Ye Wen nodded and said, "I can see that this young man indeed has the capital for his arrogance."
Wu Tian asked doubtfully, "Master, what do you mean by that?"
Ye Wen said, "This Yuan Xin is no mere showman. I can tell he is truly good material for martial arts."
"It must be said that the Tian Can Sect has struck gold by taking in such a disciple."
"Is that so?" Wu Tian smiled with interest. "Then I am even more eager to try and see what kind of strength that fellow possesses." Kuaishu Ge
About half an hour later, after the president of the Martial Arts Association gave his speech, the competition officially began.
Wu Tian's draw placed him in the middle, so it was not his turn to appear yet.
He watched the various matches from below. To be honest, it was a high-level martial arts competition, and there were almost no weak opponents among the participants.
Even though it was just the group stage, the matches were already very exciting, and Wu Tian witnessed many martial arts he had never seen before.
After several matches, as he watched this round of competition, Wu Tian's gaze became slightly serious.
This was because this match was one that Yuan Xin was participating in.
Yuan Xin's opponent was an elite disciple of the Kuang Quan (Fierce Fist) Sect.
Kuang Quan was a domineering style of boxing, quite famous in the martial world.
Although the elite disciple bore the title of disciple, he was already around forty years old, clearly a seasoned practitioner of Kuang Quan.
The man looked at Yuan Xin and couldn't help but show a contemptuous smile.
He said loudly, "I didn't expect to meet a mere brat in this match. I advise you to surrender now, otherwise, I won't be polite!"
Yuan Xin said coldly, "Is that so? Then you'd better not be polite, or you'll be off the stage immediately."
"Arrogant!" Hearing Yuan Xin's words, the man was instantly enraged.
After the referee announced the start of the match, he immediately swung his fist and charged at Yuan Xin!
"Let me show you the power of my Kuang Quan!" the man roared, his fist smashing towards Yuan Xin like a heavy hammer.
"A mere trick," Yuan Xin said, then easily dodged the attack.
Following that, he leaped up and kicked, immediately sending the man flying!
The man, weighing a good one hundred and eighty pounds, was sent flying out of the ring by Yuan Xin's kick. He fell to the ground, spat out a mouthful of blood, and lost consciousness!
The impact stunned everyone!
The referee shouted loudly, "Doctor! Doctor! Come here quickly!"
Soon, the on-site doctor rushed over and examined the man's body.
Yuan Xin said coldly, "Don't worry, he's not dead. If someone died, it wouldn't be as fun."
After speaking, Yuan Xin, without waiting for the referee's decision, walked off the stage.
A moment later, the venue erupted in enthusiastic applause for Yuan Xin.
Clearly, the strength displayed by Yuan Xin had earned the approval of the entire audience.
Below the stage, Ye Jianghe watched the scene above with a slightly frightened expression and said, "This fellow has truly ruthless methods."
Wu Tian remained silent, but his gaze deepened.
With his skill, he could tell the extent of the Kuang Quan successor's injuries at a glance.
Yuan Xin's kick, though seemingly ordinary, had held back no mercy.
Given the man's injuries, it would take at least three years for him to fully recover.
"This fellow..." Wu Tian felt a surge of anger at Yuan Xin's actions.
This was just a martial arts competition, and there was no animosity between the competitors.
Yet Yuan Xin was so cruel, which was absolutely unacceptable to Wu Tian.
After a few more matches, it was finally Wu Tian's turn to compete.
Wu Tian walked onto the stage and found his opponent was an old man.
The old man looked to be around sixty years old, but his physique was clearly very robust.
Upon seeing him, Ye Jianghe was immediately shocked, "It's the Mountain Pushing Daoist! Why is he personally participating in the competition?"
The audience, being enthusiasts of martial arts, naturally recognized the old man.
A moment later, discussions arose in the audience seats:
"The Mountain Pushing Daoist? Why is the leader of the Mountain Pushing Sect participating?"
"The Mountain Pushing Daoist is the sect leader of the Mountain Pushing Sect. Isn't it bullying for him to participate in the competition?"
"That can't be said either. After all, the competition doesn't stipulate that sect leaders cannot participate!"
"It seems the Mountain Pushing Sect is determined to win the championship this time."
Wu Tian overheard the audience's discussions and was also somewhat surprised.
He smiled at the Mountain Pushing Daoist and said, "So you are the sect leader of the Mountain Pushing Sect. I didn't expect to meet an opponent like you in my first match. It seems my luck is truly not very good!"
The Mountain Pushing Daoist smiled and said, "Young man, since you know my identity, why don't you just surrender now?"
"After all, I am the sect leader of the Mountain Pushing Sect. If I were to fight you, people would say I'm bullying a junior."
Wu Tian chuckled lightly and said, "There's no need to say that. Since you've come to participate in the competition, why pretend?"
Wu Tian's words were very impolite, giving the Mountain Pushing Daoist no face at all.
Because in his heart, he also held some disdain for the Mountain Pushing Daoist.
If this old fellow wanted to gain an advantage, he should just say it, instead of pretending to be a gentleman.
If one didn't know better, they might think Yue Buqun had arrived!
Hearing Wu Tian's words, the Mountain Pushing Daoist's pupils slightly contracted, and then anger began to gather.
He was indeed pretending, but Wu Tian's lack of respect made him very displeased.
He said grimly, "Junior, do you know what you are saying?"
"Let me tell you, my reputation as the Mountain Pushing Daoist in the martial world didn't come easily."
"Although your Yong Chun Sect is slightly superior to our Mountain Pushing Sect, you think you can defeat me relying on a junior. I think you are dreaming!"
Wu Tian said indifferently, "Is that so? If that's the case, then there's nothing more to discuss. Bring out whatever moves you have."
"I heard that the Mountain Pushing Palm of the Mountain Pushing Sect, when trained to its highest level, can even move a mountain?"
"Then I must see today how much truth there is to that rumor."
The Mountain Pushing Daoist said angrily, "What an arrogant brat! It seems I must teach you a good lesson on behalf of your Yong Chun Sect today!"
After the referee announced the start of the match, the Mountain Pushing Daoist could no longer hold back.
He showed no martial ethics and slapped Wu Tian with a palm!
"Is this the 'Mountain Overturning Sea' of the Mountain Pushing Palm?!" Seeing this, Ye Jianghe exclaimed in shock.
"This is an advanced technique of the Mountain Pushing Palm! For this old fellow to use such a move right from the start, it's truly shameless!"