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Chapter 632 - 562: Expelled Henceforth

Chapter 632: Chapter 562: Expelled Henceforth

"Next, I announce that the Qing Bang Tournament is now officially open!"

With Gu Yun’s resonant and powerful voice, the historically most prestigious Qing Bang Tournament had commenced.

Judges from nine different sects and cultivation families, as previously arranged, headed towards the ten competition arenas.

All of them were strong practitioners at the Half-step Gang Qi realm, and were highly respected within their respective sects.

In past Qing Bang Tournaments, their strength would have been sufficient to easily halt the matches, but this time the seed players were so strong that almost none were weaker than the judges, which had long troubled the judging panel.

Finally, Gu Yun decided that he would oversee all the matches in the round-robin himself.

As the leading inner sect elder of the Yanhuang Organization and second only to Yan in strength, having reached the Peak of Gang Qi, he could intervene in the seed players’ matches at any moment to prevent injuries or fatalities.

The judge for Group Ten was Master Kongming from the Shaolin Temple, who had served as a judge in two consecutive Qing Bang Tournaments. This was his third time, and his fair and impartial judging had been highly praised.

"According to the rules of the competition, next, the eight of you will draw lots to compete against each other."

Master Kongming quickly arrived at Group Ten’s arena and gathered the contestants, including Ye Fan and Wang Kun, "The first round of eliminations will take place this morning, the second round in the afternoon, and the third round tomorrow morning to determine the winner."

"Master Kongming, if the fights end early, can we proceed with the second or even the third rounds ahead of schedule?"

Just as Master Kongming finished speaking, Wang Kun spoke up, seemingly eager to defeat Ye Fan and become the winner of Group Ten.

Swish!

Hearing Wang Kun’s words and sensing his undisguised arrogance, all contestants except Ye Fan glared at Wang Kun with annoyance.

"What are you looking at? You are all like a flock of chickens and dogs in front of me; I could easily defeat you using only fifty percent of my strength!" Wang Kun sneered, seeing Ye Fan as his only competitor.

"Hmph!"

Facing Wang Kun’s insults, the other six contestants were annoyed but knew they were no match for him, offering only a few cold snorts in response.

"As long as both parties in a match agree and do not need to adjust, we can proceed with the next matches ahead of schedule."

Master Kongming explained, then gave Wang Kun an odd look, curious about what made him so bold as to challenge Ye Fan.

Seeming to understand Master Kongming’s gaze, Wang Kun said no more, merely sneering confidently.

Soon, the drawing of lots presented Tan Xing from the Tan Family as Ye Fan’s first-round opponent.

The Tan Family was famous for their leg techniques. In the phrase "Southern Fist, Northern Kick," the Southern Fist refers to Hong Fist, and the Northern Kick to Tan Kick.

Tan Kick was characterized by its simple and neat routines, symmetric movement, and continuous momentum. In terms of offense and defense, it strongly accentuated the characteristics of northern martial arts styles, with a variety of leg techniques allowing for flexible turns and smooth advances and retreats.

Once a rising force in the Huaxia Cultivation World, the Tan Family had long declined. They currently lacked even a Half-step Gang Qi practitioner; the representative they had sent to the Qing Bang Tournament was merely a cultivator at the Peak of the Innate realm, barely meeting the minimum criteria and considered the weakest among all contestants.

Perhaps aware of his own limitations, the young Tan Xing, upon drawing Ye Fan, did not feel dejected but faced him calmly.

All seed contestants were scheduled for the first match in their respective groups, and Ye Fan was no exception—his match against Tan Xing was the first for Group Ten.

Even though Ye Fan was ranked last among the top ten seed contestants, recognized alongside Xiao Selang as the weakest, because he and Su Liuli were considered the most controversial figures, his first match drew quite an audience.

Clearly... the audience wished to assess his true strength through live combat.

"Dong!"

At 8 o’clock, a bell rang across the Tian Shan Sword Sect square, signaling the start of the competition.

On the arena of Group Ten, Tan Xing was the first to take the stage, clad in a black martial arts uniform, with a robust physique and powerful legs.

"Brother Ye, please enlighten me!"

Tan Xing stood on the stage, clasped his hands in a salute, showing great respect towards Ye Fan.

"I dare not speak of enlightenment. Tan Kick was once renowned in the Huaxia Cultivation World, profound and extensive—today is a good opportunity to witness and learn," Ye Fan returned the salute and smiled, "I hope Brother Tan will not hold back and will give it his all."

"Good!"

Upon hearing that, Tan Xing, knowing that Ye Fan was giving him the opportunity to fully demonstrate Tan Kick’s elegance on the grand stage of the Qing Bang Tournament, looked at Ye Fan gratefully, then focused his mind and gathered his energy, waiting for Master Kongming to announce the start of the match.

Master Kongming signaled Ye Fan and Tan Xing in turn, and seeing that both were ready, he stepped back a few paces and made a crossed-hand gesture, "Begin!"

"Whoosh—"

As soon as Master Kongming’s voice fell, Tan Xing sprung from his spot, advancing towards Ye Fan as swiftly as a black panther launching an attack.

Of course, this speed was fast in the eyes of those cultivators spectating.

For Ye Fan, although Tan Xing’s training focused on leg techniques and his speed was faster compared to others of the same realm, it was far from fast in his eyes.

"Whoosh!"

Within ten meters, Tan Xing leaped forward, his right leg kicking out with the foot taut like a sharp blade, the whooshing kick aimed at Ye Fan.

