Chapter 95: Elimination Match

  Xia Chen revealed a hint of profound smile: "I should be praying, but it's praying to meet you. I really want to see how you make me wish I were dead."

  "You think you can rival me just because you've broken through to the Sixth Heaven of the Mortal Realm? Zheng Yi sneered, "Even among those who have reached the Sixth Heaven, there are still differences in strength. Summer Dust, do you believe I can kill you instantly?"

  Xia Chen smiled faintly, without saying a word, and began to meditate with his eyes closed. Arguing was meaningless, when the time came for their match, he would naturally let Zheng Yi deeply understand what it meant to be worse off than dead.

  Zheng Yi saw that he didn't speak and thought he was afraid, so he coldly laughed a few times and walked over to sit down beside Wu Feng and Yu Xiulian.

  "How is this guy's skill? If you meet him, can you take care of him within the time it takes to burn an incense stick?" Yu Xiulian also opened her eyes from meditation and asked.

  "No problem, I'm now at the sixth peak of post-heaven, as long as it's not an equal existence, I can settle it within a stick of incense." Zheng Yi smiled lightly, looking extremely confident.

  "What a pity." Yu Xiulian said lightly, "Master Li will definitely not directly arrange for the Seventh and Sixth Junior Brothers of the Post-Heaven to compete, otherwise I'll kill him, it only takes one breath!"

  Wu Feng's expressionless face opened his eyes, but he didn't say anything and immediately closed them again.

  By Wu Feng's side sat a slender, purple-robed woman who shone like lightning, impossible to ignore - it was Fang Ziqing. From start to finish, she remained meditating with her eyes closed, unmoved by everything around her.

  "The first match, number thirty-two Xia Chen, number forty-six Feng Chuanxin." Li Chen Dong said loudly.

  "Oh? I'm up first, and it's against Feng Shixiong again." Xia Chen opened his eyes and slowly walked onto the stage. A man in his thirties also walked to the opposite side of him, who was none other than Hou Tian Liu Chongfeng.

  The two people's eyes met, both with a rather complex expression.

  For Xia Chen, Feng Chuanxin was his enlightening teacher. The acquired basic skills of Qiying Fist, Qingyuan Palm, and Pili Leg were all learned from Feng Chuanxin. Although he no longer needs to go to the martial arts stage now, Xia Chen still has a deep respect for this senior brother in his heart.

  Feng Chuanxin's heart was also fluctuating, he had hardly spoken to Xia Chen before, but he had always been paying attention to this new disciple. From the first time he saw Xia Chen's mediocrity, to now competing with him in the selection tournament, the huge leap Xia Chen had made in just half a year left Feng Chuanxin feeling deeply moved.

  "The competition is about to begin." Li Chen Dong announced.

  "The kindness of Master Feng's teachings, I, his disciple, dare not forget. To be able to exchange blows with Master is an honor for Xia Chen."

  "Haha, Xia Shidi is too polite. Your achievements today are entirely due to your own efforts, and I played a very limited role. It's an honor for me to exchange blows with the legendary Gu Yuan. Let's have a good fight today!" Feng Chuanxin saw that he was being extremely respectful and couldn't help but feel delighted.

  "I'll use the Seven Shadows Fist that Big Brother taught me, please guide me." Xia Chen said slowly, taking up a stance, precisely the starting pose of the Seven Shadows Fist.

  "Good!" Feng Chuanxin's eyes lit up, and he also assumed the same stance, also Seven Shadow Fist.

  The two of them locked eyes for a moment, their gazes filled with mutual affection, and then they simultaneously charged towards each other.

  Before they arrived, the fist shadows had already appeared around the two of them. As the distance drew closer, the fist shadows continued to overlap, and by the time they clashed face-to-face, Xia Chen and Feng Chuanxin each had a wave of fist shadows formed around them. The four fist shadows howled as they fiercely collided with each other.

  "Four Shadow Fists, indeed four! It's truly formidable. I didn't expect Xia Chen to be able to simultaneously execute Four Shadow Fists with Feng Shixiong, he has really cultivated the Seven Shadow Fist to an extremely high level."

  On the platform, the disciples below the fifth rank suddenly became very enthusiastic.

  Qī Yǐng Quán is a fundamental gongfa that all disciples must learn when they first join, it's simple and easy to understand, but it's not easy to master. Being able to watch disciples who have reached the sixth level or higher demonstrate Qī Yǐng Quán is a rare learning opportunity for them.

  It's just that the disciples of the sixth grade and above are also mostly concentrated, looking at each other's moves, after all, one of them may be their next opponent, now watching each other's trials can also consider countermeasures.

  Bang! Bang! Bang!

  Innumerable fists clashed fiercely, Xia Chen and Feng Chuan used the same moves to counterattack each other, just like two people in a mirror perfectly demonstrating the same moves, leaving the disciples on the viewing platform mesmerized.

  "At this level, I don't need a single incense stick, and I can defeat him within ten breaths." Zheng Yi's mouth corner revealed a disdainful cold smile.

  "Don't underestimate him, how do you know he hasn't gone all out?" Yu Xiulian said. Her intuition was after all sharper than Zheng Yi's, and after watching for a while, although it seemed like the two were fighting intensely, she couldn't shake off the feeling that Xia Chen seemed to be holding back.

  Zheng Yi was taken aback, then said nonchalantly: "Even if he had left some leeway, it shouldn't be much. Feng Chuan's existence is only a supporting role for the six heavenly tiers. If Xia Chen can't even surpass him, what's the point of participating in the selection?"

  Yu Xiulian nodded, Zheng Yi's words also made sense. She turned her head to look at Wu Feng: "Wu Shixiong, what do you think of this guy?"

