"The ninth match, number 144 versus number 669!"
As soon as Ye Changkong's match was announced, a disciple standing nearby stumbled and almost fell to the ground.
"Damn it, I must have had bad luck for eight lifetimes! In the very first match, I have to face this unlucky star."
The outer sect disciple held his number 669 jade token, his face showing despair and fear even before the fight began.
This disciple was none other than Chu Yun, who had been insulting Ye Changkong in front of his courtyard with several Tianyun Peak lower-level disciples for the past ten days.
"Perform well, even if you can't beat him, you should still find a way to harm him. The elders will reward you later."
One of Tianyun Peak's elite disciples patted Chu Yun's shoulder and said in a low voice in his ear.
These words made Chu Yun, who was wavering between whether to fight or not, feel relieved.
The pace of battles on the fighting stage was very fast, one round followed by another.
The first round had just begun, and there were more people on each platform. The differences in strength between matches were significant, and there were few evenly matched fights.
The eight fights ended in less than half an hour.
Soon it was Ye Changkong's turn. With a light leap, he floated down to the seventh competition stage.
As soon as his opponent also stepped onto the stage, Ye Changkong suddenly smiled, and a strange look appeared in his eyes.
"Ye...Ye Changkong..."
When Chu Yun stood on the stage, he found that he couldn't directly face Ye Changkong at all.
The scene of Ye Changkong showing his might by killing Huang Wei on Qingyun Peak popped into his head. Fear spread in his heart.
"Aren't you very eager to challenge me? Take this opportunity to show yourself." Ye Changkong walked forward slowly and said with a smile. "Why don't you dare to fight?"
"I was forced to do this."
As the figure in front of him approached, the pressure on Chu Yun increased.
"Yeah, I know. So I'll show mercy."
Ye Changkong clenched his fist, and the joints between his fingers made a crackling sound.
Seeing the other's momentum and what looked like a cruel sneer, Chu Yun felt like crying.
If he surrendered now, not only would he be looked down upon by others at Tianyun Peak, but it would also cause dissatisfaction among many senior brothers. The consequences would be worse than being beaten up by Ye Changkong on stage.
"Ye Changkong, the disciples of Tianyun Peak have integrity. I won't be afraid of you!"
Suddenly, Chu Yun lifted his head and rushed towards Ye Changkong, shouting loudly.
Although he tried his best, he was still just putting on an act. His cultivation level and strength were outmatched, and no matter how fierce he seemed, he was just an empty show.
"Get off the stage."
Without even looking closely, Ye Changkong flew forward and punched.
Chu Yun, who had not yet launched an attack, was knocked out of the competition stage and fell to the ground.
Chu Yun was already far inferior in strength to Ye Changkong, and he was scared to the point of losing even before the battle began.
"That's it?"
The steward referee on the stage was slightly surprised that the result came too quickly?
After all, Chu Yun was a third-layer disciple of the Pulse Condensation Realm. Even if he was at the bottom of Tianyun Peak, he should be able to resist Ye Changkong's punch, right?
"The seventh fighting stage, number 144, Ye Changkong wins." The referee quickly announced the result.
Ye Changkong easily won his first match.
However, he didn't feel any sense of achievement. Chu Yun was just a small character in Tianyun Peak.
Under the seventh fighting stage, the first round of matches ended quickly, and the second round soon began.
"Number 144 versus number 750."
The steward in charge of the seventh fighting stage quickly assigned the next round of matches.
This round of matches was between the winners and losers of the previous round.
With each round, the strength gap between the competitors gradually narrowed, and the overall ranking could be determined based on the number of wins and losses.
In the second round, Ye Changkong was the first one to fight.
His opponent was a third-layer disciple of Diyun Peak.
After this disciple stepped onto the fighting stage and looked at Ye Changkong, his face showed a lot of panic. He quickly determined that Ye Changkong had cultivation of the fourth-layer of the Pulse Condensation Realm based on the aura he exuded.
If Ye Changkong could kill Huang Wei and have higher cultivation than him, then how could he win this fight?
"Hurry up and surrender. Don't waste everyone's time."
The spectators below the stage saw the fear on this disciple's face and immediately burst into laughter, causing the young man to turn red with shame. Ye Changkong smiled and thought it was ridiculous that the elders of Diyun Peak refused him in the past, when these disciples who seemed like petty characters to him were alloweed to join Tianyun Peak and Diyun Peak.
"Don't laugh at me, Ye Changkong!"
This disciple of Diyun Peak charged towards Ye Changkong with a red face, shouting loudly. Although he was also afraid of Ye Changkong, he had some courage, at least daring to take the initiative to fight him.
"Mighty Fist!"
This disciple gathered all his strength and punched towards Ye Changkong.
