861: Chapter 861 First Place!

Ye Chen sighed.

"I didn't say anything wrong..."

"The reason I did it this way was because I was worried, worried that some people would say I was bullying them one-on-one, and that it would give me a bad reputation."

The entire crowd: "???"

At this moment, even Patriarch Xuanyuan Hai, sitting in the viewing stand, was laughing so hard he doubled over.

"Hahaha! This kid! This kid is really... just to my liking!"

Arrogant! Boundlessly arrogant!

Yet, he effortlessly maintained control over the entire situation...

This was simply not something an ordinary person could do.

Yan Qingwu stood at the edge of the arena, shaking her head helplessly.

This troublemaker was at it again...

On the arena.

The expressions of those fifteen people had completely changed.

The young master of the Qianji Sect slammed his twin hammers onto the ground, furious: "Good! Very good! Since you have a death wish, then we will grant it!"

Qin Shuyuan also put away his cold sneer, his gaze becoming sharp.

"Everyone, since he said so, let's not be polite to him."

"Attack together!"

"Let him know what it means that there is always someone better!"

As soon as his voice fell, everyone except the Holy Son of Guixu and Guixu Saintess moved simultaneously.

Some surged with True Qi, light radiating from their bodies.

Some flashed their figures, flanking from the sides.

Some created distance, their hands rapidly forming seals.

Even more aggressive, some charged straight at him, their fist winds wrapped in ice shards, slamming toward Ye Chen's face like a meteor chasing the moon.

In an instant.

The arena was filled with killing intent, air waves rolling. Thirteen attacks poured in from all directions, almost drowning Ye Chen's figure.

The audience below held their breath.

They widened their eyes, staring fixedly at the area covered by the attacks.

Everyone wanted to know...

How this boundlessly arrogant young man would take the combined strike of those thirteen people?

However.

Both Mo Yuan and Saintess An Miaoyi knew very well...

These thirteen people were simply no match for Ye Chen.

Attacking together was irrational and foolish.

Therefore.

They did not join in, nor did they speak...

Suddenly!

Ye Chen's figure disappeared from where he stood.

The thirteen attacks landed at the same moment on the spot where Ye Chen had been standing.

"Boom!!!"

The ice layer exploded!

Shattered ice splattered!

A deep pit appeared in the center of the arena, with cracks spreading in all directions.

But the pit was empty.

"Where is he???" someone exclaimed.

The next second.

A lazy voice came from above their heads.

"I'm up here."

Everyone looked up abruptly.

They saw Ye Chen standing at the top of a flagpole at the edge of the arena, the wind whipping his clothes.

He looked down at the thirteen people and grinned.

"You people can't even track where I'm standing."

"And you want to touch me?"

"Do you want me to give you another chance?"

Upon hearing this, the thirteen people were instantly enraged.

"Stop playing tricks here!"

The young master of the Qianji Sect shot into the sky like a cannonball, his twin hammers wrapped in immense force as he smashed toward the top of the flagpole.

Qin Shuyuan followed closely behind, flicking his soft whip like a viper coming out of its hole, aiming for Ye Chen's ankle.

The remaining eleven also activated their True Qi, attacking from all angles.

This time, they held nothing back.

They wanted to crush this lawless bastard to death!!!

Seeing this, Ye Chen couldn't help but sigh again.

"Stubborn to the end."

As he spoke, he snapped his fingers.

The next second.

"Rumble!!!"

The ice surface in the center of the arena suddenly exploded, and shattered ice shot into the sky like a volcanic eruption.

Countless floating ice chunks of various sizes lifted from the ground and hovered in mid-air, as if supported by an invisible hand.

Ye Chen pointed at the thirteen people, his lips moving slightly.

"Go."

The floating ice shards shot out like ten thousand arrows, swarming toward the group.

The momentum of the thirteen people charging forward came to an abrupt halt.

Immediately after.

Everyone was sent flying by the countless ice spikes.

Thirteen people lay neatly on the snowy ground outside the arena, vomiting blood incessantly.

None were spared.

Around the arena, countless people were stunned.

They had originally thought...

Even if Ye Chen was strong, against thirteen people working together, he would at least be forced to show some real skills.

But the result?

A snap of the fingers, and they were all sent flying?

How are you supposed to fight this?

How the hell are you supposed to fight this???

Patriarch Xuanyuan Hai slapped the armrest of his wheelchair, laughing until tears almost came out.

"Hahaha!"

"Did you all see that?"

"This is my worthy brother; how could those useless sacks of rice compare to him?"

The people around felt even more annoyed hearing this.

But without a doubt...

Ye Chen's strength had refreshed the heights of their perception.

On the arena.

Ye Chen ignored the stunned crowd and drifted down from the top of the flagpole.

Then.

