Hong Yu looked calmly at the Steward of arena number twenty-two.
The Steward swallowed hard and said, "Y-your next opponent is the winner from arena number twenty-three. B-but, they haven't finished their fight yet."
"It's not over yet?"
Hong Yu frowned and sighed softly. "I'm in a hurry to go cultivate! Oh well, it seems this is the only way..."
Muttering to himself, Hong Yu stepped off the arena platform and walked toward arena number twenty-three.
The Steward's eyes were filled with confusion. "W-what is he planning to do?"
"What's Hong Yu doing?"
"He's probably going to arena number twenty-three to watch the fight and size up his next opponent!"
"Let's go watch too!"
The Outer Disciples who had been gathered around arena number twenty-two chattered among themselves, guessing at Hong Yu's intentions as they followed him.
Generally speaking...
In such a high-intensity competition, after defeating an opponent, a Martial Artist would usually choose to ditate imdiately to maintain peak condition for the next match.
But Hong Yu's behavior was rather unexpected.
This piqued everyone's curiosity.
What on earth was he planning?
Was he really just going to watch?
The sa question also troubled the two n in the high tower.
The Black Robed Elder frowned. "What exactly is this Hong Yu trying to do?"
Elder Bai's seemingly cloudy eyes glinted with a wise light. He suddenly let out a soft sound of surprise and murmured, "That little fellow... he can't be thinking of doing *that*, can he?"
"Old Bai, you've figured out what he's planning?" the Black Robed Elder asked doubtfully.
Elder Bai nodded, then shook his head. "Strange, so strange. This little fellow is becoming more and more inscrutable. Heh heh, but this way, the promotion tournant is getting more and more interesting!" An enigmatic smile played on his lips.
The Black Robed Elder asked several more tis, but all he got in return was Elder Bai's mysterious, sly smile.
Frustrated, the Black Robed Elder snorted coldly. "No matter what, I still don't think he can make it into the top three."
"Heh heh, then we'll just have to wait and see!"
Elder Bai chuckled playfully.
...
When Hong Yu arrived at arena number twenty-three, the battle on the platform was in full swing.
Both combatants had an Early-Stage Earth Soul Realm Cultivation.
The white-hot battle grew increasingly intense. Both fighters' attacks were dazzling, and of course, their power was astounding. The crowd below gasped in amazent, sweating nervously for the two locked in a grueling fight on stage, eagerly awaiting the ergence of the final victor.
But just then, Hong Yu, followed by a large crowd, walked over unhurriedly.
He stopped in front of arena twenty-three, glanced at the two combatants locked in their grueling fight, and muttered to himself with a glint in his eyes, "If they keep fighting like this, it'll probably take several hundred more rounds to determine a winner!"
As he spoke, Hong Yu walked toward the arena platform.
"Isn't that Hong Yu? What's he doing?"
"He's already finished his fight? That was fast. But wasn't he from arena number twenty-two? What's he doing here?"
"Could he be here to probe his opponent's strength?"
Under the confused gazes of the crowd, Hong Yu stepped onto the arena platform.
"Huh? What's he getting on the platform for?"
"Holy crap, he's not planning to disrupt the match, is he?"
"How despicable! He's trying to distract his opponents and weaken them!"
"Hong Yu, you despicable villain, get the hell down from there..."
Indignant roars mingled with all sorts of speculation.
These people all assud Hong Yu intended to disrupt the two fighters on the platform to weaken his future opponent.
The Steward's face was cold, and he was just about to reprimand him when he heard Hong Yu speak slowly, "It'll take forever for you two to get a result fighting like this. I'm in a hurry to cultivate, so stop fighting. Both of you, co at together!"
"Huh?"
The two who had been in the heat of battle froze, staring dumbfounded at Hong Yu.
"What? H-he's here to challenge them?"
"Damn, this guy's got balls!"
"Balls? I think he's got a death wish..."
The clamorous discussions grew louder and louder, one wave after another.
"What did you say?"
"You want to challenge both of us at the sa ti?"
The two on the platform asked in disbelief.
It was as if they had just heard the funniest joke in the world.
Although neither of them was a powerhouse on the Earth List, their ability to stand out from three hundred thousand Outer Disciples and break into the top one thousand ant their strength and talent were not to be underestimated.
Hearing Hong Yu's words, they both wore strange expressions and waved him away. "Stop ssing around and get down from here!"
"Yeah, don't embarrass yourself here."
Their faces were full of contempt and disdain as they sneered at him.
Hong Yu was a little helpless. 'If my fight with Chen Xing hadn't just stirred up my Nine Great Vortices,' he thought, 'and if I wasn't about to lose control of my breakthrough, who the hell would want to show off like this?'
He shrugged his shoulders. "Just co at together. Let's make it quick. I have to get back to my cultivation!"
"Damn it, you're really arrogant."
"Frog in a well. Since you're looking for death, don't bla us!"
The opponents who had been fighting fiercely just monts ago were provoked by Hong Yu and instantly beca allies on the sa front. They stood shoulder to shoulder, two powerful montums erupting simultaneously to envelop Hong Yu. They exchanged a look and, one from the left and one from the right, launched their most ferocious attacks at the sa ti.
They vowed to defeat this arrogant fool who dared to look down on them.
'We'll teach him a lesson and knock him down a peg!'
But in reality...
Hong Yu had never intended to show off or be arrogant.
He had only resorted to this because stirring his nine Qi Vortices had made him sense that the best ti to break through to the Earth Soul Realm was approaching, forcing him to choose the fastest way to end the battles.
