106: Chapter 106 First, I want it!

In the arena, Qin Feng not only did not activate any protective True Qi, but he didn't even frown.

The Heavenly Tyrant Body, which could be called an insanely powerful Physical Body, became tough to an appalling degree after consuming the pure yang golden body pill.

Facing the pressure from Elder Sun that was enough to crush those in the Mortal Martial Realm, it was as if a gentle breeze brushed over a hillside, not even stirring the corner of his clothes.

He stood with his hands behind his back, even yawning out of boredom, his gaze leisurely sweeping over the so-called "experts" around him who were panting like dogs under the pressure.

High in the air, Elder Sun, who had been keeping his eyes slightly closed, seemed to sense something and suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze sweeping across the crowd like lightning before finally settling on the youth in black martial attire at the edge.

"Hm? This lad actually withstood thirty percent of my pressure relying solely on his Physical Body? He has some skill..."

A flash of surprise crossed Elder Sun's eyes, but he immediately returned to his indifferent expression.

It was nothing strange for a Body Cultivator talent to appear in the Servant District occasionally; whether he could have the last laugh would depend on the upcoming arena battle.

"Time is up!"

Following Elder Sun's command, the terrifying pressure that had enveloped the square instantly receded like a tide.

"Huff... I survived!"

"I passed, hahaha!"

On the square, the remaining one thousand Cultivators were gasping for air frantically, as if they had just been pulled from underwater.

Some supported each other, while others collapsed to the ground, but their eyes all shone with the ecstasy of surviving a disaster.

The thousand people who survived were the most elite and ruthless beings among the hundreds of thousands of Menial Laborers!

"Congratulations, you have obtained the qualification to enter the Outer Sect."

High in the air, Elder Sun looked down upon these elites who had survived the sifting, and for the first time, there was a trace of imperceptible appreciation in his tone.

But immediately after, he waved his large sleeve, pointing to the area in the center of the square that had been shrouded in thick fog.

"Rumble—!"

Accompanied by a deafening tremor, the thick fog instantly dissipated, and one hundred massive arenas built from cyan boulders, standing several zhang high, appeared in everyone's sight like one hundred dormant steel beasts.

At the edge of each arena stood a towering stone pillar, with golden ranking numbers from "One Hundred" to "One" clearly carved upon them.

"The arenas have appeared!"

Elder Sun's voice boomed like thunder again, saying: "Whoever feels they have the strength, whoever feels they are worthy of a certain rank, go to the corresponding arena!"

"The rules are simple: defend the arena! As long as you stand on it and no one dares to challenge you, you are the owner of that rank!"

"Life or death does not matter; rely on your own abilities! Now, the arena battle begins!!!"

"Kill!"

"The ninetieth place is mine, who dares to fight me for it!"

As soon as Elder Sun's voice fell, the one thousand Menial Laborers and guards who had passed the assessment instantly lunged crazily toward the lower-ranked arenas like hungry wolves that had smelled blood.

For the sake of the Cultivation Technique and the Spirit Gathering Array courtyards, these villains who had struggled at the bottom for years completely tore off all their disguises, instantly erupting into the most tragic slaughter!

Blades flashed and swords cast shadows, with flesh and blood flying everywhere.

Almost every breath of time, someone would scream and fall from the arena, or even be hacked into a pulp by chaotic blades.

However, compared to the tragic slaughter at the fifty arenas in the back.

The top ten arenas, especially the area around the "Arena No. 1"—the tallest, largest, and symbolizing the status of an absolute king—mysteriously fell into a dead silence!

Not a single ordinary captain or supervisor dared to approach that place by even half a step.

Because, at the very moment Elder Sun announced the start, three substantive, extremely powerful Qi Refinement Stage Auras, like three pillars of Qi reaching the sky and connecting the earth, shot up from three different directions in the crowd, directly shrouding the area around Arena No. 1!

"Step, step, step..."