  Wu Feng closed his eyes and said calmly, "It's all the same whether we watch or not. If Xia Chen is eliminated, then he's lucky. If he continues to advance and meets us, that's his misfortune. We've met many geniuses who overestimate themselves, but most of them have fallen."

  "Shixiong is right, this guy was so powerful that we had to cultivate for three whole months to recover. We almost couldn't participate in the selection. I hope he can make it through, even if he's punished by the sect, I want to personally take care of him!" Yu Xiulian said coldly.

  Xia Chen's face showed excitement, seemingly quite tense, but his eyes were clear and transparent, without any ripples.

  He could have knocked Feng Chuanxin out of the arena with just one punch, but he dragged on for so long to give Feng Chuanxin some face and not make this senior brother too embarrassed. On the other hand, he also didn't want to reveal his true strength too early.

  This time in the selection match, since Chen Qiushui is not participating, the only strong opponent he really needs to face is Fang Ziqing, and the others are not worth considering.

  Feng Chuan didn't realize that Xia Chen was intentionally yielding, and when he was in the midst of a fierce battle, he suddenly let out a loud roar: "Xia Shidi, be careful! I'm going to unleash my true strength!"

  Xia Chen was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said: "Alright! Brother Feng, come on over!"

  "Be careful!" Feng Chuan shouted loudly, and the four fist shadows suddenly overlapped heavily, then another fist shadow burst out and exploded. Immediately, the power of the Seven Shadows Fist increased greatly, howling towards Xia Chen.

  "Wudang Fist Shadow!" The disciples on the platform exclaimed in unison.

  Even many of the six post-heaven disciples couldn't help but reveal a look of surprise, all thinking that Feng Chuanxin was actually hiding his true abilities, having cultivated the Seven Shadow Fist to the level of five shadow fists, truly a rare occurrence.

  Xia Chen smiled slightly, his fists shook, and he accelerated, among the four fist shadows, a fifth fist shadow suddenly burst out.

  "It's the Five Shadows Fist again!" The crowd excitedly shouted, although Xia Chen was a post-heaven cultivator above the sixth level, as a new disciple who had just entered the sect and participated in the selection, he had a stronger sense of identity with these post-heaven disciples below the fifth level.

  Those six post-heavenly disciples' faces were even more astonished, never expecting that Xia Chen, a newly promoted post-heavenly sixth-grade disciple, could also produce five fist shadows. Even if they didn't want to admit it, they couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration.

  "The five boxing shadows, are they impressive? In my eyes, they're not even worth a glance." Only Zheng Yi was hugging his shoulders, coldly laughing non-stop.

  Feng Chuan was shocked, seeing Xia Chen's fist shadows overlapping each other, like the endless waves of the ocean, not only did he block all of his fist shadows, but also launched a powerful counterattack, making him feel powerless. He thought to himself, "Has Xia Shidi already become this strong? Indeed, he is extraordinary."

  He exerted himself to the utmost, but was always inferior to Xia Chen's powerful and vigorous fist shadow, retreating step by step, suddenly tripping over his own foot and falling out of the arena.

  Xia Chen withdrew his hands, and the countless fist silhouettes vanished into thin air. He clasped his fists together and said, "Wind Master, I owe you one."

  Feng Chuanxin was stunned for a while, then suddenly burst out laughing: "What's wrong with that, Xia Shidi? You fought well! I should be the one learning from you instead. Losing to you, I admit defeat willingly."

  "The first match, number thirty-two, Xia Chen wins!" Li Chen Dong announced, and the stands immediately erupted in warm applause, not just for Xia Chen, but also for Feng Chuan Xin.

  The winner is not proud, the loser is not discouraged, this is the style of our generation.

  Xia Chen smiled and cupped his hands, feeling even more affectionate towards Feng Chuan's messenger. He thought to himself that Brother Feng's personality was bold and generous, making him someone worth getting along with.

  "This guy actually won? Well, that's good, maybe next time I'll get to meet him." Zheng Yi was taken aback, then coldly laughed.

  "The second match, No. 13 Chen Yue Ming, No. 36 Zhou Huai Sha take the stage." Li Chen Feng continued to announce the list of disciples without stopping.

  Xia Chen returned to the gathering place and sat down, no longer closing his eyes to rest, but instead watching seriously.

  Chen Yueming and Zhou Huisha were both disciples of the Sixth Heaven, with similar strength, and as soon as they took to the stage, they began a fierce battle, exciting the disciples in the stands.

  The two fought fiercely, Chen Yue Ming changed his move and made a mistake, was forced out of the field by Zhou Huai Sha, had to admit defeat.

  Next, there were more than a dozen matches in a row, although they were very exciting, but they were all between the six junior disciples of the Post-Heaven and none of the seven senior disciples of the Post-Heaven appeared on stage.

  The number of candidates is limited, and the Six Heavens Sect has the most disciples. Their cultivation is also at the bottom, so they must be fully selected and eliminated before the higher-cultivation disciples can take the stage. Otherwise, it would be pointless to let the Six Heavens Sect disciples directly confront the Nine Heavens Sect.

  As the competition progressed, more and more people lost the match. Once they lost, they were eliminated and could no longer participate in the Beast Garden training. Therefore, all six disciples of Qi Tian made every effort to fight bravely, and everyone was competing fiercely, which was extremely intense.

  Xia Chen also appeared twice, naturally both were victories. He won extremely cleverly, either by taking advantage of his opponent's weaknesses or by finding loopholes, and only obtained victory after a fierce battle.

  The two disciples who lost to him were puffed up with anger and felt that they had lost miserably.