Not only Lin Xiao, Jia Zhao, and others, but many people also fixed their gazes on Hu Yue. Last time, she defeated nine people in seconds with her illusion technique, which was quite bizarre and special. They were eager to see just how strong Hu Yue’s illusion skills were.
And the reality shocked them. Even a disciple at the first level of Martial King couldn’t withstand a single move from her.
Amid countless stunned onlookers, Hu Yue’s petite figure moved, and her dust-covered soles狠狠地 stomped on Yu Xiang’s face.
“Pfft!”
Dust burst up.
Unlike the nine from the previous round, Hu Yue deliberately held back, not letting Yu Xiang be completely unresponsive to the illusion attack.
After that stomp, a piercing scream rang out, “Ah!!! You wretch, I’ll kill you!!!”
“Pfft!” Immediately, Hu Yue lifted her foot and kicked, sending Yu Xiang’s body tumbling out of the arena.
Blood gushed from Yu Xiang’s mouth, and then she fainted completely.
“You’re the wretch, your whole family is wretched, your relatives and friends are all wretched!” Cursing angrily, Hu Yue strode out of the arena.
The expressions of the blue-robed youth, Jia Zhao, and Xiahou Jing froze. That kick from Hu Yue felt as if it had landed squarely on their faces, making them burn with humiliation.
And Hu Yue’s words directly insulted them. Yu Xiang’s friends were all wretched…
“Courting death!” Xiahou Jing’s heart turned cold, though he didn’t show it, standing there silently.
The crowd was also speechless. This little girl was too ferocious, stomping on someone’s face…
It was outright, blatant humiliation.
Moreover, everyone knew that although Yu Xiang wasn’t particularly strong, she was very close to Xiahou Jing.
With that kick and curse, Hu Yue had thoroughly offended Xiahou Jing.
Seeing the scene, many first-level Martial King disciples felt uneasy. Luckily, they hadn’t been chosen. If they couldn’t withstand her illusion, they’d not only collapse in a frothing, crazed heap but also get their faces stomped on. They’d never live it down in the Holy City.
They could imagine how furious Yu Xiang must be. When she woke up, she’d probably explode…
“Hahaha, that wretch got stomped!”
“Bloody satisfying! Dare to target our Heaven Gate? This is her fate!”
The disciples of Heaven Gate burst into hearty laughter. In the Holy City, killing was forbidden, and high-level experts couldn’t attack them. Even facing Yu Xiang, backed by Xiahou Jing, they had nothing to fear.
That was Heaven Gate’s style—fearless of heaven and earth, hitting back hard when provoked.
“What an interesting little girl!”
Even Baili He, seated in the main position, couldn’t help but sigh. Such a personality in a fifteen- or sixteen-year-old girl was truly unique.
“Merely reckless audacity,” Xiahou Lan beside him shook her head, sighing lightly. She didn’t take Hu Yue’s talent seriously. For a second-level Martial Monarch, such illusion techniques weren’t impressive.
As for Yu Xiang, she ignored her entirely. Regardless of Yu Xiang’s relationship with Xiahou Jing, in her eyes, she was utterly insignificant.
If Xiahou Jing got too close to her, it would only disgrace the Xiahou family.
Such a worthless woman had no right to associate with Xiahou disciples.
“Miss Huan Die, shall we make a move?”
On Arena 43, a refined young man spoke to Huan Die.
Earlier, Huan Die had said she’d act after watching a bit, intending to observe Hu Yue’s fight. Now that Hu Yue’s battle was over, it was time for them to act.
Otherwise, standing too long might draw critical gazes.
Of course, as a refined, handsome youth, he naturally wanted to give the beauty some face, asking before acting.
“All right!” Huan Die smiled seductively.
“Then, Miss Huan Die, be careful.” The refined youth drew a white jade sword, exuding a powerful aura.
But at that moment, Huan Die merely smiled at him, and he froze in shock.
Then, a scene similar to Hu Yue’s arena unfolded.
The refined youth’s body trembled violently, and soon he collapsed, frothing at the mouth and convulsing.
The crowd turned their gazes to Arena 43, all stunned.
It happened again. Hu Yue wasn’t the only one with illusion techniques?
Indeed, in the top-tier grand competition, their geniuses were abundant, and the crowd couldn’t help but marvel.
“Huan Die wins!” With the referee’s announcement, Huan Die claimed victory. Then, people specifically tasked with carrying others came onto the stage to take the refined youth away.
Where was the refined youth’s elegance now?
Looking at the alluringly beautiful Huan Die, many disciples secretly gasped. Luckily, they hadn’t been chosen to face her, or their fate would likely be the same as the refined youth’s—image utterly ruined.
At this point, other arenas were still in combat.
Heavenly Martial disciples were continuously knocked out of arenas, while some evenly matched battles were fiercely intense.
Heaven Gate’s Ba Hu fought brutally, locked in a deadlock, but in the end, he seized an opportunity and defeated his opponent, advancing successfully.
Gou Shi displayed strong combat ability but ultimately couldn’t bridge the gap with a Martial King. After holding on for a quarter of an hour, he was blasted out of the formation, failing the challenge.
As for Wang Long, who was chosen, he easily defeated his opponent, making many wary.
As for Lin Xiao’s recent “acquaintances,” Niu Bi and Ma Bi, they also easily defeated their opponents.
Niu Bi relied on brute strength, landing a few heavy blows to win, while Ma Bi used elusive footwork and sneak attacks. Though he won, many jeered, cursing that a堂堂 Martial King resorted to such despicable tactics against a ninth-level Heavenly Martial.
But with Ma Bi’s thick skin, he didn’t care about anyone’s opinions.
Battles kept concluding, and new Heavenly Martial disciples continued selecting opponents to challenge. Later, even the stronger Martial King disciples were chosen.
Wang Long was challenged five times, fighting to the limit, and won all five. Though he was significantly injured by the fifth, after fighting fully, no further challenges were allowed.
Wang Long was among those who advanced to the third round after fighting the full set.
During this time, no one chose Lin Xiao. They all knew Wang Long was weaker than Lin Xiao, so if they were to challenge, they’d pick Wang Long instead. Thus, Wang Long kept getting challenged.
Unfortunately, after five full matches, no more challenges were permitted.
Similarly, other Heavenly Martial disciples used a war-of-attrition tactic, targeting Martial King disciples who had just fought and selecting them for the next round.
After one defeat, if the opponent didn’t seem overwhelmingly strong, others would challenge consecutively.
After all, continuous fighting was draining, increasing the chances of a successful challenge.
The battles raged on fiercely. When the number of active arenas dropped below fifty—meaning fewer than fifty Heavenly Martial disciples remained—a figure suddenly leaped onto the Life-and-Death Platform, which stood half a head above the other arenas.
The crowd was stunned. A Heavenly Martial disciple had actually rushed onto the Life-and-Death Platform?