Three figures, walking with steady and oppressive steps, crossed the crowd and arrived simultaneously below Arena No. 1, forming a pincer formation against each other.

The person on the left wore white clothes like snow, carried an ancient longsword on his back, and had an arrogant and cold expression.

The supervisor of Servant District 1, Supervisor Chen Rufeng! Rumor had it that he was already at the Peak of the fourth level of the Qi Refinement Stage, his "Falling Snow Sword Technique" was superb, and he had once killed a Cultivator of the same rank within three moves.

The person on the right was shirtless, his muscles bulging like rocks, holding an exaggerated giant blade weighing several hundred catties, exuding a suffocating Aura of blood and malevolence.

The supervisor of Servant District 2, Supervisor Dao Chengkong! His person was like his name; once his wild blade came out, not a blade of grass would grow—he was a proper battle maniac.

And the person in the middle appeared somewhat feminine.

He wore tight black night-traveling clothes, his hands tucked into his sleeves, with a seemingly gentle yet hair-raising fake smile hanging on the corners of his mouth.

The supervisor of Servant District 3, Mo Xiaochuan! The most terrifying hidden weapon Great Master and poison master in the Servant District.

These three were recognized as the three strongest among the dozens of Servant Districts!

"Hehe, Brother Chen, Brother Dao, long time no see."

Mo Xiaochuan broke the silence first, chuckling sinisterly, but his gaze was fixed tightly on Arena No. 1, saying: "This number one throne allows one to be accepted under an Inner Sect Elder. I am quite greedy for it; why don't you two brothers do me a favor and yield the position to me?"

"Yield it to you? Mo Xiaochuan, what are you!"

Supervisor Dao Chengkong snorted coldly, slamming his giant blade hard onto the ground, causing the surrounding gravel to scatter, and arrogantly said: "A poisonous snake that only knows how to hide in the dark and shoot cold arrows, are you worthy of sitting in the first chair? Today's first place, I am determined to have! Whoever dares to go up on the stage, I will hack him into meat paste!"

"Arrogant."

Supervisor Chen Rufeng's eyes were cold and sharp, his right hand slowly gripping the hilt of the sword on his back; before the Sword Qi was released, a thin layer of frost had already formed in the surrounding air.

"The first place relies on the truth within the sword. You two are not worthy." Supervisor Chen Rufeng was concise, yet it revealed absolute conceit.

The three supervisors were at loggerheads!

Terrifying True Qi surged and collided crazily between the three, rubbing against each other to produce ear-piercing explosions.

The onlookers retreated in terror, fearing they would be affected by the Aura of the three monsters.

"Too terrifying, is this the foundation of the supervisors from the top three districts?"

"The three of them are wary of each other; no one dares to be the first to go on stage, fearing they will be attacked by the other two together!"

"This Arena No. 1, apart from the three of them, no one else is qualified to touch it..."

Just when everyone was holding their breath, thinking that these three top-tier experts were about to unfold a world-shaking, epoch-making battle.

A somewhat lazy voice, carrying seven parts mockery and three parts disdain, rang out extremely abruptly in the silent air.

"Since the three of you dare not go up, stop wasting time here."

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole audience fell into dead silence!

Even Elder Sun in the air couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

"Swish—!"

Before the crowd could find the source of the voice.

A breeze blew past, without any earth-shattering True Qi eruption, nor any exaggerated movement technique afterimages.

Qin Feng's figure was like a leaf swept up by a strong wind, and with a strange posture that defied the laws of gravity, he floated lightly and without any obstruction over the heads of the three supervisors!

The next second, with a light "click" sound.

Qin Feng's pair of black cloud boots landed steadily in the very center of Arena No. 1!

He stood with his hands behind his back, his black martial attire flapping loudly under the blowing wind of the arena.

Looking down from above at the dumbfounded three supervisors and the tens of thousands of Menial Laborers with horrified faces.

His thin lips parted slightly, spitting out an earth-shattering arrogant statement: "I claim the first place of this tournament!"