48: The top 16 have been determined!

Looking at the crowd attacking him, Zhang Yang chuckled softly. It was just as well; he was too lazy to fight through them one by one.

Since they were gathered around him, he could eliminate them all at once!

Upon the high platform.

"Is that Zhang Yang? He's quite handsome, and it seems his strength isn't bad either, to actually draw a siege from everyone."

Sect Master Ling Yue nodded slightly, a hint of approval in his tone.

One could tell from the performance of the surrounding Disciples that Zhang Yang was extraordinary.

Among the other numbered light screens, three others were experiencing the same thing as Zhang Yang's side.

The Disciples had all struck first in unison, their targets aimed directly at the strongest person in their respective sub-divisions, wanting to eliminate them.

"A perfect time to test the Dragon Elephant Fist!"

With a thought, Zhang Yang gave a low shout and threw a punch with a bang!

In an instant, the winds and clouds changed color!

A phantom of an ancient Dragon Elephant manifested, its scales and claws tensed, exuding a majestic Divine Might!

It let out a roar, and with a sweep of its trunk, it sent dozens of Inner Sect Disciples flying!

They slammed hard against the Formation light screen at the edge of the Martial Arts Stage. The light membranes shattered, and in an instant, they were teleported out of the arena, eliminated!

Having thrown one punch, Zhang Yang's offensive did not stop! One punch followed another!

The neighing of the Dragon Elephant rang out incessantly. Every time the punch force erupted, a group of Disciples was sent flying, crashing into the surrounding Formation light screens like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

The crisp sounds of shattering light membranes merged together, and the figures within the Martial Arts Stage decreased at a speed visible to the naked eye.

All the surrounding Disciples were sent flying, plastered against the surrounding Formation light screens, and then teleported out of the Martial Arts Stage.

Within just a few breaths, only Zhang Yang and one last person remained on the Martial Arts Stage.

"Yu Feng?"

Zhang Yang retracted his fist and stood tall, his blood and Qi surging like a dragon, giving off a faint white mist.

Seeing the face of the last person clearly, a trace of surprise flickered in his eyes.

At this moment, Yu Feng's face was slightly pale, and fine beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

Besieging Zhang Yang? That was just talk.

From the very beginning, he had retreated to the edge of the Formation light screen and had not participated in the siege.

Having personally witnessed Zhang Yang send dozens of people flying with a single punch, that overwhelming and unrivaled power made a chill rise from the bottom of Yu Feng's heart, and he secretly rejoiced in his wisdom.

Had he not stayed out of it early on, he would certainly have been among those teleported out by now!

"Senior Brother Zhang Yang! Wait, don't strike! This little brother has something to discuss!"

Seeing Zhang Yang's gaze sweep over, Yu Feng's heart tightened, and he hurriedly shouted aloud, his voice carrying a hint of urgency.

"What is it?" Zhang Yang's footsteps paused slightly as he examined him with a calm gaze.

Yu Feng did not dare to be slow and said at a very fast pace:

"Wait until only one person is left in each of the other fifteen sub-divisions, then I'll admit defeat myself. I'll give you 3,000 Purple Sun Pills! How about it?"

He had calculated clearly: in this Inner Sect Grand Competition's round of sixteen elimination, the longer one stayed on the stage, the higher their final ranking would be.

Although he had no hope for the top sixteen, he could try for seventeenth place.

Hearing this, Zhang Yang raised an eyebrow, a look of surprise flashing in his eyes.

He hadn't expected Yu Feng to have such a plan.

However, being able to gain a significant amount of cultivation resources for nothing, why not?

"Four thousand."

"Good! It's a deal! Done!" Yu Feng agreed immediately without any hesitation, as if afraid Zhang Yang would go back on his word.

Seeing Yu Feng agree so easily, Zhang Yang suddenly felt he had lost out; he should have asked for more.

At the highest level of the spectator stand, everyone present was an Infant Transformation Realm Martial Artist. Naturally, they could hear the conversation between Zhang Yang and Yu Feng clearly.

For a moment, several gazes filled with amusement turned toward Grand Elder Yu Huai, who was sitting to one side.

Grand Elder Yu Huai's ancient robes billowed without wind, his expression unchanged. What was the big deal?

