833: Chapter 833 The Holy Son Arrives, the Holy Maiden Protects Him!

The old referee saw that no one else was coming up to the stage and took the opportunity to announce that Saintess An Miaoyi had advanced.

Saintess An Miaoyi turned and walked off the ring, but she glanced at Ye Chen as she passed his seat.

Ye Chen stroked his chin, clicking his tongue in wonder.

"Tsk, as expected of the woman who is about to become my maid!"

"She does have some skills."

Yan Qingwu rolled her eyes.

This guy...

Actually wants to make a heaven-favored daughter his maid?

Is he starting to act crazy again?

Just as Saintess An Miaoyi returned to her seat, another figure walked onto the ring from the other side of the spectator stands.

It was a young man wearing a black robe, with a handsome face that was almost demonic, and a cinnabar mole between his brows.

His temperament was very sinister.

Yet he brought a sense of oppression to everyone.

He walked onto the ring without announcing his name, simply saying indifferently, "Saint Son of Guixu, Mo Yuan."

The whole venue was in an uproar again.

Good heavens!

A Saintess of Guixu just walked down, and now a Saint Son has come up?

The Saintess and Saint Son of Guixu, actually! Actually! Actually! Both appeared at the Antarctic Martial Arts Tournament?

This news alone was already explosive enough.

What was even more shocking was Mo Yuan's subsequent performance...

He raised his hand directly and spread his five fingers.

The next second.

A mass of black true energy formed in his palm, turning into a three-zhang-long phantom of a black flood dragon.

The flood dragon let out a long roar and swept toward the challenger area at the edge of the ring. Wherever it passed, the ice surface cracked into a bottomless trench.

Those challengers who hadn't had a chance to go up were forced to retreat repeatedly by the air wave, their faces deathly pale.

Mo Yuan withdrew his true energy, his tone indifferent: "Who else wants to come up to the stage?"

No one answered.

No one dared to go up.

Damn it!

Who would dare to go up?

With just that move, anyone below the Nascent Soul stage would just be asking to be killed.

The old referee came to his senses and announced Mo Yuan's advancement without hesitation.

Damn it!

Sure enough, a group of monsters came to this tournament.

None of them are easy to deal with...

As Mo Yuan turned to leave the stage, his gaze crossed the crowd and fell on Ye Chen.

But he didn't say anything and walked straight to the Guixu seats, sitting down beside Saintess An Miaoyi.

Ye Chen felt that gaze and raised an eyebrow: "That look he just gave, was he wanting to kill me, and was he especially jealous?"

Yan Qingwu's face became strange.

"It looks like he doesn't like you."

"Besides, you killed their protector before, and you're involved with their Saintess..."

"I'm afraid the Guixu sect has put someone like you on their kill list."

"Isn't that good? Life is boring without some challenges." Ye Chen stretched.

Yan Qingwu pursed her lips.

Only Ye Chen could say such a thing after being targeted by others...

The competition continued.

However.

As one exciting match after another concluded, the subsequent matches were quite boring.

Everyone endured for most of the day, and it finally ended.

The old referee also went up to the stage and began to announce the rules for the second round.

"Congratulations to all the qualifiers, you have successfully entered the second round of the competition."

"Please stay for a moment, I will announce the rules for the second round directly."

"The second round is the Ice Plain Pursuit."

"All qualifiers will move freely on the ice plain for three days."

"Within three days, find the tokens hidden throughout the ice plain, each token represents one point."

"The top sixteen contestants in the final score ranking will enter the third round of the final battle."

"There are no restrictions on means, alliances, or combat during the process."

He paused, his tone deepening a bit, "In other words, in these three days, everyone is both prey and hunter. You are responsible for your own life and death. Good luck to you all."

The whole venue was silent for a moment, and then erupted into a tidal wave of discussion.

"No restrictions on means? Doesn't that mean we can kill people to take their tokens?"

"This rule clearly intends to have a bloody reshuffle! Those who aren't strong enough will either give up voluntarily or die inside."

"It seems the second round is the real main course!"

Ye Chen listened to the discussions around him and grinned.

No restrictions on means, no restrictions on alliances, no restrictions on combat.

This rule was exactly to his liking.

Yan Qingwu leaned over and whispered: "It seems... you have to face what comes next by yourself, and I always feel that this second round is meant for you."

"That's also quite good."

Ye Chen narrowed his eyes.

"I can use the second round to tell those people that everything they do is futile."

"Besides... rather than letting them stare from the shadows, I might as well turn on the lights and let them come."

Yan Qingwu thought about it, and it seemed to be the case.

