"Round 1, Yang Sanchen vs. Xiao Jijun," said Han Tianling.
When his name was called, Xiao Jijun jumped up and onto the stage, glaring at Yang Sanchen with a cold expression and saying, "Yang Sanchen, come up here to die!"
Yang Dalin frowned and asked, "Morning, do you have any confidence?"
"Father, if I kill him, can you handle it?" Yang Sanchen smiled.
"No matter who you kill, Father can handle it," replied Yang Dalin with a hint of arrogance.
"Father, you better not boast!"
Yang Sanchen said and jumped up onto the stage.
"Eastern Lord, Ling Xianzi, I have something I want to clarify first," Yang Sanchen bowed.
"What is it? Just say it!" Eastern Jie said indifferently.
"Xiao Jijun spoke of wanting to kill me. If I kill him, will it be considered a violation?" Yang Sanchen asked.
"It won't be considered a violation. Your life and death are not interfered with by Tianyuan Palace," Eastern Jie replied calmly.
"The battle begins," said Han Tianling.
"Yang Sanchen, die!"
As Han Tianling finished speaking, Xiao Jijun drew his sword and slashed at Yang Sanchen.
"Klang!"
"Humph!"
Yang Sanchen grunted and drew his Qingxiu Sword, stepping onto the Phantom Footwork and rushing towards Xiao Jijun in an instant.
"Dangdangdang... "Swish... swish..."
"Klang."
In less than two rounds, Yang Lingchen's elegant sword was back in its sheath, and then he turned and walked down the stage.
"Bang!"
When Yang Lingchen reached the ground, Xiao Jijun's body fell heavily on the stage, with blood gushing out from his neck. By this time, Xiao Jijun had already stopped breathing.
"Ah!"
At this moment, the scene was completely silent.
Even Lingyan Yun and Dongfang Jie, who were watching from the stands, couldn't help but look at Yang Lingchen more closely.
"My son."
Xiao Shuming quickly rushed onto the stage, holding Xiao Jijun's body in his arms, the pain in his eyes was obvious.
"Little bastard, give me my son's life back."
Xiao Shuming roared, his whole person looked like he had gone crazy, and he immediately rushed towards Yang Lingchen.
"Father, get him."
Yang Lingchen's figure flashed, and he immediately hid behind Yang Dalin.
"Xiao Shuming, you're asking for death."
Yang Dalin coldly snarled, and suddenly, a terrifying aura erupted from his body. He raised his hand and unleashed an air wave, which was aimed straight at Xiao Shuming and struck him hard.
"Puff..."
"Ah... ah... ah..."
Xiao Shuming let out a horrifying scream as he was in mid-air, and was thrown backward by Yang Dalin's casual strike.
"Xiao Shuming, listen to me, if you dare to lay a hand on my son again, I'll wipe out your entire clan." Yang Dalin's voice was colder than ice. At this moment, the crowd gathered at the scene was shocked beyond belief, even the city lord Xuan Tianling and the head of the Lin family, Lin Yaoyang, were standing motionless on the spot.
Even Ling Yancloud and Dongfang Jie's eyes showed a hint of apprehension.
As far as the people of Xuan Yang City were concerned, the Yang family, both young and old, should be the weakest among the four great families.
But the fighting ability that Yang Daolin had just displayed was enough to crush the other three families with ease.
"Yang Daolin, I never expected you to have reached the 4th realm," said Xiao Shuoming with wide-open eyes, filled with terror. After saying this, he fainted.
"The second match, Lin Beiyang against Lin Beiyang," said Xuan Tianling, stepping forward again.
This was a battle between two sons of Lin Yaoyang, no matter who won or lost, it wouldn't make any difference to Lin Yaoyang, as both of them were his sons.
"I concede," said Lin Beiyang, choosing to give up. He was only at the 2nd realm, layer 1, while Lin Beiyang was at the 2nd realm, layer 2. The gap in their strength was considerable.
"The next match, Yang Lianming against Lin Beiyang," Xuan Tianling announced loudly.
Hearing his name, Yang Lianming once again climbed onto the stage.