He looked up toward the other side of the arena at those two figures.

"Alright, the small fry have been cleaned up."

"Next..."

"It's your turn."

He hooked his fingers at Mo Yuan and Saintess An Miaoyi, "Do you surrender, or shall we continue?"

Mo Yuan's face darkened.

This guy was too arrogant!

But...

He really didn't dare to continue.

Before he could speak, the audience around the arena exploded.

"Ye Chen! What kind of joke are you making?!" Someone in the stands couldn't help but jump up, pointing at Ye Chen's nose and cursing.

"Those are the Holy Son of Guixu and Guixu Saintess! What are you using to compare with them?"

"Exactly! The Holy Son of Guixu can crush you with one finger! Do you think that because you knocked down a few small fry, you can challenge the inheritors of Guixu?"

"Saint Son Mo Yuan! Teach him a lesson! Let him know that there is always someone better!"

"Right! Your Highness Saint Son, go up and beat him down! Let him know the power of Guixu!"

The crowd's voices became increasingly intense.

They admitted that Ye Chen was strong.

But the status of Guixu in their hearts had been deeply rooted for hundreds of years.

It was an existence that stood above the Five Clans, Eight Sects, and Thirteen Gates.

The Saint Son and Saintess were the pinnacle of the younger generation of Guixu.

No matter how strong Ye Chen was, how could he be stronger than the Holy Son of Guixu?

Hearing the shouting all around, Mo Yuan's face looked even worse...

Damn it!

If he could beat Ye Chen, would he have waited until now?

Yesterday on that ice field, he had already been pinned to the ground and rubbed by Ye Chen.

He even danced, and now they wanted him to go up and fight?

Wasn't that just purely asking for abuse???

Ye Chen tilted his head and looked at Mo Yuan.

"Oh? They say you can crush me with one finger."

"Saint Son Mo Yuan, come, press one for me to see."

Mo Yuan's mouth twitched a few times.

He now felt like he was being roasted on a fire...

It was excruciating.

As a result...

The shouting all around continued, and was even louder.

"Saint Son! Go up! Beat him down!"

"Let him witness the power of the Holy Son of Guixu!!!"

"Saint Son Mo Yuan, are you worried that he will be beaten to death? If he dies, it's on us spectators!"

F*** you!

You guys just want to stir up trouble and keep shouting nonsense!

If you're so capable, come do it yourselves!

Mo Yuan roared in his heart, then closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath.

The next second.

He turned around and faced the old referee.

"I... abstain."

The entire crowd: "???"

Everyone was stunned!

Everyone was in disarray!

Everyone couldn't hold it together!

Did they hear that right?

The Holy Son of Guixu actually! Actually! Actually! Abstained... from the match?

Someone suddenly woke up and roared in shock: "Saint Son! Why are you abstaining? You can clearly beat him!"

Mo Yuan's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

"This Saint Son... is not in a good state today and doesn't want to fight."

No...

Where does he look like he's in a bad state?

His aura is clearly full!

Everyone's brains were struggling to process this.

But Mo Yuan no longer paid attention to anyone and walked straight off the arena.

However.

Before everyone could react, Saintess An Miaoyi also stood out.

"I also abstain."

The entire crowd: "???"

Now it really exploded.

The Holy Son of Guixu abstained, and the Guixu Saintess also abstained!

Two people, when facing Ye Chen, didn't even fight and just surrendered?

What the hell kind of play is this?!

Could they have been bribed by Ye Chen?

That doesn't seem right...

They are from Guixu, they don't lack anything!

Someone held their head in a breakdown.

"No... why did the Saintess also abstain? Could it be that the Holy Son of Guixu and Saintess can't beat him even if they join forces?"

The whole scene was plunged into utter bewilderment.

Countless people were confused.

But no one could provide an answer.

Looking at this scene.

Ye Chen spread his hands.

"Tsk, I thought I could stretch my muscles a bit."

"Are you people from Guixu all so easily provoked?"

"Don't go too far!" Mo Yuan turned around suddenly, furious.

Ye Chen hooked his fingers at him: "Want to fight me? Then that's right, just come over!"

Mo Yuan clenched his fists, so angry his nose was almost crooked!

But reason ultimately overcame impulse.

Therefore.

He snorted coldly, turned around, and returned to the seats where Guixu was located.

Saintess An Miaoyi didn't speak either and sat down directly.

Seeing this.

The old referee finally came to his senses and hurriedly announced.

"The... final battle of the third round, the result is out!"

"Contestant Ye Chen has won... first place in this Antarctic Martial Arts Tournament!"

The world went quiet!

Everyone was speechless!

Because, Ye Chen had won.

Bai Canghe, sitting in the stands, looked even worse.

He looked as if he wanted to devour someone.