Who Was That Young Man?

Outside the arena, the spectators watching the match on Ring 13 were stunned when Kane voluntarily stepped down from the ring. "Kane of the Maple Leaf Style actually lost. It looks like we need to keep an eye on that contestant named Mu Yang."

The match had not lasted long, but that only highlighted the gap between them.

Mu Yang had dominated Kane from start to finish. In the few chances Kane had to strike back, he had gained no advantage from Mu Yang at all. The gap seemed rather large. Mu Yang's impressive performance also made the audience and the other contestants remember his name.

His strength could not be underestimated.

Those familiar with Kane were even more shocked when they heard the news. "Kane was eliminated so quickly..." They had thought he could at least last through several matches, but he had lost right at the start.

The contestants who had witnessed the match all cast grave looks at Mu Yang, adding another name to the list of opponents they needed to watch out for.

"Senior Brother Kane, what a shame!" A disciple came over and noticed that Kane's face was somewhat pale. "Senior Brother, are you all right?"

Kane waved his hand. "I'm fine. I'll be all right after resting for a while. That punch really didn't feel good."

"Ah, was that person really that powerful?"

His junior brother was both astonished and regretful for Kane. Among the many disciples of the Maple Leaf Style, Kane was unquestionably outstanding. If even he could not take a single punch from that opponent, could that person be stronger than the disciples of the Maple Leaf Style?

"Don't underestimate him. His true strength is probably even greater than we imagined!"

Kane spoke with a serious expression. Only someone who had truly exchanged blows with Mu Yang could understand his strength. During that fight, his opponent had definitely not used his strongest methods. "This year's World's Number One Martial Arts Tournament might produce a dark horse. Tianxin Style... why have I never heard of it before?"

At the same time, he felt deeply stifled and annoyed at his own bad luck. But no matter what, faced with such an absolute difference in strength, he accepted his loss wholeheartedly.

Meanwhile, after finishing his match, Mu Yang returned to the rest area and fought several more matches in succession. The results were obvious—Mu Yang won every one of them.

This made the other contestants in his division feel an even greater sense of threat, and they all began taking him seriously.

Bang! He launched an attack as swift and fierce as lightning, sending his opponent flying out of the arena.

In another match, Mu Yang defeated an elite disciple from a martial arts dojo, then coolly returned beneath the ring.

"Uncle Xis, I roughly understand the level of this martial arts tournament now."

Xis's face was slightly flushed, and he was deeply astonished as well. "Well done! You actually defeated elite disciples from those major schools one after another. Keep it up and strive for even better results."

Xis had thought highly of Mu Yang from the beginning and believed he had a chance to reach the top eight. But reaching the top eight had merely been a hope—or rather, a goal. Whether he could truly achieve it had never been certain. Yet judging by Mu Yang's current performance, a place in the top eight was practically secured.

Having gotten an inch, he now wanted a mile. He was beginning to hope that Mu Yang could achieve even better results. Hehe, if he could win the championship, it would definitely shock the entire martial arts world.

Ah, I'm getting ahead of myself. There's no sign of that happening yet, but I just can't help thinking about it.

If Senior Brother Aisafu learned of Mu Yang's performance in the tournament, he would definitely be delighted.

Mu Yang smiled at Xis, utterly certain that as long as the older generation of martial artists did not compete, there were probably few among the rising generation who could stand against him.

The tournament was in full swing. In the second-floor stands of the Martial Arts Hall, a female elder of the Qianhe Style spoke. "The number of participants in this year's tournament is about the same as in previous years, but quite a few outstanding talents have emerged."

"Hahaha, Elder Nali, I heard that a promising talent has appeared among the younger generation of your Qianhe Style." The head of the Maple Leaf Style smiled, then pointed toward one of the fighting rings. "That little girl on Ring 2, right...?"

Elder Nali smiled and said pleasantly, "Lis is indeed a fine prospect, but I think your Maple Leaf Style's Arlo is also quite impressive."

A gift of peaches deserved a return of plums, and they put on a real-life display of mutual flattery. The Maple Leaf Style's head was greatly pleased by her words and nodded appreciatively. Then he turned to look at Master Xiulin of Dolin Temple, only to find him sitting upright with his eyes half-closed, resting calmly.

"Master Xiulin is certainly broad-minded," the Maple Leaf Style's head said with a light laugh.

"That is because the master is confident of victory," Elder Nali said.

Just then, waves of startled cries came from the other side of the martial arts grounds. Several seniors looked over and saw a young man in a white martial arts uniform relentlessly attacking a monk on a stone-paved ring. That monk was an elite disciple of Dolin Temple.

Master Xiulin opened his eyes then, and the calm indifference he had displayed earlier was gone from his face.

"Who is that young man in white? He is actually suppressing Wuting so completely."

The accompanying staff member panicked and hurriedly flipped through the roster before finding the corresponding number. "That person is named Mu Yang. He comes from a school called the Tianxin Style..."

"Tianxin Style... it sounds familiar somehow..." Master Xiulin's brows furrowed, and his gray-white beard trembled, but he could not recall where he had heard of it.

Elder Nali spoke from beside him. "This Tianxin Style seems to be an extremely ancient school, though it has never been particularly well-known."

"So he comes from an ancient school. As expected, this world is full of hidden talents. Wuting has finally met a worthy opponent this time."

Master Xiulin lowered his head, seemingly lost in thought, before suddenly smiling.

No matter how obscure an ancient school might be, if it had endured for such a long time, it must possess something exceptional. It seemed Wuting had not come here for nothing!

Master Xiulin had always taken the outcome of matches lightly. Winning or losing was not important. Dolin Temple no longer needed such superficial fame to adorn itself. He only hoped that this competition would give his disciple a chance to grow.

Finding opponents was easy, but finding good opponents was not. The others understood Master Xiulin's thoughts and nodded one after another.

"Eh? My disciple Kane was defeated by that person too." As the head of the Maple Leaf Style reviewed the tournament chart so far, he was surprised to discover that Mu Yang had also beaten Kane.

Although Kane was not the Maple Leaf Style's top seed, he was still a disciple the head of the Maple Leaf Style greatly admired. He had thought Kane's opponent would be Wuting from the same division, but Kane had already been eliminated!

"It seems we should pay attention to that young man named Mu Yang."

The several seniors began to take notice, teasing one another as they spoke.

Only when young martial artists constantly emerged would the martial arts world continue to prosper. Naturally, these seniors were more than happy to see it happen.