120: Chapter 120 Individual Thoughts

He took out a jade slip from the drawing box; on it was carved a number—One.

The first match.

Ye Yun's expression was indifferent as he put away the jade slip and returned to his seat.

Soon, the list for the first round of duels was announced.

Ye Yun's opponent was a thin Outer Sect Disciple with a cultivation of Great Martial Artist - 2nd Stage.

When that person saw the two words "Ye Yun" on the list, his Face instantly turned pale, his legs went weak, and he almost couldn't stand steadily.

When it was his turn to go up, he stood on the arena, looking at Ye Yun, who stood opposite him with his hands behind his back.

He swallowed hard and tremblingly raised his hand.

"I... I forfeit!"

The entire audience went into an uproar, followed by a burst of laughter.

That person ran off the stage in disgrace, not even daring to look back.

Ye Yun didn't even have to lift a hand to easily advance.

On the high platform, Murong Yun watched this scene and sneered.

"A bunch of trash, they don't even have the courage to fight."

Murong Qingyue looked at the tall and straight figure on the arena, a strange light flashing in her eyes as she said softly,

"Brother, he's quite amazing; as soon as he stands there, his opponent forfeits."

Murong Yun glanced at her and said indifferently,

"He's just bullying the weak. If he truly encounters a strong person, he won't even know how he died."

He didn't notice that his sister's gaze had been fixed on that youth the entire time.

Below the arena, Mu Wanyao watched Ye Yun easily advance, a faint smile playing on her lips.

Zhao Xinyue clapped and cheered from the side, even happier than if she had won herself.

On the edge of the crowd, Han Qingxue's cold lips curved into an extremely faint arc.

She turned and disappeared into the crowd.

...

The subsequent matches proceeded in full swing.

Zhao Hu was the first to take the stage, his opponent being an older Disciple at the Middle Stage of the Great Martial Artist - 2nd Stage.

The two were evenly matched, and the fight was inseparable.

Relying on a surge of ruthlessness, Zhao Hu managed to pierce the opponent's shoulder with his spear at the final moment, winning with difficulty.

When he came off the stage, he was covered in wounds, yet he couldn't stop smiling.

Zhou Wen's opponent was slightly weaker; he fought steadily and advanced smoothly.

pleural had good luck, drawing a newcomer at the Great Martial Artist First Level, and took the win easily.

Zhang Yuan was the most unfortunate; his opponent was an older Disciple ranked seventh in the Outer Sect, at the Early Stage of the Great Martial Artist Fourth Level.

He gave it his all but still lost; however, it was a glorious defeat that earned a round of applause.

The most eye-catching was Lin Xiao's match.

As the tenth rank in the Outer Sect, his opponent was just an ordinary Disciple, and he resolved the battle in just a few moves.

As he stepped off the stage, his cold gaze swept over Ye Yun's direction, with unreadable emotions hidden deep in his eyes.

Additionally, Shen Lang, ranked first in the Outer Sect, Zhao Feng, ranked fourth, and Sun Yang, ranked sixth, also advanced one after another.

They displayed overwhelming strength.

After the first round ended, four people from the dormitory had advanced and one was eliminated, which was already a very good result.

Zhao Hu and the others gathered together, excitedly discussing the upcoming matches.

Ye Yun sat to the side, his expression calm.

However, his gaze occasionally swept over Murong Yun and Murong Qingyue on the high platform.

He had a faint premonition in his heart that the true killing intent had only just begun.

...

The second round of matches kicked off under the afternoon sun.

The crowd in the Martial Arts Arena was even denser than in the morning, with cheers and discussions rising and falling.

On the high platform, several Elders sat in their places.

Their gazes occasionally swept over the arena, their calm expressions carrying a hint of scrutiny.

To them, the Outer Sect Grand Competition was nothing more than a routine matter.

A seedling that could truly catch their eye might not even appear once in ten years.

Elder Zhou sat on the left, with Wang Yuyan still following him.

Her gaze searched the crowd for Ye Yun's figure, a faint smile hanging on her lips.

