Xiao Xi watched as Chen Jialuo performed the Eight-step Mysterious Trace on the arena, and was quite surprised, uttering a sound of surprise.

Tie Xuan turned to look at Xiao Xi: "Isn't it just the Mysterious Boxing? Is it really that strange?"

Xiao Xi pouted, looked at the big dumb guy Tie Xuan, and then glanced at Li Feng with a prideful humph.

"Of course it's different."

"Do you remember that Chen Ming from the Jingwu Martial Arts Hall in our division before?"

Tie Xuan nodded: "Of course I remember, that guy also came along, but his luck wasn't as good as mine, he was eliminated in the previous match."

Chen Ming from Jingwu Martial Arts Hall was also one of the ten people who advanced from the Southeast division, but in the final advancement match of the Southeast division, it was practically swept by Li Feng alone, allowing Chen Ming to advance by luck.

Otherwise, under normal circumstances, his chances of advancing wouldn't be great, after all, the opponents Li Feng defeated weren't weak.

"Yeah, it seems this Chen Ming also practiced the Mysterious Boxing."

Tie Xuan realized.

"Chen Ming, Chen Jialuo, both have the surname Chen, are they family?"

Xiao Xi glared at Tie Xuan, who liked to make connections: "Is that the point? Let's put aside whether they're relatives for now."

"You should have seen Chen Ming's Mysterious Boxing, didn't you feel like something was missing in his boxing?"

"Something missing?"

"Missing what?"

Tie Xuan comes from the Vajra Sect, a Nine Streams sect with little foundation, and reaching his current position was due to his extraordinary talent and a bit of good luck.

"Coordination."

At this moment, Li Feng spoke up from the side.

"Chen Ming's Mysterious Boxing focuses on the boxing art, but clearly, this Mysterious Boxing isn't just about the boxing art. The Mysterious Boxing performed by Chen Jialuo should be the most authentic version."

"Look closely at his footwork, his steps aren't senselessly chaotic like a headless fly, but rather treading the Eight Diagrams positions, with upper and lower body coordination. It's not just throwing punches in a dizzying manner."

Oh!

Tie Xuan heard this and looked more closely at Chen Jialuo's footwork, but the more he looked, the dizzier he became, feeling as if he was being drawn into it.

Xiao Xi glanced at Li Feng, who was observing carefully.

"That's right, this Eight-step Mysterious Boxing is the most authentic Mysterious Boxing. According to my master, this Eight-step Mysterious Boxing is composed of the Eight-step Mysterious Footwork and Mysterious Boxing. Only by combining both can the true power of the Mysterious Boxing be unleashed."

"Moving like a shadow, fists like thunder, coming like the wind, going like water."

"It makes it hard to discern the angle and position of the strikes, attacking the unprepared and leaving no room for defense."

"Chen Ming only practiced the Mysterious Boxing, but not the Eight-step Mysterious Footwork, so while his punches have power, they're not difficult to handle."

"Previously, Chen Jialuo must have hidden his true skills, completely concealing the Eight-step Mysterious Footwork, which led to a close fight with his opponent in the last match. It seems he had it all planned out."

"But in this match, his opponent is too strong, it's Luo Qingyun from Wudang. If he continues to hide his skills, he's just setting himself up for trouble."

"So he immediately used the Eight-step Mysterious Boxing, intending to give Luo Qingyun a thunderous strike."

Xiao Xi's eyes flickered as she watched the two fighting on the arena.

"So does Chen Jialuo stand a chance to win?"

"He has no chance."

Li Fengtu suddenly spoke.

"Oh, why?"

Tie Xuan turned back to look at Li Feng, puzzled, as it seemed like Chen Jialuo was dominating Luo Qingyun on stage.

"Because Luo Qingyun hasn't made any mistakes."

Li Feng said.

Hmm?

Tie Xuan was baffled, wondering how that could be a reason.

Xiao Xi exhaled and said: "Luo Qingyun is unmoved, responding with ease. Chen Jialuo's defeat is certain."

"Wudang truly is a renowned sect. Ten years ago it was Liao Qingyang, and now it's Luo Qingyun, excelling in every generation."

"Yes, this Luo Qingyun is probably not inferior to Liao Qingyang. If there weren't any mistakes in the previous round, Wudang would have taken the lead."

Wudang this time didn't only have Liao Qingyang and Luo Qingyun entering the fray, but two others also advanced.

In the top thirty-two, though Liao Qingyang was unexpected, the other three disciples didn't face obstacles, so Wudang secured three spots in the top thirty-two.

"Heh, what is this Luo Qingyun doing? Did he think the last match was too quick, so he's deliberately holding back this time?"

"Otherwise, Wudang is a prestigious sect, so they have to be a bit modest. Being overly aggressive wouldn't be good."

In the corner of the contestant area, someone leaned against the wall, half their face obscured by a hat, making it hard to see their appearance, though their mouth carried a trace of disdain.

And beside them, someone sat on a bench, their hands propped behind them, body extremely relaxed, chewing gum, letting the sunlight wash over them.

The face bore a faint, bright smile, though the eyes held a superior awareness of the world.

The rest area wasn't large, with little groups gathered, yet around these two, two to three meters were devoid of people, creating a vacuum of sorts.

The other contestants didn't bother looking over, as if they knew who these two were.

"Hmph, sanctimonious."

"Indeed, sanctimonious. After all, they have to keep face; can't be too unsightly, right?"

Nearby contestants naturally overheard their conversation, swallowed apprehensively, and instinctively shifted away.

Better keep a distance.

"Who are those two over there?"

"The one standing is Mo Nan, Kunlun's top expert. The one sitting is Wudang's Zhang Sanfeng."

"Zhang Sanfeng? The Wudang patriarch?"

"Not that Feng, it's the Feng meaning madman. This guy is an eccentric from Wudang, renowned alongside Luo Qingyun, but while Luo Qingyun is mature and stable, this Zhang Sanfeng is unorthodox and roguish."

"It's them. Their first opponents forfeited directly, advancing to the top thirty-two without even stepping on the stage."

Tie Xuan glanced over, startled.

It was Li Bielang from the Xingyi Sect speaking. After their last match, of the three from the Xingyi Sect, Huang Shuyao was inevitably eliminated, leaving only Hua Wushuang and Li Bielang.

Li Feng didn't watch the afternoon matches, so he was naturally unaware, and the same went for Xiao Xi.

"Are these two very strong to make someone forfeit directly?"

Li Bielang shook his head.

"I don't know the specifics, but they're definitely strong — it's just a matter of how strong. But to make someone surrender directly, these two aren't simple."

Li Feng couldn't help but glance over, coincidentally meeting Zhang Sanfeng as he turned his head.

Their eyes met in the air.

Zhang Sanfeng raised a hand and waved at Li Feng.

"Cough, let's focus on the present, Li Feng, your opponent is Liu Zaiye, the young sect leader of the Eight Diagrams Sect. Be mentally prepared, the Eight Diagrams Sect is on par with my Xingyi Sect, and Liu Zaiye is a promising successor for the Eight Diagrams Sect, his skills are definitely not weak."

"Also, I feel like the rumors going around are being spread deliberately by someone, be cautious."

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