Ye Chen slowly stepped onto the arena, head held high, his stride confident, his gaze resolute.
With such bearing, he truly possessed a few traces of extraordinary presence.
Chu Ge watched from below with mild interest.
Although the competition was in full swing, it felt rather dull to him.
Most of these disciples were only at the Second Heaven Realm; even the occasional Third Heaven Realm disciple failed to display anything remarkable beyond their cultivation.
Now that Ye Chen had taken the stage, Chu Ge's interest was finally stirred—if only a little.
At this moment, Ye Chen was already engaged with the reigning champion of Arena No. 1.
His opponent could be considered one of the top talents among this batch of disciples, a peak Third Heaven Realm cultivator who had already opened 108 acupoints.
But before Ye Chen, this was clearly not enough. In less time than it takes to brew a cup of tea, his opponent had already expended most of his spiritual energy and was physically exhausted.
Ye Chen, on the other hand, remained relaxed and at ease, not even short of breath—clearly without the slightest pressure.
As a streak of spiritual light whistled through the air, his opponent was unable to dodge and was struck off the arena.
"Next."
The arrogant voice rang out from the arena as Ye Chen's sharp gaze swept across the surroundings, cold and fierce.
Suddenly, he saw, upon a raised platform where only women were gathered, a young girl looking in his direction.
A gentle breeze brushed across the platform. The girl stood tall and graceful, her slender figure elegant, a plain white dress fluttering in the wind like a blooming white lotus.
Her face was pure and jade-like, her skin as fair as snow, and her eyes sparkled like the stars. Beneath her straight, delicate nose, her cherry-blossom lips were lightly pressed together.
Beneath the simple white gown was her tall and supple figure, smooth lines of her shoulders supporting the snowy fabric.
Her chest rose and fell subtly, revealing the softness of a woman, made all the more dignified by the white dress.
Her waist was slender and resilient, like a willow swaying in the breeze, and her legs were long and straight, like flawless jade pillars.
Her figure was not the kind of exaggerated, alluring curves that overwhelm at a glance.
Yet her proportions were nearly perfect—every gesture expressing a refined, noble elegance.
She was like an immortal maiden who had stepped out of a painting, captivating to behold.
And yet, it was precisely this pure, elegant, fairy-like girl who caused Ye Chen to clench his teeth, the fury in his heart nearly erupting like a volcano!
"Dan… Tai… Xuan… Yin!!!"
Ye Chen snarled her name through gritted teeth, his eyes locking tightly onto the calm-faced girl upon the platform.
That gaze of hers was all too familiar to him. He vaguely remembered that on the day their engagement was annulled, she had looked at him with the same indifferent, almost dismissive eyes.
As if, in her eyes, he were nothing more than a speck of dust.
At that very moment, another Third Heaven Realm disciple stepped onto the arena where Ye Chen stood.
Suddenly, a ferocious beast-like light burst from Ye Chen's eyes.
The next instant, his figure shot forward explosively, a cruel smile still hanging on his face.
The disciple's expression changed drastically; before he could react, he felt as if his chest had been smashed by a massive hammer.
His entire body was sent flying off the arena, blood spraying through the air.
On closer inspection, his entire chest had caved inward, his eyes rolling back as blood poured uncontrollably from his mouth.
Fortunately, healing pills were administered in time—otherwise, his life would have been in danger.
With just a single strike, Ye Chen had beaten a Third Heaven Realm disciple into critical condition. His brutality and terrifying strength made all the participating disciples turn pale.
Even several inner sect deacons frowned slightly, their faces showing faint displeasure.
Ye Chen's ruthless methods clearly left a bad impression on them.
Yet even so, Ye Chen still felt it was not enough—he could not fully vent the rage boiling in his heart.
In the next moment, he leapt into the air and actually jumped onto Arena No. 2.
Without a word, Ye Chen immediately attacked. His figure flickered like lightning—and with another punch, he blasted his opponent off the arena as well.
"What is that brat doing?!"
"Has he lost his mind?!"