The Elders nearby occasionally exchanged a few words, commenting on the performances on the field.

"That one named Shen Lang is not bad, Great Martial Master Level 5 Peak, with a solid Foundation."

A White-haired Elder nodded slightly.

"First in the Outer Sect, he indeed has some skill. But I heard there's a newcomer this year who's making quite a splash, what was his name, Ye Yun?"

Another Elder asked, raising an eyebrow.

Elder Zhou smiled faintly:

"That kid is indeed quite interesting; you'll see in a moment."

...

The second round of drawing soon began.

The opponent Ye Yun drew was Zhao Feng, ranked eighth in the Outer Sect, with a cultivation at the Middle Stage of the Great Martial Artist Fourth Level.

He had some impression of this person.

He hadn't seen him in Zhou Tong and the others' courtyard before, so he likely wasn't one of Murong Yun's people.

The two climbed onto the arena and stood facing each other.

Zhao Feng looked at Ye Yun opposite him, a complicated light flashing in his eyes.

There was wariness, awe, and also a hint of eager Battle Intent.

"Junior Brother Ye Yun, I know I am no match for you."

Zhao Feng cupped his fists in greeting, his tone sincere.

"But since I've stepped onto the stage, I must have a fight. I ask Junior Brother to show some mercy and leave me some Face."

Ye Yun looked at him, a faint smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

This person was quite sensible and knew his place.

He nodded and likewise cupped his fists in return.

"Senior Brother Zhao is too polite, please."

The two moved at the same time.

Zhao Feng's offensive was sharp, his fists whistling with power, every move giving it his all.

Ye Yun, however, responded calmly from beginning to end, his Flowing Cloud Steps effortlessly evading most of the attacks.

When he occasionally struck back, he also perfectly controlled it within a range that the opponent could handle.

After ten moves, Ye Yun struck Zhao Feng's shoulder with a palm, his power controlled with precision.

He knocked him back three steps without causing the slightest injury.

Zhao Feng steadied himself, took a breath, and then bowed deeply with cupped fists, his Face full of respect.

"Thank you for showing mercy, Junior Brother! I lose, and I am completely convinced!"

Ye Yun cupped his fists in return, and the two smiled at each other before walking off the stage one after another.

A burst of warm applause erupted from below the stage.

Although the winner of this match had been decided, it was fought with grace and won respect.

On the high platform, Elder Zhou nodded slightly, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes.

"This kid not only has great strength but also a good Heart-Nature. He knows to leave Face for his opponent and is neither arrogant nor impetuous."

The other Elders nearby also nodded, their evaluation of Ye Yun rising a few more points.

Only Murong Yun, sitting in the VIP seats, had an even more intense killing intent in his eyes.

He watched Ye Yun's back as he calmly stepped off the stage.

A cold arc curled at the corner of his mouth as his gaze slowly shifted to Lin Xiao on the other side.

Lin Xiao felt that gaze and trembled all over.

He then lowered his head, his hands unconsciously clenching inside his sleeves.

[Rest assured, Brother Yun, this time, I will definitely kill him.]

...

The subsequent matches proceeded quickly.

In the third round, Zhao Hu encountered Wu Gang, ranked fifth in the Outer Sect.

Although Wu Gang's legs had been crippled by Ye Yun, after two days of treatment, he could barely take the stage, though his strength was greatly discounted.

Zhao Hu gave it his all and finally won by a narrow margin, advancing to the next round.

Zhou Wen's luck wasn't as good; his opponent was Zhao Feng, ranked fourth in the Outer Sect.

Although Zhao Feng had just lost to Ye Yun, he was still more than enough to deal with Zhou Wen.

Zhou Wen fought hard for dozens of moves but was ultimately defeated, losing with regret.

In the fourth round, Zhao Hu stopped at the Top 16, yet he was already grinning from ear to ear.

For him, being able to reach this step was already an extraordinary performance.

Meanwhile, Ye Yun crushed his way through, winning every match easily.

He even encountered Shen Lang, the number one in the Outer Sect, in the fifth round.