Chapter 15: New Disciple Assessment (Part 2)

  After the first round of assessment ended, everyone took a short break before starting the second round of competition.

  The new disciples who advanced to the second round were narrowed down to ten people and divided into five matches. Soon, four of the matches had already passed.

  Xia Chen and Li Yuanyao respectively defeated the two new disciples, winning without a fight. Chen Li and Fang Qiu also easily won against the two new disciples. However, in the fifth match, Chen Lie faced off against Zhuo Bufan.

  Chen Lie's face was calm and composed, although he knew he wasn't likely to be Zhuo Bu Fan's match, but he didn't show any intention of giving up, instead he seemed eager to try, wanting a fight.

  Most of the disciples showed disdain, thinking that this new disciple was courting disaster and asking for trouble. However, there were also many who nodded in secret agreement. The path to cultivation is one where the stronger you are, the stronger you become. If you have a fearful heart, it will create obstacles and make it difficult to move forward. This new disciple isn't bad at all.

  "Want to try with me? Are you worthy?" Zhuo Bu Fan said indifferently, "If you still have some self-awareness, then quickly concede defeat."

  "Does it match or not, you have the final say?" Chen Lie sneered and took a stance, then suddenly dashed towards Zhuo Bufan with a whoosh.

  "Rubbish, you're looking for death!" Zhuo Bufan's face suddenly turned gloomy. He had thought Chen Lie would concede defeat, but unexpectedly the other party dared to charge up, which was equivalent to challenging his authority.

  Boom! Before Chen Lie could rush forward, Zhuo Bufan swept his leg horizontally, slashing out a fierce gust of wind, and kicked it violently towards Chen Lie.

  Chen Lie's face changed color as the strong wind hit him, striking his face and making it numb, showing just how powerful this kick was.

  He let out a loud roar, and with a surge of true energy, he crossed his arms in front of his chest to block the kick.

  Bang! A massive force came, Chen Lie's whole body shook violently, his arms felt as if they were broken and ached, he retreated more than ten steps, almost falling to the ground.

  "You're too weak, can't withstand a single blow." Zhuo Bu Fan said calmly, "Since you dare to provoke my dignity, don't blame me for being ruthless."

  He rushed up, and with a fierce horizontal sweep of his leg, Chen Lie was caught off guard, his strength exhausted, unable to withstand the attack. He flew backward, heavily crashing to the ground.

  "Not bad, this kick is quite domineering." Li Yuanyao's expression was calm and collected as he praised.

  "Chen Lie......" Xia Chen and the other two were anxious and furious.

  Zhuo Bu Fan stepped on Chen Lie's chest with one foot: "Fool, do you know the consequences of provoking me? I only ask you four words, do you admit defeat or not?"

  Pfft! Chen Lie spat out a mouthful of blood, though he couldn't move, his face was filled with unyielding determination and anger as he shouted: "Zhuo Bufan, I may have lost, but that's because my skills are inferior to yours. Surrendering to you? Absolutely impossible!"

  "You're really arrogant, but the more arrogant you are, the more I want to humiliate you severely." Zhuo Bu Fan's eyes flashed with icy cold light, "I know you and Xia Chen that trash are friends, have a good relationship, if I torture you, it will definitely make that trash grit his teeth, yet can only watch helplessly, unable to do anything. Does this feeling feel great?"

  He said, raising his foot and about to step on Chen Lie's face, wanting to give Chen Lie an unparalleled humiliation.

  "Zhuo Bufan, you dare!" Xia Chen said sternly, he was truly angry. Chen Lie was his friend and brother, Zhuo Bufan humiliating Chen Lie was equivalent to touching his reverse scales.

  "Ha! What am I afraid of? Xia Chen, now I'm going to trample your friend's face, and you can't do anything about it. You're really useless. Next one, it'll be your turn to have your face trampled. Don't worry, I'll make sure to trample your face into mush." Zhuo Bufan said with a cold smile.

  "Zhuo Bufan, I will never let you humiliate me, nor will I let you threaten my brother." Chen Lie's eyes widened in anger, a burst of true energy suddenly erupted from under Zhuo Bufan's feet, and he broke free, flipping to the side and landing outside the arena.

  According to the rules of the trial, once you reach outside the field, it is equivalent to losing, but the opponent cannot pursue again.

  "Chen Lie, how are you?" Xia Chen and the other two hastily rushed over and helped Chen Lie up.

  "Huh? I was careless for a moment and actually let you, this trash, escape. Consider yourself lucky." Zhuo Bufan was taken aback, then coldly sneered.

  He strode down to the field, came before Xia Chen and sneered: "Trash, you're really lucky, two rounds in a row didn't match up with you, but I see next round where can you hide, just wait for me to break all your bones, then wipe the mud from my feet on your face, swallow it bit by bit."

  He let out a cold laugh and strode away with his head held high.

  Xia Chen's face was expressionless, but a fierce killing intent flashed deep within his pupils.

  "Brother Shī, it seems that your extraordinary aura is growing, and your spirit is extremely vigorous. This time's assessment will surely be a great success!" Xú Fāng said with a smile.

  "Hehe, winning the championship is a must, but it's definitely going to be with Yuan Yao together. This golden boy and jade girl pair will surely create a new legend for the hundred-year-old disciple competition." Yue Zifeng smiled slightly, not taking his disciples' arrogant dominance as an insult at all.

  The third round started immediately after the second round ended.

  The third round of competition is for the ten disciples who lost in the first round. If they lose again, they will be ruthlessly eliminated.

  Each of the disciples knew it was their last chance, so everyone fought bravely, using all their strength to fight fiercely, and the battle was extremely intense, with bloodshed at every turn.

