Purple Mist Dao Master-Chapter 105 - 94 Start Fighting! Start Fighting! Start Fighting! [Additional 1100 monthly tickets, 4000 words mega - !]

Chapter 105: Chapter 94 Start Fighting! Start Fighting! Start Fighting! [Additional 1100 monthly tickets, 4000 words mega Chapter!]

The next day.

November 6th.

Since the second day when ’Shadowless Kick’ Yan Chuan had a duel with ’Golden Feather Cross Spear’ Tu Tiannan in the ring, he was ambushed by Wu Qi of ’Wu Family Boxing’, one of the Guangling Ten Elders. In the end, Yan Chuan wielded the ’Red Tassel Spear’ to pierce Wu Qi’s throat, counterattacking and killing one of the Ten Elders.

That day was truly thrilling!

However, since that day, for three consecutive days, Yan Chuan did not attend the Martial Arts Competition, and neither did the people from the Iron Wire Martial Arts Hall.

Most people speculated that something unusual must have happened.

This seemed normal enough.

After all, Yan Chuan’s ’counter-kill’ was of an Inner Court Elder with one of the only ten seats at Guangling Academy. Although the Academy did not pursue the matter, it was reasonable that Yan Chuan, being startled, was unwilling to make another appearance.

Yet during these three days, rumors spread from Guangling Academy, claiming that Yan Chuan, having lost his sanity, had issued challenges to all the known and named elites of the Academy, determined to settle matters today.

The rumors were absurd—

Some said Yan Chuan had challenged dozens, planning to take them down one by one in the arena.

Others claimed Yan Chuan aimed to battle a hundred, fighting one against a hundred!

The most outrageous one stated that Yan Chuan wasn’t challenging the Academy disciples, but the Guangling Ten Elders and many professors, intending to single-handedly take on the entire Academy.

In short.

The rumors grew more and more ridiculous.

Many didn’t believe it.

More people did.

Rumor upon rumor.

It became unimaginable.

But regardless of the rumor, most claimed it would happen today, on the sixth.

Some even waited outside the Iron Wire Martial Arts Hall.

Early today.

The Martial Arts Hall door opened.

Indeed.

After being absent for three days, ’Shadowless Kick’ Yan Chuan led the group straight towards the Martial Arts Competition!

With this!

The rumor was confirmed!

...

"Master Yan has left the premises!"

"Master Yan! Master Yan! Are you really going to challenge the Ten Elders today?"

"The Ten Elders are renowned figures of decades; only madness would drive Master Yan to challenge them. I’m guessing the rumors are skewed; Master Yan probably intends to challenge the ’Guangling Ten Outstanding!’"

"Master Yan!"

"Tell us, who exactly are you fighting today?"

...

Yan Chuan had not yet reached the venue of the Martial Arts Competition when along the way, a multitude of martial arts enthusiasts and curious onlookers came to see, came to ask.

"Come, come, come!"

"Please make way, thank you!"

"Not at liberty to disclose!"

"If you want to know, head to the Martial Arts Competition, and you’ll see!"

"Not the Ten Elders!"

"The Ten Elders are predecessors whom my master has always respected."

Wei Quan was along the way blocking the idlers who wanted to rush forward, preventing them from disturbing his master.

He had a lot of free time today.

On that day, after Yan Chuan showcased the brilliance of the ’Red Tassel Spear’, nobody felt secure letting Wei Quan keep the ’Red Tassel Spear’, so he lost his role as the ’Spear Attendant’. Now the ’Red Tassel Spear’ was carried by Yu Jinpeng, following closely Yan Chuan and Cheng Fengxiao, faintly guarded.

The three master fighters protecting it together!

Could ensure perfect safety.

With nothing else to do, Wei Quan went around blocking people, acting as the spokesperson for Yan Chuan and the Iron Wire Martial Arts Hall. Despite his awkwardness, he had rehearsed beforehand, and surprisingly did a decent job.

Thus.

They headed straight towards the Martial Arts Competition.

...

At this moment.

On the other end.

At the Martial Arts Competition, on the platform where Yan Chuan frequently stood—

He Junjie came onto the stage with wine in hand, ready to meet the challenge, being the first to arrive.

He glanced below the stage, at Teng Siqian, at Li Jianhua, at Xiang Yue, at Meng Nan, at each elite of Guangling Academy. He Junjie took a gulp of wine and boldly declared, "Yan Chuan boasts endlessly, planning to single-handedly challenge forty elites of Guangling Academy. If he desires to tread the path of an Invincible Master, I am more than willing to accompany him. Today, I shall go first in this battle!"

He Junjie’s voice was loud and clear.

A large part of the audience was uncertain if Yan Chuan would come today, and if he did, whom he would fight.

But now, hearing He Junjie, they finally understood—

"Yan Chuan is indeed coming!"

"Challenging the forty elites of Guangling Academy?"

"The Ten Masters, Four Immortals, Five Extremes, Seven Marvels, Seven Emotions, Seven Killings, just exactly forty people!"

"Goodness!"

"Has Master Yan gone mad?"

The crowd, upon hearing this, felt that Yan Chuan was going insane.

Meanwhile.

From below the stage.

Xiang Yue patted his head and laughed out loud, "Brother He, count me in. That day I didn’t get to fully savor sparring with Master Yan. Today, I want to learn a few more moves!"

Xiang Yue leaped up.

There were already two people on the stage.

"Count me in!"

"I’m coming too!"

With Xiang Yue’s movement, two others soared up, treading on heads, swiftly approaching from afar.

A closer look, someone recognized—

"Seven Killings, ’High Fist’ Peng Tieshou!"

"Seven Marvels, ’Wensheng Fist’ Su Jiangang!"

"Two more masters arrived!"

"Now four of them!"

"That day, Master Yan had a tough time against Teng Siqian and Zhang Ying, and today, each of these four elites may not be lesser than Teng Siqian or Zhang Ying!"

"Can Master Yan handle them?"

Seeing four renowned figures on the stage, some began to look forward, while others started worrying for Yan Chuan.

However, this was far from the end—

Bang! Bang! Bang!

"Guangling Academy, Character Gate Fist, Cao Xu!"

"Guangling Academy, Coiling Silk Fist, Yu Yan!"

Two more figures flew over.

Two more elites arrived.

The first one, Seven Marvels.

The latter, Seven Emotions.

The elite count on stage surged to six.

And that wasn’t all—

Boom!

Boom!

"Teng Siqian!"

"Li Jianhua!"

"They’re on as well!"

"These two had fought against Master Yan before, and were defeated. This time, with numbers on their side, they vow to redeem themselves!"

"Oh dear!"

"Master Yan, you’re overextending!"

On the six-zhang-wide ring, the elites from Guangling Academy had surged to eight in a short time!

Eight elites!