"Heavens, look at his stance! It's so weird. Is he preparing so profound Martial Skill?"
"Profound my ass! That's the Basic Boxing Technique!"
"Basic Boxing Technique? Are you sure? He's facing two Earth Soul Realm experts at the sa ti, and he's only using the Basic Boxing Technique?"
"Has this guy lost his mind?"
The original audience at arena twenty-three didn't know how formidable Hong Yu's Basic Boxing Technique was, so their words were filled with contempt and ridicule.
As for the audience that had followed from arena twenty-two, they clenched their fists and held their breath, watching Hong Yu with a mix of tension and anticipation. 'Can Brother Foundation create another miracle?'
"Mortal Level, Lower Grade—Fla Burst Fist!"
"Mortal Level, Lower Grade—Mountain-Dispelling Palm!"
Both of them struck out in anger, even using the Martial Skills they'd been saving as their trump cards.
Hong Yu challenging both of them at once—and with the Basic Boxing Technique, no less—had thoroughly enraged them.
Little did they know...
Hong Yu was even more frustrated at this mont. 'Damn it all! Now, as soon as I try to mobilize the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, it triggers a violent reaction from the Nine Great Vortices. I can't suppress my cultivation, so I can only rely on my physical strength and the Basic Boxing Technique!'
In the ti it took to think, their powerful attacks were already upon him.
At that exact mont, Hong Yu's fists, which had been held at his waist, suddenly shot out.
A Left Hook and a right hook!
Fists flying from both sides!
BOOM!
BANG!
Two ordinary punches from the Basic Fist Montum were thrown at the sa ti.
One to the left, one to the right, they shattered the duo's powerful Martial Skills with the speed of a thunderclap.
Imdiately after...
BAM! BAM!
His right fist smashed into the left cheek of one opponent, and his left fist struck the right cheek of the other.
Imnse physical strength, amplified by the contraction of his muscles, erupted in a terrifying burst of short-range power. It directly caved in and distorted their faces. The massive force sent them stumbling off-balance, flying toward the center. Inevitably, the two collided head-on.
THUD!
The two bodies slamd into each other, then bounced apart, flying four or five ters into the air before crashing heavily off the arena platform.
...
Dead silence.
Nearly a thousand people surrounded arena number twenty-three, yet at this mont, there wasn't a single sound.
Everyone stared, dumbfounded and slack-jawed, at the young man standing on the platform, still holding his Basic Boxing Technique punching stance.
Even the two Stewards, who had overseen several promotion tournants and were accustod to seeing geniuses fight, were no different.
*Huuu!*
Hong Yu let out a soft breath and frowned. 'Damn it, the turbulence is getting worse. I have to end these fights as quickly as possible.'
He looked unhappily at the stunned Steward. "Can you announce the result now?"
"Huh?"
The Steward froze for a second, his gaze toward Hong Yu filled with awe. He nodded repeatedly. "Y-yes, of course. The winner of this battle is—Hong... Hong Yu!"
WHOOSH!
In that instant, the area around arena number twenty-three completely erupted.
"Holy crap, the Basic Boxing Technique can be that badass? Brother Foundation, you're my idol!"
"Brother Foundation, I love you! I can warm your bed, do embroidery, and pick up the soap..."
...
Hong Yu glanced at the flamboyantly dressed, heavily made-up cross-dressing disciple. The corner of his mouth twitched, and he looked straight ahead at the Steward without turning his gaze. "Where is my next opponent?"
"At... at arena number twenty-five."
The Steward replied instinctively, but then it dawned on him, and his face changed dramatically. "Y-you're still going?"
Hong Yu gave a slight nod and headed for arena number twenty-five.
Behind him was a vast crowd of three to four thousand people.
「Ten minutes later.」
Hong Yu walked toward arena number thirty-six. The procession behind him had grown to a full seven thousand people.
「Eight minutes later.」
Hong Yu left arena thirty-six and headed for the next, arena fifty-three. The crowd behind him had now expanded to ten thousand!
Hong Yu was like a locust; wherever he passed, nothing was left standing.
At first, he would still explain the situation to his opponents. Later on, his actions alard the experts on the other arena platforms. One by one, they stopped their fights, choosing instead to conserve their energy and wait for Hong Yu's arrival. But even so, the speed at which Hong Yu swept through them remained incredibly fast.
Eventually, he spent no more than two minutes at any given arena.
Wherever he went, regardless of his opponents' cultivation, it was always the Basic Boxing Technique, a one-hit kill.
His most difficult fight was against two Mid-stage Earth Soul Realm powerhouses. It took him six minutes, but in the end, he still defeated them with the Basic Boxing Technique.
Now, the number of people following him exceeded one hundred thousand.
As ti went on, they had all beco completely numb to it.
When Brother Foundation appears, who can contend?
By now, Hong Yu had swept through most of the arenas. The only one that remained was the very first one.
The two people on this platform were sitting cross-legged. They were a pair of identical twins, both with a Mid-Stage Earth Soul Realm Cultivation.
Sensing Hong Yu's arrival, they stood up in perfect unison. A Haoran montum erupted from their bodies, making them seem like two Ancient Fierce Gods staring down Hong Yu. "Brother Foundation? Who can contend? Hahaha, I admit you're strong, but your legend ends here!"
Hong Yu raised his eyes, a hint of impatience in his expression, and waved his hand dismissively...
"Then let's fight!"
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