Arena

As a disciple of the True Martial Immortal Sect, Chen Ye naturally had a deep understanding of other Sacred Ground.

In his memory.

The disciples of Mount Shu mostly use swords.

Seeing Chen Ye's slight surprise, Chen Changqing smiled faintly and said:

"Chen Ye, who says that Cultivators who wield swords cannot possess powerful physical bodies?"

While saying this, Chen Changqing was slightly surprised.

Before he had even exchanged blows with Chen Ye, the other party had already discerned that his physical body was extraordinary, which showed that this person was no ordinary individual.

"As expected of Body Cultivator, he can tell the strength of his opponent's physique at a glance."

Chen Changqing muttered to himself.

Because of the Primordial Nine-Turn Body Refining Technique, his physical strength is now comparable to that of Low-Grade Spirit Treasure.

It is much stronger than ordinary Body Cultivators.

Upon hearing what Chen Changqing said, Chen Ye smiled slightly and didn't say anything more.

"Call out!"

The next moment, Chen Ye stepped forward and transformed into a streak of light, rushing towards Chen Changqing.

Upon seeing this, Chen Changqing acted swiftly, immediately charging forward to meet the attack.

In the blink of an eye, two figures crossed paths on the arena like lightning.

"Boom!"

As the Chen Ye settled, a sudden punch slammed down towards Chen Changqing, the force of the punch carrying a whistling sound that shook mountains and trembled valleys.

Chen Changqing countered Chen Ye's attack with the Thunder Fist, and the air rippled with visible waves wherever the fist passed.

"Bang bang..."

And so, Chen Changqing and Chen Ye fought each other on the arena, their blows landing squarely, relying solely on their physical strength.

At the same time, Arena 777 also attracted more attention.

Firstly, both of the combatants were Cultivator.

Secondly, both Chen Changqing and Chen Ye maintained winning streaks.

Chen Changqing has won nine consecutive battles. If he defeats Chen Ye, he will achieve a perfect record of ten wins on the first day.

As for Chen Ye, he has won eight consecutive games. If he defeats Chen Changqing and wins another game, he can achieve a tenth consecutive victory.

"I wonder who will win in this dogfight between these outsider Cultivators?"

"Chen Ye! This boy's strength is terrifying!"

"Li Feiyu is no pushover either; all of his previous opponents were instantly killed by a single punch."

"That's because he hasn't met a formidable opponent yet. Fighting Chen Ye wouldn't be so easy."

"If Li Feiyu wins, it will be a ten-game winning streak!"

"..."

The spectators were abuzz with discussion.

Meanwhile, Chen Changqing's battle with Chen Ye also attracted the attention of the higher-ups at the Slaughter Arena.

At this moment, in a room at the highest point of the spectator stands, a woman was watching Chen Changqing and Chen Ye fighting on the arena.

The woman's beauty was almost bewitching.

She had a pair of long, narrow, light purple eyes that were naturally alluring.

Beneath the brocade robe, her voluptuous figure, like a ripe peach, exuded a subtle allure.

As she watched, the woman's lips curled slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.

"Interesting!"

"Unexpectedly, it's another outsider Cultivator."

"The last time a foreign Cultivator was able to maintain a winning streak on the Slaughter Arena was a hundred years ago!"

The woman murmured to herself, involuntarily recalling the foreign Cultivator from a hundred years ago.

That person was named Jian Zhenzi, and he was a legendary figure in this City of Slaughter.

He achieved consecutive victories on the August Rank Challenge Arena.

Finally, they achieved a terrifying winning streak of 1,000!

Furthermore, this Jian Zhenzi, with his cultivation level of August Rank, severely injured the Zhao Family's ancestor, who was supposedly at the Ten-Moon Rank.

Such a challenge beyond one's level can no longer be described as defying the heavens.

In the Blood Moon World, it is ostensibly the Four Great Families —Zhao, Qian, Sun, and Li—who are in charge.

But in reality, there are still many hidden forces at play.

Just like the City of Slaughter, it is an existence no weaker than the Four Great Families.

It should be noted that the patriarch of the City of Slaughter possesses the strength to challenge for the Eleven-Moon Rank.

After observing for a while, the alluring woman came to her senses and gave an order to her subordinates:

"Go, bring me that person's information!"

"Yes."

Upon hearing this, his subordinates immediately bowed and acknowledged the order, then departed.

The woman's gaze was fixed on Chen Changqing and Chen Ye, who were locked in combat on the stage, and she whispered:

"I wonder which of these two outsider Cultivators will be able to continue their winning streak?"

How far can the victor ultimately go in the Challenge Arena?

"However, no matter how dazzling he is, I'm afraid he can't surpass Jian Zhenzi!"

At this moment, on the Challenge Arena No. 777, Chen Changqing and Chen Ye were still exchanging blows with their fists.

"Boom!"

"Bang!"

The Fist Force rippled through the air, and the protective barrier around them trembled violently.

In a short period of time, the two had already exchanged blows no less than a hundred times.

The many people from the Blood Moon World who were watching the battle were all shocked by what they saw.

"This is too barbaric!"

"It's pure physical combat, every punch landing with a thud!"

"Li Feiyu won't have it as easy against Chen Ye as before; the outcome is unpredictable!"

"Go, Chen Ye! Defeat Li Feiyu!"

"That's right, if Chen Ye wins, Li Feiyu won't be able to achieve a ten-game winning streak."

"..."

Soon, all the Cultivators from the Blood Moon World present supported Chen Ye.

This is because Chen Changqing has already achieved nine consecutive victories, and if he defeats Chen Ye as well, it will be ten consecutive victories!

While Chen Ye was also on a winning streak, he had one less game than Chen Changqing.

There's still a chance to break their winning streak!

Know-It-All stared intently at the two men still exchanging blows on the ring, his hands clenched tightly, looking somewhat nervous.

He naturally hoped that Chen Changqing would win.

After all, he had staked his entire fortune on Chen Changqing.

If Chen Changqing loses, he'll lose everything.

"Senior Li, you absolutely must win!"

"If we can defeat Chen Ye, that will be a ten-game winning streak."

"The reward will be doubled then, and we'll be rich!"

The Know-It-All prayed silently, not daring to blink.

At this moment, on the arena, Chen Changqing and Chen Ye continued their exchange of blows.

"Bang!"

Another punch landed, the terrifying sound of the fist exploding deafeningly.

The next moment, Chen Changqing and Chen Ye were seen being thrown back several steps by the force of the recoil.

"Ha ha!"

After regaining his balance, Chen Ye burst into loud laughter:

"Great! That was really fun!"

As he spoke, Chen Ye looked at Chen Changqing with an approving expression.

Brother Li!

"You're quite the surprise!"

"The disciples of Mount Shu possess such powerful physical bodies; it's truly admirable!"

"Since I entered the martial arts world, you are the first opponent I've faced with such seriousness."

Chen Ye looked directly at Chen Changqing and spoke, as if they shared a mutual appreciation.

Since leaving the True Martial Immortal Sect, he has encountered many opponents with exceptional talent.

But he had never met anyone like Chen Changqing who could match him physically.

The key point is that Chen Changqing is still a disciple of Mount Shu, and his specialty is not Body Refining.

Upon hearing what Chen Ye said, Chen Changqing smiled faintly and said, "Brother Chen, you flatter me. I suppose you were just testing me during our exchange just now?"