Sect's Newcomer Tournament (2)

The fourth round began that afternoon. Ye Xiaofeng drew number 3. His luck could not stay that good forever, and he shook his head helplessly.

"What, are you looking for me?" The guy who had kept calling for Ye Xiaofeng to be disqualified earlier had drawn number 13. He smugly showed his number to Ye Xiaofeng.

"Even if you get a bye, there's still no place for you in the top three. What are you so proud of?" Ye Xiaofeng's words were practically a slap across his face.

"Talk after you win this match," Number 13 shot back.

"Next match: Number 3 versus Number 4!" Hall Master Lei shouted.

Ye Xiaofeng walked straight onto the arena, but Number 4 was nowhere to be seen.

"If Number 4 doesn't get on the stage, he'll be expelled from the sect!" Hall Master Lei said angrily. Someone like that would have no will to fight if enemies attacked.

"I am Liu Yuan. Senior Brother Ye, please show mercy!" Liu Yuan had originally thought he could still win a match, but when he saw that his opponent was Ye Xiaofeng and recalled Wang Hao's miserable state, all fighting spirit instantly vanished.

"No problem. Don't worry, I'll definitely go easy on you. Take this!" Seeing Liu Yuan surrender before fighting, Ye Xiaofeng did not want to go too far.

"Second Soul Skill—Sweep the Thousand Armies!"

"I concede!"

Before Ye Xiaofeng could even attack, Liu Yuan hurriedly conceded. The people below looked at Liu Yuan with contempt. Defeated without even fighting—what a coward.

"Hall Master, Liu Yuan conceded without fighting and has disgraced the purpose of the tournament. Please expel Liu Yuan from the sect!" Number 13 jumped out to stir up trouble again.

"Hey, the Hall Master hasn't said anything. What are you yelling for? Are you ordering the Hall Master around?" Ye Xiaofeng finally could not stand this idiot anymore and immediately used the Hall Master to shut him down.

"Hall Master, this disciple would not dare."

"Enough, stop arguing. Liu Yuan knew he was no match for his opponent and chose to concede. He has not violated any tournament rules." Hall Master Lei could not be bothered to listen to them argue.

"The tournament will continue," Hall Master Lei announced.

After another round of matches, only seven people remained.

"The Sect Master has arrived!" Just as Hall Master Lei was about to begin the next round, someone suddenly shouted. Ning Fengzhi slowly approached, followed by Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Bone Douluo.

"Greetings, Sect Master." Hall Master Lei hurried over to receive him.

"Greetings, Sect Master!" Everyone quickly dropped to one knee in greeting.

"No need for formalities. Continue the tournament." Ning Fengzhi had come to watch because the finals were approaching. After all, the sect needed fresh blood, and this concerned its future.

Ning Fengzhi and the two elders sat on the viewing platform, watching the disciples below.

Ye Xiaofeng looked at Sect Master Ning. His face was as fair as jade, his nose straight, his mouth square, and his features elegant and gentle. Dressed in a spotless white robe, he looked to be in his forties. His gaze was mild, and no matter how one looked at him, he seemed like an ordinary man. His smooth black hair draped down his back. Everything about him seemed so casual, without the slightest affectation.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin, meanwhile, appeared to be an old man. He wore a spotless snow-white robe, with white hair and beard. His long silver hair was neatly combed behind his back. His features were ancient and plain, yet his face was as tender as a baby's. His expression was indifferent, and his eyes seemed unable to see anything around him. He merely stood there quietly, as though fused with his surroundings.

Bone Douluo's clothes seemed to be held up entirely by his skeletal frame. His muscles and skin were shriveled, and his eye sockets deeply sunken.

The two elders sat to either side of Sect Master Ning, forming a stark contrast.

"Lei Yue, have all seven of them go onto the arena together. Whoever remains standing on the arena in the end will be the champion." Bone Douluo spoke indifferently from the viewing platform, his gaze fixed on Ye Xiaofeng.

Being watched by a Super Douluo made Ye Xiaofeng uncomfortable all over. He had no idea how he had offended him, but he had never even met Bone Douluo before. He could not have offended him.

"Sect Master, this..." Hall Master Lei did not know what to do. The decision still rested with Ning Fengzhi.

"Do as Bone Uncle says. As for the rules, there are no rules." Ning Fengzhi said with a faint smile.

