The female cultivators next door saw Su Yang’s gentlemanly demeanor and started swooning, while also beginning to criticize Chen Yang.

Saying how Chen Yang didn’t know how to appreciate what’s good and the like.

Chen Yang was exasperated and chose to ignore them.

Meanwhile, Mo Jun in the air couldn’t stand it anymore and immediately announced the start of the match.

"Brother, since you won’t admit defeat, then go ahead, I’ve said I’ll let you make three moves." Su Yang maintained his previous posture.

Full of swagger.

Chen Yang’s face turned gloomy: "Are you sure?"

"Of course, I keep my word, but after three moves, I won’t hold back." Su Yang smiled slightly, putting on airs.

"Fine, since that’s the case, I won’t be polite." Chen Yang wasn’t interested in wasting words with this person.

Since he said so, Chen Yang went along with it.

"I’m making a move, make sure to catch it." Chen Yang slowly raised his hand.

Su Yang continued to smile arrogantly: "Go ahead and unleash your horse..."

Slap!

But before he finished speaking, a crisp slap sound echoed.

Soon after, everyone saw Su Yang’s handsome face slowly swell up.

Finally, it showed a blood-red slap mark...

Silence.

In an instant, the once noisy No. 7 arena fell silent.

Everyone was stunned.

Did anyone see what just happened?

No one!

How did he make a move?

No idea!

To make a move so silently under the eyes of so many Spirit Gathering experts, what a heaven-defying speed!

"Ah!!"

"Su Yang, the male god!"

"He launched a sneak attack on Su Yang, the male god!"

After two or three seconds of silence, the female cultivators next door screamed first, breaking the calm.

Then, those people started criticizing Chen Yang again, saying he was despicable for sneaking an attack and such.

Anyway, what they said was unpleasant.

Chen Yang’s face looked somewhat ugly.

This bunch, no matter what they do, they always have something to say.

"Wow, amazing, brother, I really didn’t expect you to be so fast!" Meanwhile, some people felt relieved.

Praise for Chen Yang began pouring in.

Chen Yang shook his head, feeling speechless.

Ignore them, better resolve things with Su Yang first.

Chen Yang withdrew his gaze and looked at Su Yang.

Su Yang at this moment also snapped out of his bewildered state.

He touched his swollen cheek, his eyes instantly turned red.

There was anger, and shame from being hit!

"Are you still letting me?" Chen Yang didn’t care about his emotions and directly asked with a smile.

Su Yang glared at Chen Yang in a rage, wordlessly.

His demeanor looked as if he was about to kill someone.

But in reality, he was very flustered inside.

Though his combat strength was weak, he was at least a mid-Spirit Gathering stage expert.

How could he not even analyze the basic strength of his opponent?

The speed Chen Yang just showcased wasn’t anything he could contend with, indicating Chen Yang’s realm was far above his.

How can he fight this?

The only reason he showed the hateful look was purely to buy time and maintain his image.

"You dare to sneak attack me?" Su Yang was stunned for a long while, then finally squeezed out a sentence.

Pfft.

Chen Yang was directly amused by this oddity.

"Didn’t you just tell me to make a move? How can that be considered a sneak attack?"

Su Yang’s face turned red and he felt awkward.

"I hadn’t finished talking, if that’s not a sneak attack, what is it then?" He argued stubbornly.

"Say whatever you like." Chen Yang wasn’t interested in squabbling with this sort of person.

"Now I’m ready, make your move, I don’t believe you can successfully sneak attack again." On the contrary, Su Yang became spirited.

He even took the initiative to ask Chen Yang to act.

"Alright, you said it." Chen Yang didn’t bother humoring him.

As soon as the words fell, his figure instantly vanished from the arena.

"Where..." Su Yang was startled, just as he was about to ask where he went, Chen Yang had already approached him.

He kicked Su Yang in the stomach.

Boom!

This kick, Chen Yang only used thirty percent of his strength.

But even so, Su Yang couldn’t resist it.

With a loud bang, he was sent flying like a cannonball from the arena with a single kick from Chen Yang.

With a loud crash, he fell heavily on the ground, creating a deep pit!

Dust immediately rose around.

The scene once again fell into a deadly silence.

If earlier, Su Yang being slapped might have been because he wasn’t prepared and gave Chen Yang a chance to sneak attack.

Now what?

How can it be explained?

Saying he wasn’t prepared again would be absurd.

Everyone was shocked, and the rising dust gradually settled.

There lay Su Yang in the pit, looking extremely disheveled.

Blood continuously oozed from his mouth.

The female cultivators outside the arena all showed expressions of distress upon seeing this.

While the male cultivators inside were naturally very relieved.

Who told this guy to act so pretentious? Not to mention he caused the neighboring female cultivators to scream, making everyone unhappy.

Buzz!

"The match at No. 7 arena is over, Chen Yang wins." Mo Jun cast a cold glance at Su Yang in the pit and immediately declared Chen Yang the victor.

Seeing that the announcement had already been made, Chen Yang didn’t linger on the stage and directly stepped down.

"Haha, young brother, quite the strength, defeating Su Yang in one move."

"Very satisfying, brother you really didn’t let us down."

"This damn thing, let him act pretentious, serves him right, now he looks pitiful."

...

Those paying attention to Chen Yang generally fell into two categories.

One category felt Chen Yang helped them vent, so they conversed with Chen Yang with enthusiasm.

The other category saw Chen Yang’s combat power against Su Yang and recognized his remarkable strength.

They silently regarded Chen Yang as a rival, becoming cautious.

However, Chen Yang wasn’t very concerned about this.

After stepping down from the stage, he didn’t interact much and quietly returned to his previous standing position, patiently waiting for the trial’s process.

"Brother Chen Yang, you sure have luck, encountering such an oddball in the first match, how come I don’t have such luck." Ao Min grinned cheekily.

"How should I know, you should ask him." Chen Yang glanced toward Mo Jun high in the sky.

Ao Min followed the gaze and looked, shook his head without speaking.

To ask Mo Jun? Wouldn’t that be asking for trouble?

After Chen Yang stepped down, the excitement on No. 7 arena didn’t end.

Because the next person to enter the stage was an important contender.

Zhao Tiangang of the Taixu Sword Sect!

In the cultivation world, this man is hailed as a sword genius, with unparalleled swordsmanship, deeply inheriting the essence of the Taixu Sword Sect.

He himself is very impressive, at only twenty-five years old, he reached the peak of the Spirit Gathering Realm.

Can such a star-level contestant not attract attention?

"It really is Zhao Tiangang of the Taixu Sword Sect, this guy is incredible, three years ago, single-handedly in Min Wang Mountain’s cave mansion, he slew a mid-Spirit Gathering stage spirit beast, the Refining Flame Leopard..."

"That story is long outdated, why bring it up now? The latest news is, this guy’s strength has surpassed most elders of the Taixu Sword Sect!"

"Gasp! That’s impossible, the Taixu Sword Sect is so powerful, could Zhao Tiangang surpass them so easily?"

"It’s true, Zhao Tiangang is a monster, many senior experts are no match for him, truly exceptional."

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