Ye Chen, Geng Metal Sword Bone

clang.

The gong sounded, and the melee began.

In an instant, Spiritual Qi surged across the ten arenas, with Law Technique, sword light, and fist shadows intertwining.

Qi Refining Stage disciples mostly use basic Law Technique and Swordsmanship, Foundation Establishment Realm disciples have more methods, using Law Artifact and talismans.

The disciples in the stands watched with great interest, occasionally cheering and expressing their regret.

On the main viewing platform, Li Yunjing and the elders watched and commented on the performance.

"That disciple in blue has good Swordsmanship and a solid foundation."

"What a pity, fire Law Technique is powerful, but it has too many weaknesses."

There are quite a few promising talents among the Outer Disciple.

Li Yunjing's gaze quickly fell on the gray-clad youth on the number seven arena.

It was Ye Chen.

He stood calmly in the corner of the arena, holding an ordinary iron sword.

Seeing that he was dressed plainly and his aura was only at the Qi Refining Ninth Layer, the surrounding disciples decided to target him first and attacked him all at once.

"Kid, I'll eliminate you first!"

A burly man at the Qi Refining Eighth Layer unleashed a punch, the force of which carried an earthy-yellow spiritual light.

Ye Chen's eyes turned slightly cold. He remained still and twisted his wrist.

laugh.

A sharp, golden Sword Qi aura shot out from the sky, as fast as lightning.

Before the burly man could even react, he felt a sharp pain in his chest, his protective aura shattered instantly, and he was sent flying backward, crashing off the stage.

One sword strike, instant kill.

The people around were all taken aback, never expecting this seemingly ordinary boy to be so powerful.

"Let's attack together!"

The three exchanged a glance and attacked simultaneously, with Law Technique and sword light coming from three directions.

Ye Chen lightly touched the ground with his feet, his figure flashing like a ghost, his iron sword flashing repeatedly.

Three golden Sword Qi shot out one after another, striking the three people's protective spiritual light with perfect accuracy.

Bang bang bang!

With three muffled thuds, the three men were simultaneously sent flying backward, crashing off the stage.

In the blink of an eye, four people were eliminated.

Everyone else on the stage was stunned and quickly moved away from the corner where Ye Chen was, not daring to approach.

"Such sharp Sword Qi! Who is that?"

"It seems to be Ye Chen from the outer sect. I heard he's risen to prominence recently and is incredibly powerful."

"With this kind of combat power at the Qi Refining Ninth Layer, he probably has the strength of the Foundation Establishment Realm, right?"

There was a lot of discussion in the stands.

On the main viewing platform, Mo Xuan laughed and said, "Sect Leader, is this the Ye Chen you mentioned? The Geng Metal Sword Bone is indeed worthy of its reputation; his Sword Qi is fierce and difficult to defeat among those of the same level."

"His foundation is decent, but he lacks practical experience," Li Yunjing commented casually. "However, his potential is good."

The preliminary rounds proceeded quickly; by the end of the day, all ten preliminary rounds had concluded, and the list of one hundred disciples who advanced to the semi-finals was released.

Ye Chen advanced as the top seed in his group without any doubt.

Besides him, several other promising players also advanced smoothly: Wang Hu, a body cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Early Stage, possessed immense strength and was highly skilled in external martial arts.

Zhao Feng, Foundation Establishment Late Stage cultivator and inner sect genius, practices water-based Cultivation Method, making him unparalleled in defense.

There's also Su Qingyuan, who's in the Foundation Establishment Middle Stage. She's skilled in Wood Element Law Technique, which is both offensive and defensive, and can also heal herself, allowing her to advance steadily and surely.

The next day, the preliminary rounds of the Mortal Realm competition began.

One hundred people are divided into five groups of twenty people each, and they will compete in a round-robin tournament. One point is awarded for each win and zero points for each loss. The top four from each group will advance to the final.

The semi-finals were far more intense than the preliminary rounds; those who advanced were all formidable opponents.

Ye Chen's group, the third group, was full of strong competitors, and Wang Hu was in this group as well.

Their encounter attracted considerable attention.

"Wang Hu is a body cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Early Stage, with a powerful physique. Although Ye Chen's Sword Qi is sharp, it may not be able to break through his defenses."

"I doubt it. Body cultivators are the best counter to sword cultivators."