Tornado Kick!

From his first move, Tan Xing had used his full strength, displaying his most powerful attack. A kick that tore through the air in front of him, the breeze from his foot howling as it swept towards Ye Fan.

Ye Fan remained motionless, allowing the breeze from the kick to sweep over him, only sliding his foot sideways to dodge as the kick came whistling in.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

...

After a kick missed, Tan Xing didn’t pause and continuously unleashed kicks, showing off the Twelve Styles of Tan Leg one by one, the whooshing sounds were incessant, and while the display looked impressive, he was never able to touch Ye Fan.

"Thank you, Brother Ye, for giving me the opportunity to demonstrate."

Having completed the Twelve Styles of Tan Leg, Tan Xing felt satisfied, stopped moving, and gratefully bowed to Ye Fan; then, without waiting for Ye Fan’s reply, he said to the referee, Master Kongming, "Master Kongming, Brother Ye’s strength is far superior to mine; I choose to admit defeat."

"The disciples of the Tan are too weak, not to mention testing the true strength of the Evil Emperor’s Disciple, they couldn’t even touch him. How disappointing, I should have gone to watch another group’s match."

"Although the Tan Family’s disciples are weak, Wang Kun of the Kunlun Sect, a martial arts genius, is not weak at all. He will face the Evil Emperor’s Disciple in the second round, and it will definitely be a spectacular battle!"

As the match ended, the audience looked disappointed, but the thought of Ye Fan facing Wang Kun rekindled their excitement.

"To fight with that loser for so long, isn’t it better to knock him down with one punch? What a waste of time!"

While the audience discussed, Wang Kun glanced at Ye Fan, who was leaving the stage, feeling very dissatisfied and also somewhat anxious—his first-round match was in the tenth group, fourth match, and if he won, he would face Ye Fan, naturally, he couldn’t wait!

The next two matches pitted evenly matched opponents against each other, and after hard-fought battles, the winners were determined.

"Ultimately, you’re just making greenery; why bother so much?"

Immediately after the third match ended, Wang Kun could hardly wait to step up to the stage, mumbling unhappily as if complaining that the four participants had just wasted his time delaying his match against Ye Fan.

"Wang Kun, you’re not even a seeded player, what are you so proud of?"

"Exactly, as if the Qing Bang tournament was held just for you!"

"If you can defeat Brother Ye, then talk. Otherwise, you’re just another green leaf, and only from the tenth group at that!"

"Look at Brother Ye’s demeanor and then look at you—it’s a stark contrast!"

Wang Kun’s words once again caused dissatisfaction among the other participants in group ten.

Upon hearing this, Wang Kun’s face turned red with anger, but he couldn’t shut up those four contestants. He could only boost his own war intent, staring coldly at his upcoming opponent, and said dominantly, "You have two choices—first, immediately admit defeat and step down, so as not to affect my match against the Evil Emperor’s Disciple. Second, leave bleeding."

"A man may be killed but not humiliated, Wang Kun, you are too bullying!"

Wang Kun’s opponent was a swordsman, who, upon hearing Wang Kun’s arrogant words, immediately drew the sword at his waist, raging uncontrollably.

"Good, very good."

Wang Kun smirked coldly, waiting for Master Kongming to announce the start of the match.

"The match starts... now!"

Seemingly aware that Wang Kun was going to make a ruthless move, Master Kongming took a few steps towards Wang Kun’s opponent before announcing the start of the match.

"Whiz—"

As the voice fell, a sonic boom sounded, Wang Kun’s shape shifted, turning into a phantom and pouncing on his opponent.

"Clang!"

As the man reached, Wang Kun suddenly drew his sword and slashed out!

"Spurt—"

A flash of light, blood spurted, and the swordsman’s blood-drenched hand fell.

Perhaps because it all happened too suddenly, the swordsman’s hand was still gripping the hilt.

Just as Master Kongming had anticipated, Wang Kun indeed made a ruthless move, chopping off the swordsman’s right hand that held the sword from the very start.

And... having done all this, Wang Kun still wasn’t satisfied, his Whip Kick aiming to kick the swordsman off the stage.

"Swoosh!"

At the critical moment, Master Kongming moved to the swordsman’s side, quickly pulled him away, dodging the kick.

"Wang Kun of the Kunlun Sect wins!"

Master Kongming frowned at Wang Kun, declaring the match result with a displeased expression.

The swordsman had no objections to this result, but stood there in pain—having his right hand chopped off meant that from today onwards, he could no longer wield a sword, his journey as a cultivation disciple had ended!

"If it’s gonna rain, let it pour; wanting to die, no one else to blame!"

Seeing his opponent in painful agony, Wang Kun’s face showed no sympathy, only a cold sneer, as if his opponent’s death was insignificant.

"Wang... Wang Kun, you’ve gone too far!"

Below the stage, the participants in group ten were outraged, and even the cultivators watching the match thought that Wang Kun’s actions were too merciless.

"All this noise, I hope you can be just as brave when it comes to facing me!"

Wang Kun, holding his blood-dripping treasure sword, smirked coldly, and then pointed his sword at Ye Fan, "Evil Emperor’s Disciple, dare you face me in a battle right now?"

"Rice grain pearls shine too, today after this, Wang Kun shall be expunged from the Hua Xia Cultivation World!"

Ye Fan responded irrelevantly, stepping onto the stage with a subdued and forceful tone.

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