Supreme of the Heavenly Realm
Chapter 413 - 410: The Battle Begins

Chapter 413: Chapter 410: The Battle Begins

"Many masters from the Master List have arrived."

Qin Qi looked at the crowd not far away. Among them, there were quite a few familiar figures, including some renowned individuals who ranked within the top ten on the Master List.

Ye Xuan followed his gaze and saw numerous silhouettes. Among them was Wei Qianxiang, who had previously fought him.

The latter caught Ye Xuan’s eye and immediately withdrew his gaze. No one knew yet that he had lost to Ye Xuan, and even though Ye Xuan had promised not to spread the word, it was best for him to avoid Ye Xuan as much as possible. Otherwise, if Ye Xuan let slip, he would deeply regret it.

"Seventh on the Master List, Hidden Weapon Expert Yun Feiye."

"Sixth on the Master List, Saber Sect’s Duan Wuya."

Two elder men with imposing auras stood together, emitting an exceptionally strong presence. Qin Qi introduced them one by one to Ye Xuan next to him.

Ye Xuan nodded. This Duan Wuya and Yun Feiye were probably there to watch the battle. They were both beyond the age limit and had come just to witness the grandeur of the tournament.

Observing battles of those stronger than oneself greatly benefits one’s own strength.

"That’s Lian Yunsheng, fifth on the Master List, first on the Battle List."

Qin Qi looked at a young man in black clothes with a grim expression, speaking with a solemn tone.

"Oh, he is the number one youth of the Chaotic Sea Domain."

Ye Xuan’s eyes moved, but he was not surprised. In the past, he might have been wary, but now, he did not regard it as too significant.

"Third on the Master List, Mr. Iron Hand has also arrived." At that moment, Li Ziting’s voice reached Ye Xuan’s ears, and he turned his gaze. He saw a burly middle-aged man with white at his temples and an exceptionally large right arm, which upon closer inspection, was completely crafted from metal. Runes flowed upon it, gleaming with a faint luster.

"This Mr. Iron Hand’s right arm was severed by an enemy years ago. Now, this metal arm, rumored to have been crafted by the number one mechanical master of the Chaotic Sea Domain, is fully integrated with his body, without the slightest awkwardness. Instead, its power greatly exceeds the past," Li Ziting said.

Ye Xuan’s gaze rested on Mr. Iron Hand for a moment before moving on. Among the high ranks of the Master List, two auras were particularly strong. One belonged to Sword Sect’s Liu Qinghe, while the other was an immensely formidable top-tier powerhouse, holding a thick zijing-colored broadsword against his chest, its aura rivaled even Liu Qinghe.

First on the Master List, Jue Wuchen.

Ye Xuan knew the identity of this swordsman without even having to guess.

"As expected, a gathering of outstanding talents."

Ye Xuan couldn’t help but secretly appreciate it. It was right to come to this competition. Otherwise, he would not have known about so many masters in the Chaotic Sea Domain.

At this time, in the crowd, several gazes stealthily watched Ye Xuan. A black-robed old man pointed at Ye Xuan and quietly discussed with a hook-nosed middle-aged man next to him.

"This little bastard is the catalyst of the significant damage to Evil Wind Cave Heaven’s primordial qi, the culprit. Our two young geniuses of Evil Wind Cave Heaven, Xue Wuheng and Sikong Xin, both died at this boy’s hands. Mr. Qiu, if you encounter this kid, you must cripple him and avenge Evil Wind Cave Heaven," the black-robed old man said through gritted teeth as he looked at Ye Xuan.

"Don’t worry. I am close friends with your Sect Leader; how could I not help with Evil Wind Cave Heaven’s troubles? Moreover, such a trivial matter... While we can’t kill on the battlefield, I’ll just break his Dantian and turn him into a cripple. As for after, to dispose of a cripple should be a breeze for you, right?" The hook-nosed middle-aged man nodded and cast a cold glance at Ye Xuan.

"That would be perfect, thank you, Mr. Qiu."

The black-robed old man’s face lit up with joy, then also looked coldly at Ye Xuan. He thought that he wouldn’t be able to find Ye Xuan, but to his surprise, he saw him at the tournament—it was as if the heavens were watching. Now, with Mr. Qiu’s intervention, Ye Xuan was bound to meet his doom.

The black-robed old man sneered secretly. This was the fate of anyone who crossed Evil Wind Cave Heaven.

Sensing some malicious gazes, Ye Xuan looked towards the crowd and then set his eyes on the black-robed old man.

"It’s this old guy."

Ye Xuan’s expression shifted slightly. This black-robed elder was none other than Elder Lu, who had attacked him when he had left Xuanbing Mansion. Xue Wuheng and Sikong Xin, who had come with him to assassinate Ye Xuan, had died by his hand, while Elder Lu had fled.