"Do you all understand? If you want to concede, it's not too late." Lei Yue spoke sternly. With no rules, people could easily die.

"Understood." The remaining seven showed no signs of backing down and all stepped onto the arena. Number 13 from before gave Ye Xiaofeng a malicious look.

"The match officially begins!" Hall Master Lei announced.

"Everyone, I'm sure you've all seen Ye Xiaofeng's combat strength. So I suggest we first knock him off the arena, then the six of us can fight among ourselves. What do you think?" Number 13 immediately turned everyone's attention toward Ye Xiaofeng.

"That sounds like a good suggestion," said an effeminate man.

"I agree."

"I agree too."

"Ye Xiaofeng, blame yourself for not knowing how to keep a low profile. Today, I, Chang Sheng, will teach you a lesson: the tallest tree in the forest is always the first to be blown down by the wind." Number 13 said angrily.

"What, trash? You want to join forces against me too?" Ye Xiaofeng sneered coldly at them.

"Good that you know. Soon, I'll beat you until you're lower than trash." Chang Sheng did not mind Ye Xiaofeng's words. He wanted to join forces against Ye Xiaofeng and wash away his earlier humiliation.

"Oh, right. I wasn't just talking about you. In my eyes, the rest of you aren't much different from trash either." Ye Xiaofeng's words immediately enraged everyone.

"Ye Xiaofeng, I originally felt a little guilty about joining forces against you. I never expected you to be this arrogant and conceited. Today, I, Han Lei, will teach you how to behave!" Han Lei was furious as well.

"You talk too much. Sweep the Thousand Armies!" Ye Xiaofeng attacked directly.

"Uncle Sword, this is the one you told me about. Although this little fellow is somewhat arrogant, he truly has the right to be arrogant!" Ning Fengzhi looked at Ye Xiaofeng below.

"Sect Master, this fellow is indeed worth cultivating. Why not hand him over to me? I will certainly train him well." Bone Douluo turned his head and answered first, placing particular emphasis on the words "train him well."

"Bone Uncle, his martial soul is the same as Uncle Sword's. They are both the Seven Kill Sword." Sect Master Ning was puzzled. Why was Bone Uncle acting so strangely today?

"Sect Master, I heard that Black Fool got tricked out of fifty million," Sword Douluo said at that moment, deliberately bringing up the one thing Bone Douluo did not want mentioned.

"No, don't listen to his nonsense!" Bone Douluo could not keep his composure. If the Sect Master learned that Ye Xiaofeng, that little bastard, had swindled him out of fifty million, how could he ever show his face again?

Ning Fengzhi ignored the two of them and continued watching the match.

"Attack him together!" After exchanging blows, they had all suffered some injuries, while Ye Xiaofeng was completely unscathed. It was as though his Soul Power would never run out. Chang Sheng once again united the other five against him.

"Great Vajra Palm!"

"Netherworld Sword Qi!"

"Gale Blade!"

"Black Tortoise Shield!"

"Fire Dragon Burning Heaven!"

"Spear of Vengeance!"

The six attacked Ye Xiaofeng simultaneously.

"Green Lotus Bodyguard, Sweep the Thousand Armies!" Ye Xiaofeng rapidly used his first Soul Skill to block them. The instant his protective barrier shattered, he counterattacked with his second Soul Skill.

Ye Xiaofeng bypassed the others and charged at Chang Sheng in the rear. He had put up with him for long enough. This time, he drove his sword straight into Chang Sheng's left chest, then kicked him off the arena.

"This kid is decisive and ruthless. It suits his age." Seeing the barely alive Chang Sheng, Bone Douluo could not help admiring Ye Xiaofeng's methods.

"Bone Uncle, this is how the world should be. If you do not want to be bullied, you must be stronger than everyone else." Ning Fengzhi was not particularly surprised by Ye Xiaofeng's actions.

"Still, this kid is somewhat unusual. Judging from that battle, his first and second soul rings have ages comparable to everyone else's fourth soul rings." Sword Douluo's words struck straight at the heart of the matter.

"The match will be over soon. Won't we know if we call him over and ask?" Bone Douluo was curious too. They were clearly hundred-year soul rings, yet they could compare to thousand-year ones.

