.

Chen Xing appeared to be in a passive defensive posture, but in reality, with every move and every block, he was constantly refining the formation's structure by taking advantage of the surge of spiritual energy during the battle.

The moment Fei Ding was repelled by Chen Xing, the array patterns that Chen Xing had laid out were finally fully formed.

Fei Ding chanted a sword incantation, attempting to draw divine lightning into his body and forcibly shatter the formation.

Upon seeing this, Chen Xing immediately stepped forward and struck Fei Ding in the chest with a palm. Fei Ding coughed up blood and fainted.

Seeing that Feding was no longer able to fight, the referee immediately declared Chen Xing the winner and advanced.