On the ring, Wang Hu was tall and shirtless, with bulging muscles and skin that shone with a faint earthy yellow hue.

He looked at Ye Chen opposite him and said in a deep voice, "Junior Brother Ye, your Sword Qi is powerful, but it can't break through my defense. Just admit defeat to avoid getting hurt."

Ye Chen's expression remained calm, but his grip on his sword tightened slightly. "We'll only know after we fight."

clang.

As soon as the gong sounded, Wang Hu launched the first attack.

With a single step, the arena trembled slightly, and he charged forward like a tank, his fists whistling through the air as he aimed straight for Ye Chen's face.

It wasn't fast, but it was incredibly powerful; the air seemed to be compressed by the fist.

Ye Chen swayed and dodged to the side, while simultaneously flipping his wrist, sending a golden Sword Qi slashing at Wang Hu's shoulder.

"Bite!"

Like the clang of metal on metal, sparks flew. Wang Hu was left with only a white mark on his shoulder, not even breaking the skin.

"Haha! I told you, it's no use!" Wang Hu laughed, then turned and threw another punch.

Ye Chen remained calm and composed, using his agile Movement Method to constantly move around, unleashing a series of Sword Qi strikes at Wang Hu.

The clanging and banging sounds continued, and more and more white marks appeared on Wang Hu's body, yet he was still unable to break through the defenses.

"As expected, we couldn't break through their defenses." Someone in the stands lamented.

Wang Hu grew increasingly smug, and his attacks became more and more ferocious.

Just then, Ye Chen suddenly stopped and ceased dodging.

He gripped the sword with both hands, and his Spiritual Qi surged wildly into the iron sword, causing the blade to emit a dazzling Golden Light.

"Geng Metal Spirit Slash!"

With a low shout, a golden Sword Qi several feet long condensed, several times more refined than the previous Sword Qi aura, its sharpness fully revealed.

"Go!"

The Sword Qi roared out, heading straight for Wang Hu's chest.

Wang Hu sneered, crossing his fists in front of his chest. "Break!"

"Puff."

The Sword Qi struck his arm, but this time, unlike before, it wasn't blocked. Instead, it easily pierced through the protective aura like cutting tofu, leaving a deep, bone-revealing wound on Wang Hu's arm.

"Ah!" Wang Hu cried out in pain, staggering backward.

He stared at his arm in disbelief. "How is this possible?!"

"Your external martial arts skills are not invincible," Ye Chen said calmly. "If you strike the same spot with your Sword Qi every time, it will accumulate and eventually break through even the thickest defense."

It turns out that the dozens of Sword Qi that appeared chaotic were actually all striking similar points, continuously eroding the defense at the same spot.

This final strike, the Geng Metal Spirit Slash, was the last straw that broke the camel's back.

"You win." Wang Hu clutched his wound and readily admitted defeat.

Though he was rugged, he could handle defeat.

Ye Chen nodded slightly and sheathed his sword.

This victory brought this young boy from an outside school to the attention of more people.

After the round-robin tournament concluded, Ye Chen advanced to the finals with a perfect record. Su Qingyuan and Zhao Feng also advanced.

The third day, the finals for the Mortal Realm group.

Twenty people will compete in a single-elimination tournament until a champion, runner-up, and third-place winner are determined.

The finals were exciting, with disciples employing various methods, including talismans, Law Artifact, and Secret Method.

Ye Chen advanced triumphantly, defeating strong opponents one after another with his sharp Geng Metal Sword Qi, and entered the finals.

His opponent in the final was Zhao Feng, a genius from the inner sect.

Zhao Feng, with Foundation Establishment Late Stage, practices the Profound Water Instruction, possessing extremely strong defense and rich combat experience.

In previous matches, he had never gone all out and easily advanced.

"Junior Brother Ye, it's quite impressive that you've made it this far." Zhao Feng stood on the opposite side of the arena, his tone calm yet slightly condescending. "But the finals are over. The gap in our cultivation levels is too great; talent alone cannot bridge it."

Ye Chen remained silent, only gripping his sword tighter.

clang.

The final match begins.

Zhao Feng made the first move, forming hand seals.

"Profound Water Curtain!"

A deep blue curtain of water appeared in front of him, flowing and incredibly thick.

This is his signature defensive Law Technique, which is almost unbreakable among those of the same level.

"Go!" Zhao Feng pointed his finger, and several water arrows shot out, attacking Ye Chen.