Hearing that he was about to go on stage, Hong Yu couldn't help but feel excited.
He had been looking forward to this mont for a long ti!
He knew very well that this next battle would be his true debut in the public eye, and the first step in his journey from a complete nobody to a sobody!
"I am Hong Yu!"
Hong Yu said with a smile, looking at his opponent.
His opponent was a young man at the Peak of the Seventh Level of the Essence Realm. The youth's brow twitched as he said flatly, "Hong Yu? Never heard of you."
The few Direct Lineage Disciples of the Hong Family had a lot of exposure and were known by almost everyone in Shishui City.
Seeing that Hong Yu was a stranger, the young man naturally didn't take him seriously.
"..."
Hong Yu rubbed his nose, feeling a little helpless.
The young man waved his hand impatiently. "Hurry up and make your move! If you wait for to attack, you won't get a chance!"
"..."
Hong Yu was completely speechless. 'Where does this guy get so much confidence?'
"In that case, I won't hold back!"
Though he felt a bit helpless, since his opponent was being so "courteous," Hong Yu certainly didn't want to waste such a kind gesture!
"No need to hold back. It's not like your attack could do any damage to anyway," he said confidently. But then he saw Hong Yu drop into a horse stance and pull his fists to his waist. The youth's expression froze for a mont before he burst out laughing. "Are you an idiot? You're actually trying to use the Basic Boxing Technique against ?"
"Who is this guy? Using the Basic Boxing Technique? That's hilarious!"
"Don't know him. Probably from a side branch of the Hong Family! If he were from the Direct Lineage, even the weakest at the Seventh Layer of the Essence Realm cultivation would have learned a Middle-Level Martial Skill!"
"I thought we were going to see an exciting duel. What a huge disappointnt."
The young n and won below the stage discussed with disdain.
In the martial competition between the clans, didn't everyone go all out to show their strongest techniques? Even if they couldn't get into the Cyan Nether Sword Sect, they could still be valued by their family's higher-ups. But for Hong Yu to use the Basic Boxing Technique on an occasion like this? Wasn't that just asking for trouble?
The young man facing Hong Yu was also full of contempt. "The Basic Boxing Technique, tsk tsk. I could stand right here and let you hit , and you still wouldn't be able to hurt !"
But in the next instant, his expression completely changed!
Hong Yu's simple-looking Basic Boxing Technique punch seed ordinary, but it carried a force that made the youth's heart palpitate. A powerful gust of wind howled toward him, scraping his face with a pain like a knife's cut. 'Oh no, this guy is incredibly strong.'
He imdiately prepared to dodge.
But...
He discovered with dismay that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't dodge it. The fist slamd directly into his body.
"ARGH!"
The young man cried out as his body was sent flying, landing heavily below the fighting stage.
Hong Yu pulled back his fist and smiled. "Thanks for the match!"
"H-How is this possible? How could your Basic Boxing Technique defeat ?" the youth muttered in disbelief. One mont he was posturing like a confident victor, and the next, he was the loser. The sense of defeat turned into humiliated rage. He pointed at Hong Yu and cursed, "Bastard! You damn well cheated !"
"You're the one who told to attack first. How is that cheating?" Hong Yu shrugged.
"You..."
The young man's face flushed red, but he was speechless.
The referee shot the youth a glare and said calmly, "A loss is a loss. You were careless and underestimated your opponent. On a real battlefield, you'd already be dead." He then announced, "In this match, number 222, Hong Yu, is victorious..."
"Thank you, Lord Referee!"
Hong Yu said with a grin.
The soldier-referee nodded. "Next, number 200 versus number 223!"
In the next match, both contestants were at the Seventh Layer of the Essence Realm. Their strengths were evenly matched, and the fight was intense. But the focus of everyone's discussion was still Hong Yu.
"That guy's luck is pretty good. He ran into a careless opponent and won with just the Basic Boxing Technique!"
"Hmph! Luck runs out. I bet his next opponent will take care of him easily!"
"That's true. After all, the power of the Basic Boxing Technique really isn't anything special!"
Many of the contestants still felt that luck and his opponent's carelessness were major factors in Hong Yu's victory, so they didn't pay him much mind.
"Number 222 versus number 213!"
With over thirty people and about a dozen matches per round, it was soon Hong Yu's turn to fight for the second ti!
This ti, his opponent was a young man at the Mid-stage Eighth Level of Essence Realm. Contestant number 213 leaped high into the air with an incredibly graceful Body Technique, landing on the stage and drawing gasps from the crowd. Such a light Body Technique surely ant he had cultivated a Body Technique Martial Skill. It was clear that this person's strength was definitely not weak!
In contrast to number 213's flashy entrance, Hong Yu just leisurely walked onto the stage.
This imdiately drew a wave of boos.
"Look, the guy's so scared his legs have gone soft!"
"I bet he'll lose within ten moves!"
"Ten moves?" On the stage, number 213 snorted contemptuously. He pointed a finger at Hong Yu and declared proudly, "To deal with him, I only need one move!"
"One move? Then one move it is!"
Hong Yu rubbed his nose, and his gaze suddenly turned cold.
STOMP!
He shot off the ground, his hands drawn to his waist before rocketing out again. The punch was like a heavy, rolling boulder, and the powerful fist wind was like a massive stone being flung through the air, accurately striking the opponent's vital point.
BAM!
Number 213 let out a muffled grunt and was sent flying off the stage by that single, simple punch.
It really was a one-move victory!
"Holy crap, it's the Basic Boxing Technique again?"
"And he ended the fight in one damn move?"
"An illusion. This has to be an illusion..."
The contestants below were once again stunned. So were shocked, so were puzzled, so were disdainful... But they had to admit that Hong Yu's two consecutive instant-kill victories using the Basic Boxing Technique had started to attract so people's attention. Of course, it was only enough to earn him a second glance.
