The Ancient God Clan

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The Lingxu Sect members were also stunned, standing frozen in place. Xu Xin hadn't even seen what happened. Her thoughts had wandered for just a moment, and before she could even register the start of the match, it was already over.

Pu Fan, lying on the ground, looked up at the arena with murderous intent in his eyes. He roared, "Kid, you dare sneak attack me?"

Mo Yang shrugged and said, "Big guy, we already exchanged names, so the fight had technically started. It's your fault for standing there like an idiot. Don't blame me!"

Pu Fan's face twisted with rage. He leaped up, trying to charge back onto the arena, but before he could even land, Mo Yang kicked him off again.

Then, Mo Yang turned his gaze toward the areas of the other three sects and called out, "Next!"

At this point, the entire central square erupted into an uproar. Many of the watching cultivators began murmuring among themselves. It was true that the fight had technically started, but Mo Yang's speed was simply too fast. Pu Fan hadn't even had time to react, let alone block the attack, and was sent flying off the arena in an instant.

"Mo Yang? I've never heard of him before. Seems like this is his first time participating. This guy is interesting!"

"That Mystic Sect disciple was too careless. It was over before it even began. Tsk tsk, especially that last kick. It really had soul. Mystic Sect must be so embarrassed right now."

"This kid is a bit strange. What's his cultivation level? Why can't I sense it?"

As the crowd buzzed with discussion, a cold snort came from the Mystic Sect area. Pang Long had originally wanted his junior brother to test Mo Yang, but he hadn't learned anything. Instead, his junior brother had been kicked off the arena in one move. He couldn't hold back any longer and stood up abruptly from his seat.

Mo Yang stood on the arena, smiling warmly at Pang Long. There was no mockery in his expression—just a friendly, harmless smile.

Pang Long walked up to the arena and leaped onto it, his face cold and his eyes filled with killing intent.

"Kid, your luck has run out. You probably don't know the consequences of provoking the Mystic Sect, do you?" Pang Long said, his voice icy.

Mo Yang smiled and shook his head. "No, I don't."

After a pause, Mo Yang added, "Does your hand still hurt?"

To the onlookers, this question seemed random, but Pang Long knew exactly what Mo Yang

Although Mo Yang appeared casual, he wasn't careless. He had already begun circulating the true energy within his body.

Pang Long let out an angry roar and charged forward. The entire arena seemed to shake as a violent aura erupted from his body. Although he was only at the first level of the Earth Profound Realm, he was already in the mid-to-late stages, and his aura alone was far stronger than Qi Heng and Xu Xin.

Mo Yang stood still, circulating the fifth layer of the Tyrant Fist technique, and then threw a punch.

With a dull thud, Pang Long's charging body was sent flying backward, landing at the edge of the arena. One foot was already hanging off, and he nearly fell.

The crowd erupted in gasps once again. Pang Long's physical strength and power were well-known, yet now he seemed completely outmatched.

In the Jade Clear Gate area, the young man who had always maintained a cold expression finally furrowed his brows. His gaze sharpened as he silently watched Mo Yang on the arena.

He was Mu Qiu, the top genius of the Jade Clear Gate!

At this moment, Pang Long's face showed a mix of shock and uncertainty. His heart was anything but calm. He had fought Mo Yang once before and thought that Mo Yang had already used his full strength. However, compared to the power he had just felt, the difference was like night and day.

"Off you go!"

As Pang Long was still reeling, Mo Yang's voice rang out. In the blink of an eye, Mo Yang had appeared in front of him. Pang Long's expression changed drastically as he hurriedly raised his arms to block. But the incoming fist felt like a mountain, slamming into him and sending him flying off the arena.

Pang Long landed steadily on the ground outside the arena.

At this point, Pang Long's expression grew even more twisted. His arms felt as if they were broken, the pain searing through them. Although he wasn't seriously injured, his body had already left the arena's boundaries. He felt like vomiting blood.

The entire central square was in an uproar. Two disciples from the Mystic Sect had taken the stage, and both had met the same fate.

Pu Fan was one thing, but Pang Long, a genius known for his strength and physical prowess, had only managed to withstand one punch before being sent flying off the arena.

The Mystic Sect disciples were completely dumbfounded. Although the Mystic Sect wasn't as strong as the Jade Clear Gate

On the Lingxu Sect side, even Qi Heng was filled with shock. Although he hadn't said a word, watching two battles that should have been intense end in the blink of an eye was a huge blow to him. If it had been him, he would have struggled just to deal with Pang Long, yet Pang Long hadn't even lasted two rounds against Mo Yang.

Elder Three, though also surprised, was more pleased than anything. Before they had left, the Grand Elder had told him that Mo Yang would definitely bring a surprise to the Lingxu Sect. At first, he had been skeptical, but after seeing these two battles, he couldn't help but believe it.

"Brother Mo Yang is so amazing!" Su Fei'er exclaimed, her face filled with joy. She was happier than anyone else, her eyes sparkling as she looked at the figure on the arena.

Xu Xin, however, had a complicated expression. She had already realized yesterday at the tavern that she had underestimated Mo Yang, but she never expected him to be this strong. And this wasn't even about his cultivation level—it was his physical strength and power.

But then, the situation on the arena became somewhat awkward. No other cultivators stepped forward to challenge Mo Yang.

Mo Yang looked around in confusion, his gaze shifting to the areas of the other three sects. However, those areas remained quiet. Aside from Pang Long and Pu Fan, who were glaring at him with murderous eyes, no one else seemed willing to step forward.

"Where's the next one?" Mo Yang frowned, then turned to the elderly cultivators overseeing the arena.

"The first round is voluntary. If no one steps forward, there's nothing we can do," one of the elders explained.

After waiting for a long time, Mo Yang finally walked off the arena with a look of helplessness.

The crowd sighed in amazement. This was the first time in the history of the Four Sects Martial Arts Festival that something like this had happened. If it had been because of Mu Qiu, they could have understood. But for a previously unknown disciple from the Lingxu Sect to cause such a stir—this was beyond anyone's expectations.

The first round ended in an anticlimactic manner. After the arena battles, the Dragon Pool Pavilion had the most points, followed by the Jade Clear Gate. The Lingxu Sect came in third, while the Mystic Sect suffered the most. Aside from the two disciples who had won two matches at the beginning, they hadn't won a single match afterward.

After returning to the inn, Mo Yang immediately entered the Star Emperor Tower to continue comprehending the God-Slaying Art.

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