Supreme of the Heavenly Realm
Chapter 414 - 411 Soft Persimmon

Chapter 414: Chapter 411 Soft Persimmon

"Got lucky, picked a soft persimmon."

He Liancheng was not a mediocre fighter either. He too was ranked within the top two hundred on the Master List, and upon realizing his opponent was merely a Fifth Grade Martial Sect, he felt significantly more at ease, as if a weight had lifted from his heart.

Hearing this, Ye Xuan couldn’t help but feel both amused and ironic; he had become the "soft persimmon." However, from an outward perspective, indeed, the Cultivation of a Fifth Grade Martial Sect was considered low level among the contestants of the tournament, so it was no wonder He Liancheng harbored such thoughts.

"Kid, running into me, He Liancheng, is your bad luck, don’t blame me!"

He Liancheng didn’t wish to waste words with Ye Xuan and, after a thunderous shout, he shot forth directly, aiming a palm strike at Ye Xuan from across the air.

"This line might be more fitting for me to say," Ye Xuan said with a faint smile. Suddenly, a sharp glint flashed in his eyes. With a stomp of his foot on the platform, an invisible force suddenly coalesced in the air before him, forming an invisible barrier.

Bang!

The Palm Force struck the invisible shield, shattering instantly, and the rebounding force sent He Liancheng flying backward, without affecting the barrier in the slightest.

The moment He Liancheng was repelled, Ye Xuan’s gaze shifted, and in a flash from his glabella, a strand of soul power rapidly transformed into a blade of light, striking He Liancheng with the speed of lightning, and sent him flying off the Battle Platform.

"How is that possible, defeated just like that?"

"He Liancheng, after all, is a top two hundred master from the Master List. His adversary is a nobody; how could he be defeated so swiftly? It was practically a one-shot, maybe he went easy."

The powerful onlookers near the Battle Platform hadn’t fully grasped what had happened. In their eyes, Ye Xuan hadn’t moved at all from start to finish, not even lifting a hand, yet He Liancheng was sent flying off the Battle Platform—it seemed too fake, as if He Liancheng had been purposefully holding back.

"It wasn’t holding back. There was clearly a fluctuation of battle just now. This Ye Xuan is not simple at all."

The judge, after all, was a discerning person. Although he had not detected any clues, he knew it was not about going easy, but rather a huge disparity in strength between them, resulting in a swift defeat for He Liancheng.

"I didn’t expect that in the Chaotic Sea Domain, your strength would increase this quickly. It seems defeating you won’t be an easy task."

On the twelfth Battle Platform, a woman in a white robe raised her hand and sent her opponent in a brown robe flying with a single move. After resolving the fight, she looked in Ye Xuan’s direction, revealing a pensive expression, and commented.

"Xue Qianling wins!"

The judge’s voice echoed, as he looked with admiration at the white-robed woman not far away. Defeating her opponent in a single move, clean and decisive, it seemed she too would be a dark horse in this tournament, and an astonishing one at that.

Ye Xuan didn’t notice the white-robed woman’s attention on him. After stepping down from the Battle Platform, he continued to watch the ongoing fights. Most people would take the time to rest after a round of battling, but Ye Xuan evidently didn’t need to—because he had hardly expended any energy.

At this moment, on the final battle platform, two figures were entwined in combat, and in just an instant, the victor was determined. The sound of several gunshots piercing through the air resounded as three spear shadows struck one of them, leaving three bloody holes. The latter let out a scream and was sent flying off the battle platform.

"You’re trash, with so little strength, and you still don’t admit defeat."

The young man inserted his ancient bronze-colored spear into the surface of the platform, then sneered disdainfully. He merely glanced at his severely wounded and dying opponent who had fallen outside the platform before turning and swiftly descending from the platform like a whirlwind.

"Terrifying. This person is Divine Spear Venerable’s disciple, Zhao Xin. His opponent was ranked forty-fifth on the Master List, and yet he was defeated so easily. If this hadn’t been a martial contest, I’m afraid the other guy would be dead by now."

"That’s right, Zhao Xin’s spear strikes like a dragon, unleashing the combined forces of wind and thunder, his spear technique embodying the way of slaughter. It’s truly daunting. It seems only those with the strength of the top ten on the Master List can stand against him."

"That’s not necessarily the case. Just how strong Zhao Xin really is, we have only seen the tip of the iceberg. His true combat power might only gradually manifest as the matches progress."

People buzzed with speculation, obviously shocked by Zhao Xin’s strength.

"Idiot, just a disciple of Divine Spear Venerable, and so arrogant, not knowing how to hide his power. Little does he know, there are many stronger than him; they simply choose not to reveal their strength."

An indifferent young man shook his head, disdainful of Zhao Xin’s brash actions. His identity was that of a Half-Saint Inheritor. What kind of existence was a Semi-Saint? Just one step away from the legendary Martial Saint, far stronger than Divine Spear Venerable by several levels. Even he chose to hide his abilities, yet Zhao Xin was so reckless, truly a fool.

Did he really think that being a hidden expert made him invincible? In this grand assembly, even he, Dugu Hao, the Half-Saint Inheritor, dared not take anything for granted, for fear of capsizing in a gutter. He bore a heavy responsibility, carrying the title of Half-Saint Inheritor. In this grand assembly, he had to take first place.

Second place would mean failure.

As the matches progressed, the first round of the competition quickly concluded. Over three hundred people were eliminated, and the participants in the grand assembly were halved in an instant.

The competition was exceptionally brutal. After all, it was an elimination tournament; it was either you or me who would be eliminated, and only one could advance. Only by giving one’s all to defeat the opponent was there a chance to move on to the next round.

In the first round of battle, Qin Qi and Li Ziting were eliminated, leaving only Nangong Yao and Zhuo Yanyun from Xuanbing Mansion.

Nangong Yao possessed the Xuanyin Body, and though her cultivation was slightly lower, there was no need to worry about her strength. However, Zhuo Yanyun was in some danger. Surviving one round was just surviving; one might as well take it as a chance to train, as every extra battle meant one more training opportunity.

In the second round, Ye Xuan’s opponent was a slightly more formidable character, ranked within the top one hundred of the Master List. Yet, this level still posed no threat to Ye Xuan. However, his first battle was too easy, so in this second fight, he suppressed his strength to three tenths of his capability and only after twenty moves did he claim victory.

"How strange. Why is there such a big difference between this second fight and the first?"

The referee was somewhat baffled. He had high hopes for Ye Xuan, thinking that the latter might be a dark horse, but now he was confused. Ye Xuan’s strength seemed weaker and very unstable, which made him shake his head. It seemed he had misjudged.

"Concealing his power to such an extent. Isn’t he afraid of capsizing in a gutter?"

"Xue Qianling" watched the battle from a distance, her crimson lips curving slightly as she spoke faintly.

If Ye Xuan had heard her, he would have been greatly surprised. He would have suspected this woman’s identity—the woman whose back had seemed familiar to him earlier. How did she know so much about him?