  In the end, five new disciples fell and left in disappointment. Many people's eyes were filled with sympathy, but there was no way around it - the rules were just that cruel. Once you stepped into cultivation, it was like sailing against the current: if you didn't move forward, you would fall back.

  "Chen Lie, how are you? Are you feeling better?" Xia Chen and the other two people helped Chen Lie down to the ground, asking with concern.

  Chen Lie took two Yuanqi Dan pills, and after a moment of circulation, he felt much better. He said, "It's nothing, just being shaken up a bit, but there's no major harm."

  "Zhuo Bufan is really too arrogant." Fang Qiu said angrily, "Defeating Chen Lie is not enough, he even wants to humiliate him and use Chen Lie to coerce Xia Chen. He simply doesn't put the assessment rules in his eyes, this bastard."

  "What's even more infuriating is that among so many people, not one of them stopped him. Does being a personally selected disciple give him the right to be so arrogant? Not even the Heavenly King can control him?" Sun Li said angrily.

  "Xia Chen, be careful." Chen Lie's face was solemn. "Zhuo Bufan is detestable, but he broke through the Second Heaven and as a personally selected disciple, his cultivation method far surpasses ours. You must be cautious in your response."

  Xia Chen nodded: "Don't worry, Chen Lie, I will make Zhuo Bu Fan pay back what he did to you without missing a single bit."

  "The fourth round of assessment has begun. The first match is about to start. Zhuo Bufan and Xia Chen, please come on stage." Fang Zhong's clear voice echoed throughout the venue.

  "Haha, it's really 'ask and you shall receive', trash. I just stepped on your friend, and now you're coming up to let me step on you, are you eager to be abused?" Zhuo Bufan walked onto the scene with a cold smile.

  "Zhuo Bu Fan, you stepped on my brother's foot, I'll step on yours ten times. Two months ago, I beat you like a pig head, two months later, I'll still beat you like a pig head. What genius, in my eyes, is just dog shit." Xia Chen said calmly.

  "You!" Zhuo Bu Fan's forehead suddenly bulged with blue veins, clenching his fists in extreme rage.

  When he first started, he was beaten by Xia Chenbao, which was a great shame in his life. Fortunately, only the new disciples saw it and didn't spread it out. Unexpectedly, at this time, Xia Chen exposed him in public, which is equivalent to forcibly exposing his scars.

  "This young man is too presumptuous, actually daring to ask Ye Bufan to come down from the stage?" Yue Zifeng's face looked somewhat unpleasant.

  "Senior brother needn't worry, verbal sparring is only for the weak. I won't use my true strength to humiliate this little one." Xu Fang said calmly.

  Boom! A powerful aura burst forth from Zhuo Bu Fan, his true energy crackling with a sound like electricity arcing through damp air. His clothes seemed to be blown by a strong gust of wind, fluttering and rustling.

  "Ah! What a powerful aura, it's the Second-Order Refining of the Postnatal Realm! Zhuo Bufan has broken through to the Second-Order!"

  "It's no wonder he's a genius, having cultivated to the Second Heaven in just two months after starting. This kind of cultivation speed is simply terrifying."

  "It seems that Xia Chen is going to lose. He can't possibly beat Hou Tianyi in two days, so he should just concede defeat quickly. Otherwise, who knows how badly he'll be crushed?"

  Everyone exclaimed in surprise, originally hearing that Zhuo Bu Fan was beaten by Xia Chen Yu, couldn't help but produce a hint of disdain. However, at this moment, with Zhuo Bu Fan's power bursting out, the disdain immediately disappeared without a trace.

  "Trash, I'll trample you into a muddy pulp!" Zhuo Bufan's eyes turned crimson red, and he squeezed out a few words from between his teeth, accompanied by the sound of rushing air, like a mad beast charging over, leaping high and stomping down fiercely towards Xia Chen.

  Crackling and popping sounds came from under his feet, as the air was compressed, producing a faint explosive sound.

  "Good! Uncommon, this move 'Treading the Mountains and Rivers' is truly divine, deeply grasping the essence of Master Yue's true teachings. This little clown will be trampled to death!" Li Yuanyao shouted loudly.

  Crack! A steel-like palm stretched out and grabbed Zhuo Bu Fan's ankle. Zhuo Bu Fan's body was majestic and powerful, like a god descending to the mortal world, his body instantly frozen in mid-air.

  This hand was plain and unremarkable, without any hint of wind, but it seemed to be the strongest vine, instantly dissolving the power of this kick into nothingness.

  Zhuo Bufan's face changed color, he felt the power transmitted from his palm was extremely strong, like a steel handcuff, even grasping his ankle bone in severe pain.

  "Trash, you dare block me?" Zhuo Bufan roared in anger, his other foot raised, about to step on Xia Chen again.

  Xia Chen's face was expressionless as he grasped Zhuo Bu Fan's ankle and swung him with great force, drawing a huge semicircle in the air before slamming him to the ground with incredible ferocity.

  Ka-chunk! The ground shook violently for several meters around, Zhuo Bufan let out a loud yell, heavily slapping his hands on the hard bluestone ground, his muscles and bones emitting a violent cracking sound, as if they were about to shatter.

  Pffft! Fresh blood sprayed wildly from Zhuo Bu Fan's mouth, his face turned deathly pale, he trembled like a broken frame, his true energy dissipated in an instant, and with just this one move, he suffered a not-so-light injury.

  "Damn it......" Zhuo Bu Fan roared with great difficulty, using all his strength to sit up halfway, and was about to crawl up.

  "Get down for me, damn genius." Xia Chen's foot heavily trampled on his chest, directly stepping on the body that had just sat up and knocking it back to the ground.

  The whole audience was silent!

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