This was called being able to bend and stretch; that's what makes a real man!

Besides, exchanging four thousand Purple Sun Pills for seventeenth place in this Inner Sect Grand Competition was already a bargain!

Elder Wang looked at the dissipating phantom of the ancient Dragon Elephant below, his face turning sluggish.

He remembered that Zhang Yang had only received this Martial Skill a few days ago, hadn't he?

What was with this phantom of the ancient Dragon Elephant that looked almost solid?

He had already cultivated it to Perfection?

A storm surged in Elder Wang's heart, and he even began to suspect if Zhang Yang had practiced this Martial Skill before.

This cultivation speed was simply inconceivable!

"Not bad!" Sect Master Ling Yue's voice rang out with approval, pulling Elder Wang back from his shock.

"His Physical Body is very strong! I remember this Dragon Elephant Fist is quite difficult to practice, right? To think he's already reached Perfection!"

Sect Master Ling Yue looked at Zhang Yang below with some satisfaction. To be able to exert such an effect with the Dragon Elephant Fist, Zhang Yang's Physical Body strength must not be low.

Elder Wang opened his mouth, looking at the Sect Master's appreciative expression. He considered whether he should tell the Sect Master how long Zhang Yang had been cultivating this fist technique, but in the end, the words reached his lips and he swallowed them back down.

On the Martial Arts Stage, with the deal concluded, Yu Feng's taut nerves finally relaxed. He felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted and sat down alone on the stage.

Zhang Yang also ignored him, his gaze like lightning as it swept over the battle situations in other sub-divisions.

In sub-division number six, he spotted a familiar person: Jiang Haochuan.

Unfortunately, they were facing one of the favorites to win the title, Du Qi.

Everyone in their sub-division was besieging Du Qi, but they couldn't even break through his defense.

Yet Du Qi used only one move. A saber light that could destroy heaven and earth flashed across, and everyone in the entire sub-division was teleported out of the Martial Arts Stage.

"At least the fifth level of Saber Intent! This Du Qi is getting stronger and stronger!"

Watching this from the side, Yu Feng couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice, his tone filled with deep wariness.

Hearing this, Zhang Yang was slightly stunned and glanced at Yu Feng.

This kid actually got it right! Based on that move just now, Zhang Yang also realized that Du Qi had comprehended Saber Intent to the fifth level.

Seeing Zhang Yang's look, Yu Feng quickly explained, "My father is a saber user and I'm often trained by him, so I'm able to sense it."

Zhang Yang nodded slightly.

With an Nascent Transformation Realm saber master as a father providing year-round personal guidance, it made sense that Yu Feng could perceive this fifth-level Saber Intent.

Zhang Yang continued to watch other sub-divisions. In another one, he happened to see someone pleading bitterly, their words exactly the same as Yu Feng's earlier proposal.

However, the person opposite him was clearly not Zhang Yang.

That person had a cold expression and eyes as sharp as swords. Faced with the plea for mercy, his only response was a sharp and peerless sword light!

The sword light flashed and vanished. The light membrane on the pleading Disciple instantly shattered, and they were teleported away.

Zhang Yang's gaze locked onto the swordsman, and his heart stirred.

This person was exactly the young man he had met once by the mountain peak when he first entered Xuan Yuan Peak!

"That's Xiao Yu, also one of the favorites for the top three!" Yu Feng introduced in a low voice at the right moment.

An hour later, only one person remained in all the rest of the sub-divisions.

At this moment, Yu Feng stood up and gave Zhang Yang a solemn cupped-fist salute.

"Thank you for your help, Senior Brother Zhang Yang! If you have some free time in the future, you're welcome to visit Shui Yun Peak for a chat."

"As for those four thousand Purple Sun Pills, this little brother will personally deliver them later!"

Having said that, Yu Feng hesitated no longer.

He took a deep breath, then condensed his True Essence. With a palm carrying the heavy sound of wind, he struck his own crown with his backhand without hesitation!

"Pfft!"

The protective light membrane shattered upon the palm strike. Amidst the flashing light, Yu Feng's figure disappeared from the Martial Arts Stage.

Dong—!

The ring of a bell resounded throughout the inside and outside of Xuan Yuan Peak.

The Inner Sect Grand Competition's top sixteen has been settled!