"Everyone has their own secrets. As long as he can serve the sect, why ask? I believe the sect will become even stronger in the future." Ning Fengzhi looked at Ye Xiaofeng. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's achievements today depended not only on himself, but also on Uncle Sword and Uncle Bone.

Uncle Sword was now level 96, while Uncle Bone was level 95. With his support, they could reach levels 98 and 97 respectively.

When he grew old, Uncle Sword and Uncle Bone would grow old as well. Ning Rongrong would need a powerful person to support her, so Ning Fengzhi had thought of cultivating Ye Xiaofeng.

"Only five of you are left. You had your fill of showing off just now. Now it's my turn." Ye Xiaofeng said coldly.

"Fourth Soul Skill—Momentary Trace!"

"Third Soul Skill—One Sword Throat Seal!"

Ye Xiaofeng first used his fourth Soul Skill to restrain them, then attacked with his third Soul Skill.

"Fifth Soul Skill—Black Tortoise Bodyguard!"

"Fourth Soul Skill—Netherworld Clone!"

"Fourth Soul Skill—Gale Phantom!"

The others tried to defend themselves, but it was already too late. Three of them blocked Ye Xiaofeng's attack, while the other two were knocked off the arena.

"I concede." After using a ten-thousand-year Soul Skill to resist, his Soul Power had been exhausted. He no longer had any combat strength and withdrew from the tournament.

"Only the three of us remain. Use whatever trump cards you have quickly, or you won't get another chance."

"Then let's do as you say. Lin Fei, let's join forces and take him down. We split the reward equally, how about it?" Han Lei looked at Lin Fei.

"Exactly what I had in mind. Fifth Soul Skill—Black Fire Purgatory!" Lin Fei immediately used his ten-thousand-year Soul Skill.

"Fifth Soul Skill—Gale Blade!" Han Lei unleashed his fifth Soul Skill as well.

"Let's see how this kid blocks two ten-thousand-year Soul Skills." Bone Douluo said with a smile. He wanted to see Ye Xiaofeng concede; only then would he feel satisfied. After all, Ye Xiaofeng had swindled his money.

Ye Xiaofeng hurriedly used his fourth and first Soul Skills to defend himself. No matter how strong he was, he could not use thousand-year Soul Skills to block two ten-thousand-year Soul Skills.

He was instantly blasted back to the edge of the arena. Half-kneeling on the ground, blood slowly flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Ye Xiaofeng, concede. You are indeed strong, but you cannot withstand two people attacking together." Han Lei felt some admiration for Ye Xiaofeng. To have held on until now against the attacks of six people was something neither he nor Lin Fei could have done.

"Heh heh heh, I finally forced out your ten-thousand-year Soul Skills." Ye Xiaofeng slowly rose, supporting himself with the Seven Kill Sword.

"Could this kid still have something up his sleeve? Haven't all his Soul Skills been used already?" Lin Fei asked Han Lei nervously.

"I don't know." Han Lei knew Ye Xiaofeng was only a Soul Ancestor. It was impossible for him to have a ten-thousand-year Soul Skill.

"Take this. Soul Skill—Man-Sword Unity!" Ye Xiaofeng's gaze changed instantly, and his entire body merged into the Seven Kill Sword. At that moment, he was the Seven Kill Sword. All of his Soul Power poured into it.

"Defend yourselves!" Han Lei and Lin Fei had exhausted their Soul Power. They could not even use thousand-year Soul Skills now, much less ten-thousand-year ones.

"Not bad. But if that sword strikes, those two kids will be killed or severely injured." Sword Douluo was fairly satisfied with Ye Xiaofeng's Self-Created Soul Skill. Though it still had many flaws, it was remarkable for someone his age to have comprehended a Self-Created Soul Skill.

"Seven Treasures turn to glass: first, strength; second, soul!" Han Lei and Lin Fei were suddenly filled with Soul Power and hurriedly used thousand-year Soul Skills to defend themselves.

"Rongrong, why are you here?" Ning Fengzhi was somewhat surprised to see his daughter run over. What had brought her here?

"Dad, you didn't invite me to such an exciting match. And Grandpa Sword and Grandpa Bone, you don't love Rongrong anymore either." Ning Rongrong looked at the three of them reproachfully.

"Rongrong, come here, to Grandpa Bone's side. I have good news for you." Bone Douluo immediately called Ning Rongrong over and gave Sword Douluo an evil grin.