Judging by the old man’s demeanor, he seemed to be discussing something with the person next to him, definitely harboring no good intentions,

"Master List number twelve, Mr. Qiu Tianyuan of the Heavenly Fist Sect."

At this moment, Qin Qi’s voice suddenly rang in Ye Xuan’s ears, his gaze resting on the middle-aged man with the hooked nose, then speaking with some gravity.

"Ranked twelfth, huh."

Ye Xuan could guess that whatever the two were discussing was definitely not good news for him, likely Elder Lu instructing the Heavenly Fist Sect to deal with him. It must be something along those lines.

But being only ranked twelfth didn’t seem worth much concern, even Wei Qianxiang, ranked ninth on the Master List, had already been defeated by him. A single Heavenly Fist Sect was unlikely to stir up much trouble.

However, the news had not been spread and was tightly sealed, so nobody knew the extent of Ye Xuan’s strength. In fact, the vast majority of people at the site hadn’t even heard his name.

Boom!

Just as the atmosphere in the venue was reaching a fever pitch, a dull chime suddenly resonated throughout the heavens and earth. Following that, the tumultuous discussions within the crowd were quickly silenced, expectation clearly visible in the gathered gazes.

"Silence."

As the chime faded, a figure in a purple robe appeared at the center of the venue in the sky, his voice possessing a powerful penetrative force that seemed to transmit through space, reaching everyone’s ears in an instant.

"It’s Ning Zetian, the Sect Leader of the Divine Intent Sect."

At the mention of these two imposing words, the remaining fragments of whispering dispersed, and the many figures looked toward the man in the purple robe with respect. The Sect Leader of the Divine Intent Sect was a character at the pinnacle of the hierarchy in the Chaotic Sea Domain, a kind of person who, apart from the seven emissaries from the Spirit Martial Continent, no one else present would dare to oppose.

"Ladies and gentlemen, first of all, I would like to congratulate you all for earning the right to participate in this grand tournament. This is a supreme honor for everyone. Today, this is the stage where you all will showcase your talents. Should you stand out, there is a chance that the nobility of the Spirit Martial Continent will take note and offer you an opportunity to further your studies on the Spirit Martial Continent."

Ning Zetian’s voice, while not loud, was like an enchantment that every person could hear clearly. At his words, a surge of excitement quickly welled up in many people’s eyes. The opportunity to study in-depth in the Spirit Martial Continent, to join the powers of the Spirit Martial Continent, was an incredible opportunity. After all, the Spirit Martial Continent was the holy land of Martial Arts. Compared to there, the Chaotic Sea Domain was like a filthy gutter, with no one wishing to stay any longer than necessary.

"Enough idle chatter, I now declare that this tournament is officially underway! On the arena, taking a life is strictly forbidden; those who disobey will be put to death without mercy!"

Ning Zetian’s commanding voice filled with pressure drifted across the land, carrying a sharp killing intent. Instantly, many of the more savage fighters retracted their cruel intentions. They were not about to doubt Ning Zetian’s words; anyone who killed another in this tournament was unquestionably slapping Ning Zetian in the face, and no doubt the Sect Leader of the Divine Intent Sect would not let them off.

After leaving these words behind, Ning Zetian moved and disappeared from his original position, reappearing already seated in his place on the high platform.

Meanwhile, on each battle platform, staff and referees appeared, all of whom were disciples and elders from two major Fifth Grade Sects, serving as the staff for the tournament. Of course, there was no need to doubt the fairness of the tournament, since the seven emissaries were watching from above. If someone were to cheat, it would only be if all seven emissaries were blind.

The tournament adopted an elimination format, with contenders needing to defeat opponents and advance triumphantly. Only by persevering to the end could one claim the champion’s throne.

As the referee announced the matchups, competitors leaped onto the twenty battle platforms, engaging in combat.

Ye Xuan’s name wasn’t among the forty contestants in this group, but Nangong Yao did take the stage, facing a young disciple from a Fourth Grade Sect.

However, compared to Nangong Yao, this young disciple was clearly outmatched, losing the bout after just ten moves.

About ten minutes later, the first group’s battles were all over, and the second group’s fights began.

The third group, the fourth group...

Among these successive battles, Ye Xuan watched fighters like Jue Wuchen and Mr. Iron Hand. These individuals typically won with a single move, leaving no room for suspense.

In these rounds, it was often the case that there was a considerable disparity in strength between opponents, with well-matched fights being the exception rather than the rule.

Of the four from Xuanbing Mansion, Li Ziting was defeated in his first fight by a master ranked within the top hundred on the Master List. It was no wonder, for even if one’s rank on the Master List was only within the top hundred, that still meant being a Master List expert, naturally much stronger than Li Ziting.

"Ye Xuan versus He Liancheng!"

After watching hundreds of fights, a referee’s call suddenly came from the seventh battle platform, and Ye Xuan’s eyes lit up. Having stood for so long, if he didn’t get a fight soon to warm up, he feared his limbs would start to numb.