What he used was only a low-tier yellow-ranked martial skill that used courage to drive it, similar to the Qi of Fury in the Furious Killing Fist.
However, this disciple had lost his courage and the power he displayed was only half of what it should have been.
"Go down."
Ye Changkong casually punched him and even without using any martial skills or spiritual power, he met his punch.
As Ye Changkong made his move, many people below felt that he was making a show of his strength.
Although his opponent lost his courage and his cultivation was a lower realm than Ye Changkong, Mighty Fist was still a yellow-ranked middle-grade martial skill.
Ye Changkong actually confronted him with pure physical strength?
Bang!
Before the discussion below the stage could end, the two fists collided.
The disciple of Diyun Peak groaned in pain and flew out of the battle stage, falling to the ground with a thud.
"So fast?"
Referee Cai just hesitated a bit, then spoke mechanically, "Number 144, Ye Changkong wins."
During the initial stages of the Outer Sect Grand Tournament every year, when the relative strength of both sides is uncertain, there isn't much meaning to it.
After stepping down, he had to wait until the second round of battles, which took quite a long time, and the third round began immediately after.
"It's number 144 versus number 985."
Before long, it was Ye Changkong's turn again.
In the third round, Ye Changkong's opponent was not weak, he was a disciple of Tianyun Peak at the fourth level of the Pulse Condensation Realm, holding a silver rod-like spear.
"Begin!"
The referee did not want to waste any time and promptly announced the start of the match.
Ye Changkong did not want to consume too much energy in this meaningless competition either.
As soon as the sound of the start of the match ended, he moved directly towards his opponent.
"Go down."
With a cold voice, Ye Changkong accurately hit the vital point of his opponent like a bolt from the blue.
That Tianyun Peak disciple didn't even have time to react, and was instantly knocked out.
"Even without using martial skills or spiritual power, he has already won three matches in a row. What level of strength has Ye Changkong truly reached?"
At the seventh station platform, some elite disciples of Tianyun Peak frowned deeply.
Yesterday, they were still expressing their indignation to Elder Luo Qing, saying that they could make sure Ye Changkong couldn't even pass the first round.
But now, after witnessing Ye Changkong's strength, they were all deep in thought, wondering if they could be Ye Changkong's opponents.
Next, there were two more rounds of battles, with Ye Changkong still using the simplest and most brute force pure physical strength, quickly solving the fights.
He won all five matches in a row with ease!
Finally, in the fifth round of the fight, Ye Changkong encountered an elite disciple of Tianyun Peak.
"Matthew, suppress that kid's arrogance and don't let us lose face for Tianyun Peak!"
Immediately, there were disciples of Tianyun Peak shouting loudly below the stage.
"Ye Changkong, do not think that just because you have won a few games, you are outstanding. It's only because you have not yet encountered a real opponent."
Matthew was tall and mighty, and even more burly than Zhang Tie from earlier. He exuded a kind of pressure just by standing there.
Feeling the expectant gazes of his younger disciples below, he burst out laughing arrogantly, "Ye Changkong, when you meet me, your journey will end here."
"Who is overestimating themselves?"
With a sneer, Ye Changkong said more arrogantly, "Even if I haven't met a real opponent yet, it won't be you."
This was simply too arrogant!
Matthew's chest rose and fell violently with unbearable anger. Although Huang Wei was the number one person on Sanxiu Peak, he was only an attendant disciple of Tianyun Peak. What qualifications did Ye Changkong have to be so arrogant in front of him?
Under such contempt, Matthew was instantly furious and erupted with a terrifying punch, hitting Ye Changkong with all his might.
As an elite disciple of Tianyun Peak and he hit with his full power, it would be foolish to underestimate his strength!
"With Matthew, Ye Changkong is afraid to be unlucky."
The disciples below the stage were all pessimistic towards Ye Changkong, and some even shouted loudly, "Matthew, one punch can end him!"
Faced with Matthew's angry hit, Ye Changkong finally used martial skills.
The first move of Furious Killing Fist exploded out with an extremely tough posture, colliding head-on with Matthew's fist!
Boom!
A dull sound suddenly exploded on the seventh battle stage.
In the next moment, Matthew spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his arm that collided head-on with Ye Changkong softened, all the bones from the knuckles extending to the arms were shattered, piercing through his flesh. That bloody sight made people's scalp tingle.
Immediately after, Ye Changkong rushed forward and kicked him out of the battle stage.
"Number 144, Ye Changkong wins!"
When Elder Cai announced the result, the disciples below the stage immediately made a sound of sucking in cold air.
Even elite disciples of Tianyun Peak like Matthew were crushed by Ye Changkong with a single blow! (To be continued)