Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

As Ye Feng and Liu Qingshan were looking down on each other, Hu Daotong walked to the center of the stage. The third round of examination was about to begin.

"The eighteen people that are left here are all talented experts from the first two stages. Now, the eighteen of you will decide on the strongest five, and obtain the qualifications to enter my Flying Cloud Sect …"

Hu Daotong's voice reverberated across the stage.

Because there were less people here, the vast arena seemed to be a little empty at the moment.

The center of the stage was covered by a red blanket. Nine chairs were placed on both sides of the stage. There were eighteen of them. According to the results of the previous two tests, each of them had their own seat.

As a result, he sat on the first chair on the left, while facing Liu Qingshan, who wanted nothing more than to pull his tendons and skin off.

The place where Ye Feng had attacked was the genius from the Chen family, Chen Bixiao.

Even though the beautiful young lady was behind Ye Feng, her face did not have much of a reaction, and occasionally looked at Ye Feng with a calm and collected expression. Who can laugh to the end?

Just as Liu Qingshan had said, the third stage was to test one's combat ability. To truly fight to the death, that was a test of one's strength, not of one's potential!

Those qualified to enter the third trial had at least a Qi Transformation Stage cultivation level of above, and among them, other than the three great geniuses, there were four or five others who had reached the Meditation Stage level.

Martial cultivation was a major trend in the Sky Martial Continent. There were at least tens of thousands of young people with decent talent in Bali City, but there were less than ten who could reach the Meditation Stage.

If it was Ye Feng one or two months ago, let alone fighting his way into the top five, even participating in the examination would be an unimaginable feat.

Unable to awaken the Martial Vein, a trash of the martial way?

Ye Feng's mind was filled with thoughts, today, let me, this trash who is despised by others, defeat these self-proclaimed geniuses, soar into the sky.

"..."

Every Martial Cultivator who has obtained the qualifications to participate in the third trial have three chances. As for whether or not you can sit steadily in the first five chairs, it all depends on your own abilities. "

Hu Daotong's voice sounded from the high platform.

"I now declare that the examination for this stage has begun."

The first to issue the challenge was a Martial Cultivator of the Qi Transformation Stage.

This person clearly had a very high opinion of himself. His gaze swept across the eighteen people one by one until it landed on the fifth ranked youth. Only then did he point his finger and say: "I, Tang Dayuan, challenge number five."

Within the top five Martial Cultivator, all of them were at least in the Meditation Stage, so this number five Zhang Xianfeng was no exception.

"A mere Qi Transformation Stage dares to covet my position? Hmph, overestimating yourself. " The seasoned Zhang Xianfeng stepped onto the arena, exuding a calm and collected atmosphere.

"Tsk tsk, this person is a powerful character, his cultivation has long since reached the middle stage of the Meditation Stage."

"I heard that he cultivated the high-rank yellow-rank martial skill, Fire Cloud Palm, to the Mastery Stage."

"It might not be so easy to challenge him."

The spectators were all in high spirits as they discussed amongst themselves.

Just as everyone had expected, the two of them exchanged more than ten moves on the stage. Zhang Xianfeng took a good look at the opponent's weak point and struck out with his palm, causing his blood and Qi to burst out like red-hot iron sand.

"This battle, Zhang Xianfeng wins." Hu Daotong announced loudly.

There were also people who chose to challenge the fourth ranked Yan Jing. In the end, he was still slightly inferior and also lost.

Regardless of whether it was Zhang Xianfeng or Yan Jing, to be able to sit in such a position meant that they were not some average person. They were strong, and only Martial Cultivator with the same level of Meditation Stage and above would have a chance of winning.

If a Qi Condensation cultivator wanted to surpass them, it would be extremely difficult.

The results of the following matches were basically the same. The challenger was basically defeated, and the gap in cultivation was right there. Not everyone had the qualifications to enter the top five.

"I challenge number one, Ye Feng!"

Finally, someone challenged Ye Feng.

Ye Feng was very familiar with this person, he was Wang Family elite Wang Sheng who had suffered many times at his hands.

"Ye Feng, I won't let you sit firmly in the top five so easily, even if you are not your match, I will have to exhaust your strength and have others pull you down." Wang Sheng, who was walking up the stage, looked at Ye Feng and transmitted with the Vital Qi.

"Whatever."

When he was still in the Qi Transformation Stage, the other party was not his opponent, and now that he had levelled up, Ye Feng did not know how much distance he had left Wang Sheng, so how could he possibly place him in his eyes.

However, if others wanted to challenge him, they could just move around and comb through the Vital Qi which had not stabilized after the Qi Condensation stage.

"Number thirteen Wang Sheng challenges number one Ye Feng, starting now." Hu Daotong shouted loudly.

Wang Sheng stepped forward with a solemn expression.

Wang Sheng naturally understood Ye Feng's power, and knew that he was no match for Ye Feng. Therefore, when he went up on stage, he gave it his all, thinking to consume as much of Ye Feng's energy as possible using the Vital Qi, so he was prepared for defense the moment the match started.

Prepare for the endurance battle, the revolving battle.

Ye Feng smiled slightly.

In the next moment, he raised his fist, the image of the fist dazzled in Wang Sheng's eyes, as a fist filled with explosive power had already reached his throat.

"You lost!"

"This, this, how is this possible, he actually didn't see how he was able to do it?"

Wang Sheng's eyes were wide opened.

"No, no, I haven't lost yet. I want to buy as much time as possible." Such a thought flashed across Wang Sheng's mind.

But just when he was about to dodge Ye Feng's punch, a burst of coldness suddenly came from his throat, making it hard for him to breathe.

It was the dense aura produced by the Vital Qi on Ye Feng's fist.

"I, I admit defeat."

His life was at stake. With this, he had no choice but to admit defeat.

Wang Sheng's strength had exceeded his expectations, and he would probably never be able to match it in his entire life. Thinking of this, a sense of relief rose in his heart.

This completely destroyed his heart, and made him unable to believe his thoughts of going against Ye Feng …

"..."

"Wang Family Master, it seems that the descendants of your Wang Family have a lot of personality, haha …" On the other side of the high platform, Liu Yuanhua who was watching the fight laughed out loud. His laughter was obviously filled with ridicule.

"Cough, cough …"

Patriarch of Wang Family, Wang Lin Long had an extremely awkward expression.

Why did he admit defeat before the match even began?

Wang Sheng, what the f * ck did you do up there?

Ye Feng's movements were too fast, causing his methods of defeating Wang Sheng to appear very strange. Moreover, no one could see the Vital Qi on his fist, but it made people feel that it was very strange.

Moreover, he had just advanced in Meditation Stage after all. Among the top few people, his realm was considered to be the weakest, and the first place he sat in attracted many onlookers.

After Wang Sheng led the way, more people quickly started to issue challenges to him.