“Speaking of this fellow Daoist Li Feiyu, he is quite courageous. It's his first time participating in the Five Cities Martial Arts Competition, and he dares to publicly challenge the number one Profound Fighter of Zhi Xuan City. He's a good seedling and worthy of City Lord Chenyang's cultivation.” E Kui glanced at the Xuan Fight arena below, and said unhurriedly.

Hearing this, Qin Yuan’s smile remained unchanged, and a hint of inscrutable expression flashed in his eyes as he looked at Chenyang.

“City Lord E Kui is right. Qingyang City is not as well-established as the other three cities, and it needs to cultivate some good seedlings.” Chenyang said with a forced smile.

Although he said so, he knew very well that Feng Wuchen would definitely not give him a chance to cultivate “Li Feiyu” in the future. He could only rely on himself for everything.

Han Li and the others didn't pay attention to the situation on the high platform. After the audience placed their bets, the battles on the "Qian" and "Kun" platforms had already begun.

Since the battle between Zhu Ziyuan and Jin Gong on the Qian platform was not suspenseful, the odds were set extremely low. Therefore, very few people placed bets on that platform. Most people bet on the match between Han Li and Feng Wuchen.

Han Li and Feng Wuchen, one was an unknown newcomer in the Xuan Fight arena, at best a dark horse who broke into the top sixteen, and the other was the city's chief combat force who was in the limelight. The gap between the two was obvious, so Han Li's odds were much higher than Feng Wuchen's.

The higher the odds, the smaller the chance of winning. Therefore, even among those who bet here, almost more than 90% bet on Feng Wuchen.

As for the remaining less than 10%, most of them had watched Han Li's previous two battles. Their bets on him were not so much an acknowledgement of his strength, but more of a fluke, aiming for a big win.

Amidst the cheers of the audience in the stands, Gu Qianxun and the other non-participating Xuan Fighters all retreated to the "Xun" and "Gen" platforms adjacent to the "Qian" and "Kun" platforms.

Before leaving, Gu Qianxun suddenly transmitted a voice to Han Li, saying, "Fellow Daoist Li, if possible, please severely injure Feng Wuchen. It would be even better if you could kill him. I will definitely reward you handsomely afterwards."

"Haha, Fellow Daoist Gu really thinks highly of Li… However, judging from Feng Wuchen's posture, he doesn't intend to have a peaceful battle with me. If that's the case, I naturally won't be soft-hearted." Han Li replied with a smile.

He knew roughly about the grievances between Gu Qianxun and Zhi Xuan City, so he didn't find it strange.

"Then I'll wait for Fellow Daoist Li's good news." After Gu Qianxun finished speaking, he jumped down onto the Gen platform in the distance.

In the audience stands, although Du Long and the others had not recovered from their injuries, they were generally able to move on their own. So today, they all gathered together to watch the battle between Han Li and Feng Wuchen.

The most seriously injured were Tu Gang, who first fought Duan Tong, and Yi Liya, who had just fought Feng Wuchen.

Both of them needed help from others to get to their seats in the stands.

After everyone was seated, Yao Li looked at Han Li on the Kun platform, her eyes flickering uncertainly.

When she first met Han Li in the Qingyang City Xuan Fight arena, she couldn't see anything special about that ordinary-looking Human Race cultivator. It was Gu Qianxun who valued him quite a bit.

Now it seemed that she was indeed short-sighted. This Fellow Daoist Li was much stronger than she had imagined. No wonder Gu Qianxun had reminded her early on that even if she didn't like Li Feiyu, she shouldn't deliberately antagonize him.

“Fellow Daoist Du Long, how confident do you think Fellow Daoist Li is of winning?” Yao Li asked Du Long beside her.

Hearing this, Du Long glanced at Yi Liya beside him with an embarrassed expression, and said, "This... it's really hard to say. Before in Qingyang City, this Fellow Daoist Li hid his strength, so I can't see..."

"Hmph, so what if he hides his strength? Even Gu Qianxun may not be Feng Wuchen's opponent. Does he think he has a chance of winning? Wishful thinking!" Yi Liya was in a terrible mood and snorted coldly.

"Hehe, just because you can't beat him doesn't mean others can't... I don't know if Fellow Daoist Li can beat him, but Fellow Daoist Gu can definitely beat him." Yao Li sneered after hearing this, and sarcastically mocked him mercilessly.

"Fellow Daoist Gu should win against Fang Chan first, then talk about other things." Yi Liya said disdainfully.

Yao Li was immediately choked when she heard this, and felt a fire in her heart, but she couldn't vent it.

Gu Qianxun did lose to Fang Chan back then, and now it would probably be very difficult to win him...

"The two of you should stop arguing. The two Xuan Fights are about to begin." Du Long coughed lightly and reminded them.

Yao Li snorted coldly and turned her head away without saying a word.

"This time I want to see if you can still be lucky..." Yi Liya muttered to himself in a low voice.

Some distance away from the crowd, Crab Daoren was also sitting among the crowd.

He heard Yi Liya's words, frowned slightly, turned his head to glance at him, and shook his head with a light smile.

