In Luoyun City, it was Peng Qianqiu!
There was a commotion in the crowd as they recognized the first man to step onto the arena as a talented young figure from Luoyun City, with a cultivation level in the Blood Refinement stage.
Soon after, a young man in black named Wu Zhuang from Guangling City stepped onto the arena.
After a brief exchange of pleasantries, they immediately began their intense competition.
Every now and then, cheers erupted from the audience.
The atmosphere in the arena became heated.
The influential figures in the seats conversed with each other, casually commenting, relatively calm.
Everyone knew that this was just the beginning.
Standing among the crowd, Su Yi shook his head after only a brief glance.
To him, this kind of sparring and martial arts competition was rather boring and lacked excitement.
His gaze shifted towards the distant river.
Compared to the competition, the Grand Cang River under the night sky was truly magnificent.
The lights were lit, countless sails floated, and on each boat, people craned their necks to watch, whispering to each other, toasting and enjoying themselves, or cheering loudly...
Even on some pleasure boats, the sound of musical instruments could be heard, with graceful singers and dancers entertaining the guests.
On both sides of the river, although the common people couldn't see the scene of the Longmen Grand Competition, just hearing it from afar filled them with excitement.
People, after all, were just here to watch the spectacle.
As for who would win or lose, only those who cared were concerned.
The various lives and characters of the world were presented one by one amidst these thousands of lights and shadows, which was quite interesting.
In this way, quietly enjoying all of this, Su Yi no longer felt bored.
On the arena, one martial arts match after another took place. The participants were all young people from the two cities, not exceeding eighteen years old, with their cultivation levels mostly in the Blood Refinement stage.
In the matches, there were victories and defeats.
According to the rules, when no one dared to challenge the defender on the stage, the defender would become the first place winner of the Longmen Grand Competition.
About half an hour later.
Nie Teng, the son of Nie Beihu, stepped onto the arena, which piqued Su Yi's interest, causing him to shift his gaze.
Nie Teng was heroic and mighty, with a calm temperament. He was already a prominent figure in the Songyun Sword Sect. With his appearance, he caused quite a stir.
Even some important figures stopped their conversations and looked over.
Nie Teng lived up to everyone's expectations, demonstrating a profound cultivation surpassing his peers. What was rare was his rich and cunning battle experience.
In the following time, he won thirteen consecutive matches!
This was the best record since the start of the Longmen Grand Competition.
The spectators outside the arena erupted with unprecedented enthusiasm, cheering incessantly.
According to the rules, as long as Nie Teng won two more matches, he could step down from the stage to rest and wait until his physical strength recovered to participate again.
But in the fourteenth match, Nie Teng encountered a formidable opponent and was ultimately defeated.
Many people felt regret, but no one mocked him.
Because achieving a record of thirteen consecutive victories in the Longmen Grand Competition was already extremely dazzling among the younger generation.
"His temperament is good, and his battle experience is commendable. It's obvious that he has gone through the harsh training of brutal killings. However, it's a pity that his cultivation technique and martial arts are a bit crude..."
Just as he was contemplating, Huang Qianjun had already stepped onto the arena!
"This kid lacks patience and still needs to temper his temperament," Su Yi raised an eyebrow.
However, when Huang Qianjun easily defeated his opponent with overwhelming force, it caused a great sensation in the arena, and the atmosphere became fervent.
Because the opponent he defeated was the same person who had just defeated Nie Teng!
This comparison made Nie Teng appear somewhat inferior, nowhere near as impressive as Huang Qianjun.
What surprised everyone was that no one had expected Huang Qianjun, this notorious playboy, to possess such formidable combat strength. This unexpected turn of events even astonished some influential figures and shattered their preconceptions.
"Huang brother, your son is extraordinary!"
"Didn't expect it, truly didn't expect it. Like father, like son indeed."
...Some nearby important figures praised one after another, Huang Yunchong's face beamed with pride, feeling extremely proud in his heart.
How could he not know how bad his son's reputation used to be?
But now, who would dare to underestimate him?
"It's all thanks to Young Master Su's guidance."
Huang Yunchong secretly sighed with emotion. Whenever he thought of Su Yi, he couldn't help but feel a deep admiration.
"How does my son feel?"
Nie Beihu looked at the confident Huang Qianjun on the stage and the defeated Nie Teng by his side, his heart filled with complicated emotions.
How could he not be aware that Huang Qianjun's complete transformation was entirely thanks to Su Yi?
If his son had followed his arrangements and worked under Su Yi, the benefits he would have gained in cultivation would undoubtedly surpass Huang Qianjun, wouldn't they?
The more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable Nie Beihu felt.
"Father, I don't feel discouraged."
Nie Teng remained calm, speaking calmly, "It's just a single defeat, and it won't affect me. On the contrary, it made me realize some of my own shortcomings. As long as I correct them, I will be able to make further progress in martial arts."
Nie Beihu was momentarily stunned, and his complex emotions dissipated, replaced by gratification. He said, "Not becoming arrogant in victory and not feeling dejected in defeat. With such a mentality, my son will surely achieve great things one day."
Suddenly, Huang Qianjun shouted from the stage, "Wen Jueyuan, do you dare to step forward and fight now!"
With these words, the lively atmosphere in the arena abruptly quieted down, and everyone showed disbelief on their faces.