The soldier-referee, looking slightly astonished, glanced at Hong Yu and said, "Number 222 wins!"
If his first win with the Basic Boxing Technique was written off as his opponent being careless, and his second win was dismissed by so as a stroke of dumb luck, t with disdain and sarcasm... then when Hong Yu won his third, fourth, and fifth matches, all with a single punch from his Basic Boxing Technique, those voices of doubt gradually faded away.
Five consecutive wins, all using the Basic Boxing Technique, all defeating his opponent in a single move!
A record like that was enough to silence all dissenting voices!
The battles continued.
Before they knew it, the competition had reached the thirteenth round.
By now, only three contestants on Stage Number Seven still had a perfect winning record: Hong Yu, Liu Jiahao, and Lin Yun. Needless to say, Liu Jiahao and Lin Yun were both at the Ninth Layer of the Essence Realm cultivation, and their cultivation alone was enough to overwhelm the average opponent, who was typically at the Seventh Layer of the Essence Realm.
As for Hong Yu, he had advanced triumphantly through all thirteen rounds, defeating every opponent with a single move, and always using the Basic Boxing Technique.
Because of this, Hong Yu had also earned the nickna "Brother Foundation."
BAM!
With one punch, a young genius at the Peak of the Eighth Layer of the Essence Realm was defeated, walking off the stage dejectedly.
"Number 222 wins!" the referee announced, giving Hong Yu an extra look.
Even a decorated soldier of the City Guard Army couldn't help but find this young man, who only ever used the Basic Boxing Technique, interesting.
"My God, even an expert at the Peak of the Eighth Layer of the Essence Realm is no match for Brother Foundation. How is anyone supposed to fight him?"
"I thought Liu Jiahao and Lin Yun would dominate our group, but now there's Hong Yu. The outco has beco much more unpredictable!"
"Who do you think will win in the end between Hong Yu, Lin Yun, and Liu Jiahao?"
"Probably Lin Yun. He's a young master of the Lin Family, after all. He has a deep foundation!"
"I think Liu Jiahao has a good chance too!"
"Hehe, I'm actually betting on Brother Foundation!"
"Now that you ntion it, I'm kind of looking forward to seeing Brother Foundation sweep Liu Jiahao and Lin Yun away with his Basic Boxing Technique!"
Listening to the contestants around him discuss nonstop, with the focus almost never leaving Hong Yu, made Lin Yun feel exceptionally bitter. His gaze turned incredibly dark. 'This kid is too damn arrogant! He's actually stealing my spotlight. Unforgivable.'
Although he also had thirteen consecutive wins, he was nowhere near as dazzling as Hong Yu.
Aside from his first two matches where people discussed him a little, from his third match onward, everyone's attention was focused on Hong Yu. This made Lin Yun increasingly angry and indignant. In his mind, he had paid a huge price to break through to the Ninth Layer of the Essence Realm Cultivation Realm before the competition; he was supposed to be the dazzling star, the dark horse.
But the problem was, Hong Yu's appearance had reduced his own achievents to being re background noise.
This pent-up frustration was nearly driving Lin Yun mad.
'You little bastard, I'll make sure you suffer a crushing defeat,' Lin Yun thought viciously.
"Number 198 and number 199, on stage!"
The referee's indifferent voice interrupted Lin Yun's thoughts.
'Number 199? Isn't that Liu Jiahao?' A cold glint flashed in Lin Yun's eyes.
On the other side, Liu Jiahao remained composed, slowly walking onto the stage.
In the audience, Hong Yu narrowed his eyes. 'This Liu Jiahao has the air of a true expert. He's more worthy of attention than Lin Yun.'
The duel between Liu Jiahao and Lin Yun finally began.
These two were originally the biggest favorites for Stage Number Seven. Both were in the Early Ninth Layer, but Liu Jiahao's strength was clearly a notch above Lin Yun's. After more than thirty rounds, Liu Jiahao struck Lin Yun with a Middle-Level Martial Skill, 'Black Tiger Fist,' knocking him off the stage to claim victory.
"Number 199 wins. Next..."
Listening to the referee's cold voice, Lin Yun's expression was extrely ugly, flickering between anger and gloom.
He had thought he would definitely dominate Group Seven and secure a spot in the finals, but now he had actually lost to Liu Jiahao. It was simply unacceptable. He was about to explode with rage, his venomous eyes locked on Liu Jiahao. Yet, Liu Jiahao completely ignored him, walking straight up to Hong Yu. "I look forward to a full-power battle with you!"
"Heh, I'm looking forward to it too!" Hong Yu smiled.
Watching the two of them completely ignore him, Lin Yun's fists clenched, his teeth grinding. 'These two bastards... they dare to ignore like this? Damn them... '
As ti went on, the qualifying matches of the inter-clan martial competition gradually drew to a close!
For instance, Hong Hu from Group One, and Wang ng and the Lin Hai brothers from Groups Two, Three, and Four, had already secured their places in the finals with perfect win records. The other groups also entered their final rounds one after another. After all, the top-ranked prodigies were undisputed powerhouses. Their opponents, knowing they stood no chance, would mostly concede the mont they got on stage.
Group Seven's pace was comparatively much slower.
However, it had also advanced to the final two rounds.
"Number 198 versus number 222, get up here!" the referee said flatly.
Hong Yu yawned and was stretching lazily, about to head to the stage, when a figure suddenly flashed past him like the wind, arriving on the stage first. It was Lin Yun, standing tall in the center of the ring. Knowing he no longer had a chance to qualify for the finals, Lin Yun's face was exceptionally ugly, his features twisted in a snarl. His cold eyes were locked onto Hong Yu. "Hong Yu, get up here and die!"
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