This competition was clearly a "trap".

What Ye Chen feared least was the other side playing various schemes and tricks; he only feared them not making a move.

If that happened...

He would have to worry every day about whether his family would be targeted.

But a setup like this was more to Ye Chen's liking.

The old referee waited for the discussion to subside a little and added another sentence.

"The second round will officially begin at noon tomorrow!"

"Rest today, everyone can prepare supplies and survey the terrain on your own. Dismissed!"

The crowd began to disperse in all directions.

Ye Chen stretched and was just about to follow the crowd toward the Xuanyuan Family's station when a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

Mo Yuan.

The Saint Son of Guixu stood with his hands behind his back, blocking their path.

"You are Ye Chen?"

"You are younger than I imagined!"

Ye Chen stopped and looked him up and down: "Saint Son of Guixu? You are indeed more punchable than I imagined."

The smile on Mo Yuan's face stiffened, but quickly returned to normal.

"Why would Saintess An Miaoyi fancy a vulgar man like you?"

"Your tongue is indeed sharp, but I warn you..."

"Saintess An Miaoyi can only be my woman."

"If you dare to touch her, only death awaits you."

A threat!

A naked, blatant threat!

Ye Chen laughed in spite of himself: "Sorry, the woman you can't get, I seem to be able to get easily. Do you believe that if I agree to be her husband, she will be my woman immediately?"

Mo Yuan's face instantly darkened.

"You are courting death!"

Ye Chen still looked at him with a smile: "Why, angry from embarrassment? This is the Antarctic, in public, are you going to fight me?"

Mo Yuan's fists clenched and unclenched, his heart burning with rage...

Ye Chen ignored his gaze and continued.

"Why aren't you talking?"

"Weren't you very talkative just now?"

"With the airs of a Saint Son of Guixu, pointing out the country and writing impassioned words, and this is it?"

"Broken down after just two sentences? Your mental fortitude isn't very good, is it."

With every sentence Ye Chen said, Mo Yuan's face darkened by a degree.

In the end, that handsome, almost demonic face was completely twisted.

"Ye Chen, you are presumptuous!"

Mo Yuan raised his hand suddenly, black true energy surging between his five fingers, turning into a three-inch-long black flood dragon phantom, circling in his palm.

"Since you are in such a hurry to die, I will grant your wish now!"

Before he finished speaking.

His aura exploded, and the ice surface at the edge of the ring was cracked by the air wave.

The people around exclaimed and retreated, their faces changing drastically.

"The Saint Son of Guixu is going to make a move!"

"Why are you idiots still crowding around? Retreat quickly! Don't get caught in the crossfire!"

"That Ye Chen is really something, not letting anyone off with his words, now he's really angered an incredible figure..."

...

Amidst the discussion.

The black flood dragon phantom in Mo Yuan's palm surged, turning into a zhang-long size in the blink of an eye.

Seeing this, Ye Chen said indifferently.

"You want to make a move?"

"That's fine, I haven't warmed up yet, it wouldn't be bad to use you for practice."

Damn it!

This kid, what does he take him for?

Actually so unscrupulous!

Mo Yuan was burning with rage, the black flood dragon in his palm about to be released...

"Mo Yuan!"

A cold voice suddenly sounded between the two.

Saintess An Miaoyi's figure walked out of the crowd, her white clothes like snow.

"Do you dare to try touching him?"

Mo Yuan's movements paused, the black flood dragon phantom in his palm as if strangled by something, its circling speed suddenly slowing down.

He stared at Saintess An Miaoyi standing between them, the anger in his eyes surging restlessly.

"Saintess An Miaoyi, move aside."

"This is a matter between him and me, there is no need for you to get involved."

Saintess An Miaoyi did not move: "If you want to make a move against him, you are making a move against me."

Mo Yuan's face darkened all of a sudden.

He never expected...

Saintess An Miaoyi would actually say such words.

The surrounding crowd also exploded.

"Holy shit? Did I see that right! The Saintess of Guixu is protecting Ye Chen?"

"No... shouldn't the Saintess and Saint Son be on the same side? Why is there infighting?"

"There's tea! This is definitely huge gossip!"

...

Ignoring the surrounding discussion.

Mo Yuan's face changed again and again.

Finally, he withdrew the black flood dragon phantom in his palm and looked coldly at Saintess An Miaoyi.

"Saintess An Miaoyi, don't forget your status."

"The rules of Guixu since ancient times state that the Saintess is to marry the Saint Son."

"The engagement between you and me was set by the ancestral teachings!"

"You are now going against me in front of so many people for an outsider???"