Even the influential figures were shocked.
Wen Jueyuan!
This person is an outstanding figure who is vying for the first place in the Longmen Grand Competition, and he is highly regarded by everyone in Guangling City.
Even the young generation of Luoyun City considers Wen Jueyuan as their number one rival!
Who would have expected Huang Qianjun to challenge Wen Jueyuan at this moment?
Immediately, the whole arena erupted in an uproar.
"Huang brother, when did your son become so audacious?" Li Tianhan couldn't help but laugh, his words tinged with mockery.
"This is the spirit that a young person should have," Huang Yunchong said calmly without getting angry.
Lord Fu Shan smiled and spoke, "This kid is indeed full of vigor and extraordinary courage. Even if he loses, he deserves praise."
"Indeed, not bad," Zhou Huaiqiu nodded.
"Don't praise this kid too much. He's just a reckless brat," Huang Yunchong waved his hand with a smile. Zhou Huaiqiu's brief evaluation made him feel relieved.
After all, this was recognition from an elder of the Qinghe Sword Sect's Inner Sect!
"Heh," Li Tianhan sneered without saying a word.
As for Wen Changqing, he had been somewhat absent-minded throughout.
Having just experienced the pain of losing his son, his whole demeanor had changed. Since he took his seat, he had been wearing a gloomy face, remaining silent and refusing to eat or drink.
"This Huang Qianjun is simply arrogant!"
"I can't wait to see how he will be defeated later."
Meanwhile, the sons and disciples of the Wen family, who saw Huang Qianjun challenging Wen Jueyuan, sneered coldly.
Especially Wen Shaobei, his face was filled with excitement as he gritted his teeth and said, "This playboy is seeking trouble on his own. Who can blame anyone else?"
Soon, under the gaze of countless eyes, Wen Jueyuan stepped onto the stage.
Dressed in white, his figure was lofty, and he carried a long sword at his waist. As soon as he appeared, cheers erupted from the audience, and some young girls even let out excited screams.
It must be said that Wen Jueyuan's popularity was extremely high, and every move he made received countless attention.
"At least you didn't let me underestimate you," Wen Jueyuan said coldly on the stage.
He hadn't expected Huang Qianjun to dare to challenge him.
"Cut the bullshit!"
Before the words had even settled, Huang Qianjun launched a fierce attack.
His momentum was like a mighty mountain, unparalleled in its dominance.
In his hands, he displayed the Xingyi Fist technique. With each punch, his hands, elbows, waist, and hips moved in unison, twisting his body like a rope, infusing his punches with explosive power.
With every breath, combining movement and stillness, his presence was like a godly drummer, shaking the heavens and the earth!
"Hmm!"
Many important figures narrowed their pupils and keenly sensed that Huang Qianjun's martial arts were extraordinary, exuding a captivating force.
"How could this playboy undergo such a tremendous transformation..."
Li Tianhan furrowed his brows.
However, when Wen Jueyuan made his move, everyone's eyes lit up once again.
They saw---
His figure floated gracefully, effortlessly breaking through Huang Qianjun's punches with the flick of his palm, showing ease and proficiency.
In the subsequent battle, Wen Jueyuan steadily advanced, his palm winds raging like a storm, launching a relentless and swift offensive. In his elegance, there was a sharp fierceness.
Soon, Huang Qianjun found himself on the defensive, barely holding on, waiting for his opponent to exhaust himself and reveal an opening so he could counterattack.
Cheers and exclamations erupted from the audience.
This battle was undoubtedly going to be more thrilling and intense!
Both Huang Qianjun and Wen Jueyuan displayed profound martial arts skills, capturing the attention of the important figures.
Wen Jueyuan's strength was already within their expectations.
However, what they didn't anticipate was that Huang Qianjun could withstand Wen Jueyuan's attacks!
This was truly unexpected.
"If this trend continues, Huang Qianjun will definitely lose."
Su Yi had been watching the battle all along, and when he saw this, he already had an answer in his heart.
Although Huang Qianjun had made great progress, he was still a level below Wen Jueyuan and couldn't make up for it in a short period of time.
However, as long as Huang Qianjun didn't slack off in the future, he was destined to surpass Wen Jueyuan.
As expected, the outcome was soon decided.
Huang Qianjun lost!
Although he had been struggling to hold on, hoping to seize a moment of weakness for a counterattack, Wen Jueyuan never gave him a chance.
This leader of the young generation of the Wen family, who had attracted so much attention, displayed an incredibly terrifying combat power among his peers. In the end, he broke through Huang Qianjun's defense with a single powerful palm strike, landing it on his chest.
Bang!
Huang Qianjun stumbled and fell to the ground. He tried to struggle to get up, but he couldn't.
At this moment, people could see that his chest clothing was torn, and his skin bore an indented palm imprint!
Many young talents gasped in cold air, shivering down their spines.
The power exhibited by Wen Jueyuan was undeniably overwhelming!
The city fell silent for a moment, then erupted into a thunderous cheer, applauding the victorious Wen Jueyuan. Some important figures couldn't help but applaud and praise him.
The members of the Wen family, both the elders and the younger generation, couldn't help but smile with joy.
Wen Jueyuan's victory brought them pride and glory.
At this moment, Wen Jueyuan became the center of attention, dressed in white like snow, radiating unmatched brilliance.