"Youngster, did you beat up my second brother?" Lin Beiyang asked in a cold tone.
"Yes, and what are you going to do about it?" Yang Licheng's lips curled into a cold smile, as he hated it when others tried to show off in front of him.
"Stupid and unaware of death, thinking that you have defeated Xiao Jijun, the worthless loser, and have the right to be arrogant in front of me. Today, I will show you that there are people better than you out there," he said with a cold expression.
Lin Beichen's eyes were cold, as the first genius of Xuanling City, he didn't expect Yang Licheng to speak to him like this.
"Your brother used to act like this, but in the end, I beat him to a pulp," Yang Licheng sneered.
"You're asking for death," Lin Beichen's anger was boiling, and he unleashed a powerful punch, with freezing qi and a cold killing intent, aimed straight at Yang Licheng.
"Stop!" Yang Licheng shouted, and at the same time, he moved to the side.
"Isn't it too late to beg for mercy now?" Lin Beichen's tone was filled with a hint of mockery.
"The City Lord hasn't said 'begin' yet! What you've done is against the rules, do you know that? Your behavior can result in the revocation of your examination qualifications by the organizers," Yang Licheng shouted angrily.
"This...?" Lin Beichen looked at City Lord Han Tianling.
"Begin!" Han Tianling said in a low voice.
"Whoosh!"
"Pow!" Just as Han Tianling finished speaking, Yang Licheng transformed into a blur and immediately slapped Lin Beichen across the face.
"Ah... ah..." Lin Beichen let out a horrified cry as he was flung away from the ring and landed heavily on the ground below, fainting instantly.
"Lin Family Head, don't get too worked up. Your son only sustained some external injuries," Yang Chenguang chuckled.
"Humph!" Lin Yaoyang snorted in anger. This kid had the audacity to take advantage of the situation and attack his son!
Lin Beichen was his most promising son for entering the Tianyuan Palace, and now he had been knocked out, meaning the second round of the remaining examination would most likely not be able to participate.
"Next round, Xuan Ruoxue against Lin Beiyang," Xuan Tianling said.
"Xiao Ruoxue, you might as well concede. You won't be able to beat me," Lin Beiyang chuckled.
Although he liked Xuan Ruoxue, the examination quota for the Tianyuan Palace was more important. Women just didn't seem that important at this point.
After all, entering the Tianyuan Palace meant a leap from fish to dragon, with a bright future ahead.
"We'll see about that!" Xuan Ruoxue smiled with a hint of mischief in her eyes, her beautiful eyes exuding a confident smile.
"Begin," Xuan Tianling said.
As soon as Xuan Tianling finished speaking, Xuan Ruoxue and Lin Beiyang began fighting.
Both of them were at the second level of the second layer, but Lin Beiyang had been at the second layer for several months longer than Xuan Ruoxue.
However, Lin Beiyang was clearly holding back, as he didn't want to hurt the woman he liked. While Xuan Ruoxue was attacking relentlessly, Lin Beiyang was counterattacking fiercely. The two of them exchanged blows for dozens of rounds, with neither gaining an advantage. Gradually, Lin Beiyang lost his patience, so he unleashed his most powerful move, intending to defeat Xuan Ruoxue decisively.
Lin Beiyang swung his sword in an arc and aimed it at Xuan Ruoxue. However, Xuan Ruoxue quickly dodged and counterattacked with her sword. Just as their swords were about to touch, Xuan Ruoxue's sword path suddenly changed, emitting a flash of white light as it swept across Lin Beiyang's wrist. Instantly, Lin Beiyang's sword fell to the ground, and Xuan Ruoxue kicked him in the chest, sending him flying off the stage.
"You actually broke my Jinghong Swordplay," Lin Beiyang said in disbelief.
"Your Jinghong Swordplay has been thoroughly studied by me," Xuan Ruoxue replied with a look of contempt.
During this time, Lin Beiyang had been pursuing Xuan Ruoxue, and the two of them would often spar together. Lin Beiyang had not held back in his training with Xuan Ruoxue, as he had enjoyed the admiring looks in her eyes. However, he had not expected that Xuan Ruoxue had been studying his swordplay weaknesses.