……

The "Qian" and "Kun" Xuan Fight arenas faced each other from afar, and the four participating Xuan Fighters were all in position.

With the appearance of the two referees, the cheers of the audience in the stands gradually subsided.

On the Qian platform, Zhu Ziyuan was wearing a bone armor as white as snow, holding a white bone spear in his hand, which shone brightly, obviously containing a powerful Star Power. It was a very powerful Star Weapon.

Standing opposite him was a tall man, two zhang tall, with bulging muscles covered with a layer of cyan fluff, looking like a strong cyan ape. It was Jin Gong, who came from the same Xuan City as him.

Jin Gong wore a white bone gauntlet on his right arm, which seemed to be sewn with some kind of animal skin, inlaid with pieces of Star Bones of varying sizes. Although it did not reach the level of a Star Weapon, it seemed to be quite powerful.

After the referee standing in the middle announced the rules of the competition, he announced the start of the Xuan Fight and withdrew from the Xuan Fight arena on his own.

"Roar..."

Only to hear Jin Gong let out a roar almost like a beast, clenched his fists and stomped his feet fiercely.

With a loud "boom", the earth shook. More than eighty Xuan Apertures on Jin Gong's body lit up one after another with "bang bang" sounds. A powerful Astral Qi rushed out from his body, sweeping in all directions.

The gauntlet on his right hand also lit up with a piece of starlight. The streamer gathered at the end of the fist, shining brightly.

"I've told you more than once, right? Letting the aura leak out will only reduce the power of the gauntlet. Besides looking better, it's useless." Zhu Ziyuan looked at this scene coldly and reminded him expressionlessly.

Jin Gong's face changed slightly when he heard this. He took a deep breath, and the Astral Qi released from his body suddenly restrained a lot, looking as if he had run out of energy suddenly.

But as long as someone with discernment could see at a glance that the starlight on his gauntlet had obviously become much more solid and restrained.

"That's more like it, but unfortunately it's still not enough..." Zhu Ziyuan nodded first and then shook his head after seeing this.

Jin Gong couldn't help but show a bitter look on his face when he heard this.

The two of them didn't look like they were fighting in the Xuan Fight arena at all, but rather like sparring on weekdays. Zhu Ziyuan was completely in the form of guiding Jin Gong's cultivation, which didn't feel awkward or out of place at all.

"Alright, that's more like it, come on." After a while, Zhu Ziyuan finally said.

After he said this, Jin Gong nodded, stepped on Astral Steps, rushed straight out, and punched him.

The audience in the stands felt speechless when they saw this, and a chorus of boos arose for a while.

……

On the other side, Han Li and Feng Wuchen were also facing each other from a distance.

Feng Wuchen was dressed in white clothes that were as white as snow, still holding his willow-leaf narrow sword in his hand, standing sideways, with quite a bit of detached temperament, which caused the audience in the stands to cheer.

Han Li was wearing a simple black outfit, with his hands slightly tucked in his sleeves, standing in place without being nervous.

"Before we start, I'll give you one chance to kneel down and beg for mercy, otherwise if you want to beg for mercy later, I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to even open your mouth." Feng Wuchen said indifferently with a cold expression.

"If you want to fight, then fight. There's no need to talk nonsense." Han Li said with a light smile.

"Okay, you're the one who's looking for death, so you can't blame others." Feng Wuchen said with a cold expression.

As soon as he finished speaking, dozens of Xuan Apertures on his legs lit up first, and his legs jumped forward at the same time. His figure disappeared in a blur in place in an instant.

The people in the surrounding stands were all dazzled for a while, and couldn't help but let out an exclamation.

The light in Han Li's eyes was shining brightly, but he could see it very clearly. At the moment he jumped out, he also moved.

Only to see that the Xuan Apertures on his legs also lit up in an instant. The Feather Ascension Art was activated, and his feet were also blurred, and his figure also disappeared in place.

As soon as his figure disappeared, there was a burst of explosions from the place where he was originally standing. Hundreds of willow-leaf-like slender snow-white sword lights then stirred and exploded there.

Feng Wuchen's figure swept past there, without stopping, and quickly chased after Han Li, who had dodged away. He stabbed out with another fast and ruthless sword, and countless sword lights condensed from Star Power splashed out, making people dazzled.

For a time, two blurry figures on the Xuan Fight arena chased and dodged each other, flashing non-stop, and the explosions of sword lights were like firecrackers, ringing non-stop.

At first, it was lively to watch, but after many times, it became a little boring. There was a chorus of boos in the stands, and they all booed.

Feng Wuchen's figure stagnated and stopped. He stared at Han Li, who had also stopped in the distance, with his eyes almost burning with fire. He originally thought that he was good at speed, and relying on this advantage alone would be enough to beat Han Li. As a result, he didn't expect that the other party's speed was not slow either. Even if he reluctantly increased his speed, it wouldn't make much sense.

"What kind of skill is it to just dodge?" Feng Wuchen sneered.

"What kind of skill is it to just fail to catch up?" Han Li was unmoved and said with a smile.