It's Him? [First Update]

Ye Xiwen's speed was incredibly fast, his movements exceptionally unrestrained and graceful, truly like an immortal striding forward. In a leisurely stroll, he had already completely surpassed the third and fourth groups where the Houtian Eighth Stage martial artists were.

His speed continued to increase, leaving everyone else in the dust. Before long, he spotted the second group, comprised of the Houtian Ninth Stage martial artists.

As those in the second group were frantically trying to catch up to the eleven people in the first group, they suddenly heard urgent footsteps from behind. Turning their heads, they saw Ye Xiwen rapidly closing in on them with astonishing speed.

In the blink of an eye, Ye Xiwen's figure weaved through these individuals like lightning, leaving everyone stunned.

These people were undoubtedly the cream of the crop, and their movement techniques were not inferior. Among them were even those who had cultivated intermediate movement techniques to the minor accomplishment stage. However, in the face of Ye Xiwen's lightning-fast speed, they were completely outmatched and no match for him.

Without any discernible action from them, Ye Xiwen overtook them. After successfully surpassing the second group, Ye Xiwen began to pursue the first group, maintaining a steady pace and keeping his rhythm under control.

Although it was clear this was a test of movement techniques, there were no points involved, so what was the rush!

At this point, Ye Xiwen had already reached the middle of the mountain slope, which was completely enveloped in clouds and mist. Even with Ye Xiwen's keen eyesight, he couldn't see more than ten meters ahead. One wrong step and he would fall, a fall that would result in nothing but a shattered body, even for a Houtian Ninth Stage expert.

Most people would slow down here, but Ye Xiwen was unfazed. The Heavenly Immortal Steps, while incredibly fast for covering distances, like an immortal wandering from the east in the morning to the west in the evening, were even more adept at small-scale evasive maneuvers. Having cultivated the Heavenly Immortal Steps to the great accomplishment stage, Ye Xiwen was absolutely certain he wouldn't fall.

With a few leaps, Ye Xiwen left the mountain turns behind him, plunging directly out of the misty mountain slope area.

At this moment, the backs of the first group were faintly visible. Trailing at the very end was Zhang Yuntian, who had challenged Ye Xiwen earlier.

Following him were Qian Wanru of the Yi Yuan Sect, Wu Hao, Zhang Wenxiao, Zhang Ziqiu, and Zhang Guoqi. These individuals were almost neck and neck, with no clear leader among them. Zhang Yuntian, however, lagged behind by several body lengths, his movements somewhat uncoordinated. It was evident that his previous match with Ye Xiwen had significantly affected him.

Zhang Yuntian heard the footsteps behind him and looked back in surprise, his expression turning to shock: "It's you, Ye Xiwen!"

He had been keeping an eye on Ye Xiwen, but after the start, he noticed Ye Xiwen was dawdling for some reason, quickly falling far behind and disappearing from sight. He had dismissed it, not knowing the reason but believing it was impossible for Ye Xiwen to catch up. After all, everyone participating was exceptional, especially these top disciples, each possessing one or two ultimate techniques. To catch up after falling so far behind would require everyone ahead to perish.

But he never expected to actually see Ye Xiwen catching up.

'How is this possible? How can his movement technique be so powerful!' As Ye Xiwen drew closer, Zhang Yuntian's heart was filled with immense shock and turmoil. The impression Ye Xiwen left on him was his saber techniques – Ye Xiwen's saber techniques were truly terrifying, ruthless, decisive, and dazzling. Among the young martial artists who wielded sabers that he knew, none could compare to Ye Xiwen.

But he never imagined Ye Xiwen's movement technique would be so formidable. He knew his own abilities well; his movement technique was a mid-level one he had cultivated to the great accomplishment stage. Even disciples at the Houtian Ninth Stage Peak might not be better than him, only able to widen the gap by relying on their superior cultivation.

But what was Ye Xiwen's speed? He was actually catching up, meaning Ye Xiwen's movement technique was definitely superior to his, perhaps even a high-level one. And Ye Xiwen had cultivated it to an extremely profound realm, otherwise, he wouldn't be able to unleash such power.

In his moment of daze, Ye Xiwen had caught up to him. Before long, he had surpassed this group and was rapidly pursuing the frontrunners of the first group.

By now, they were nearing the mountain summit. Ye Xiwen could already see the figures of the strongest disciples. Leading the pack was Ye Xiwen's elder brother, Ye Feng.

Ye Feng was in the lead, his feet seemingly propelled by the wind, displaying an exceptional movement technique. Close behind him were two disciples from the Zhang family, Zhang Jingxin and Zhang Wu. Then came another disciple from the Yi Yuan Sect, Zhang Yang, and finally, another Zhang family disciple, Zhang Yuelian.

Ye Feng surged forward and was the first among the disciples to reach the mountain summit.

Four elders stood at the summit, awaiting the arrival of the disciples. Their faces showed no indication of who had won the previous competition among the four.

Seeing Ye Feng arrive first, the stout and thin elders smiled, clearly quite pleased. In contrast, the expressions of the two Zhang family elders darkened slightly.

Following Ye Feng, the second person to arrive was Zhang Jingxin of the Zhang family, only half a body length behind Ye Feng, the difference being negligible. Zhang Wu then also reached the summit, trailing Zhang Jingxin by half a body length.

Shortly after, Zhang Yang of the Yi Yuan Sect also arrived at the summit. Among the top disciples of the first group, only Zhang Yuelian had not yet arrived. Zhang Yuelian was only a few body lengths away and was about to break through.

Suddenly, a figure like a bolt of lightning instantly overtook Zhang Yuelian, stepping onto the summit first.

"It's actually you!"

"Third brother, it's you, that's great!"

That person was Ye Xiwen, causing many to exclaim in surprise. It wasn't that they hadn't noticed Ye Xiwen; they had been paying close attention to him. From Zhang Yuntian, they knew Ye Xiwen was a formidable opponent. Ye Xiwen had fallen too far behind earlier, dawdling for a while before starting to run. They never expected him to be the fifth to arrive.

Especially the Zhang family disciples, their expressions were somewhat grim. They thought that if Ye Xiwen hadn't dawdled at the beginning, there would have been no room for them to shine. It was likely that the top two spots would have been taken by their Yi Yuan Sect.

However, no one dwelled on this for long. They all began to meditate to recover their Zhenqi, as their Zhenqi had been nearly depleted from the sprint up the mountain.

Keep up the effort, everyone! A week has passed, and not only have I failed to improve, but I've even dropped a rank. It's frustrating. This week, Xiaochen will continue to give his all, and you all need to do the same!