The first round for the menial disciples ended quickly.

Aside from Ye Feng, who was a complete embarrassment, several other disciples performed remarkably well.

Three of them defeated their opponents with the easiest methods.

Number 398, Yang Fan; number 123, Liu Bin; and another one, number 96, Yu Man.

Without Ye Feng, the final top three would probably have been these three.

The difference in casting speed alone can tell you who is better.

However, Ye Feng's actions introduced some unexpected variables.

Even if these people cast their spells very quickly, it would still take them more than a second. If someone rushed forward and dodged the first wave of spells, the outcome would be hard to predict.

Even though the sect leader had given the order, the last few people in the first round still held back somewhat. They all first unleashed a wave of spells to demonstrate their abilities before stepping forward to exchange blows.

Female disciples have an advantage here.

Even the most shameless person will instinctively hold back a bit when punching a woman. Victory or defeat can be decided in an instant, and when both sides are evenly matched, there's no room for holding back.

Therefore, when they encountered female disciples, a large majority were eliminated...

Ji Da, who was ranked lower, thrived after the rule change, defeating his opponent directly with his fists.

Seeing Ye Feng's gaze, he couldn't help but raise his head.

It's as if it's saying, "I was tricked by you before, I can't use magic, you're just like that..."

Ye Feng looked at him and nodded with a smile.

Well, kid, if you give in, I might just give you a piece of my mind...

The second round of the competition began quickly; out of more than four hundred people, 201 remained.

Everyone drew lots again, and number 101 received a bye.

However, Ye Feng wasn't so lucky; he drew number three, facing number 199.

The person who drew number 101 was a young man named Ding Xiu.

The match began quickly.

This time, the fight was clearly very intense, with every punch landing squarely.

The time also became longer.

Apart from the two arenas with female cultivators, all the other fights involved punches and kicks.

They instantly stole the limelight from the outer gate.

A group of inner disciples gathered around to watch.

"Hit him! Hit him! Go for it!"

"Pound his stomach! Oh dear, how could you be so clumsy..."

......

The first two fighters finished their fight quickly; the loser was carried away, and the winner was helped off the stage by his companions.

Seeing this miserable state, Ye Feng couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. In this state... the next match would probably be very difficult.

But who knows, maybe everyone's in the same boat?

Ye Feng stepped onto the stage with a light step. Approaching him was a female cultivator.

It was quite unexpected, especially since it was the one who had been standing in front of Yu Man earlier...

"Senior brother... we female cultivators can't fight like you men, you agree with that, right?"

"agree!"

Hearing Ye Feng's answer, Zhang Qiao'er revealed a smug smile. She had been in the back during the previous round as well.

The modified rules not only forced the opponent to abandon their spells, but also allowed her to exploit a loophole and kick the person away.

This time, she used the same trick again, pretending to cast a spell, but as soon as Ye Feng started, she would step forward...

"The match begins!"

"The four directions are separated from the earth..."

"Bang!"

"ah......"

Zhang Qiao'er, who had been thrown off the stage, got up and glared angrily at Ye Feng.

"You...you promised..."

Ye Feng shrugged innocently.

"See, I didn't lock your head, did I?"

Zhang Qiao'er's screams had already attracted most of the attention. At this moment, the two people entangled on the next arena, pointed to by Ye Feng, stopped what they were doing and stared at this side in bewilderment.

"I didn't slap you in the face, did I?"

next door:.....

"You... Hmph, despicable!"

Zhang Qiao'er had nothing to say and could only leave angrily.

Seeing that Zhang Qiao'er had no objections, the referee breathed a sigh of relief and announced Ye Feng's victory.

On the stands, Xin Zhiruo, who had been watching Ye Feng closely, couldn't help but speak indignantly.

"This guy has absolutely no chivalry towards women. Does he even know any magic?"

Xiao Xuan's eyes darted around. Judging from Ye Feng's speed, he was most likely at the second level of Body Refinement.

With everyone abandoning magic, it's unlikely anyone can force him to use it.

Only the few with the fastest casting speed have a chance.

Thinking about this, she couldn't help but become interested, wanting to know if this Ye Feng actually knew any magic...

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With Ye Feng as an example, there was no more leniency in the subsequent male-female duels.

Given that everyone's magical abilities were roughly equal, the men, accustomed to manual labor, naturally had the advantage in physical strength.

The competition quickly moved to the third round, and after this round, it was time for dinner...

As Ye Feng pondered this, he went over to draw lots.

The 18th is auspicious! The numbers are good!

Number 51 got a bye again, and strangely enough, it was that guy named Ding Xiu who got a bye...

Even Master Liao Lao couldn't help but look at him in astonishment. This luck... is just too good!

However, next time there will be 26 people, so there won't be any more byes. But the time after that...

Ding Xiu, dressed in white with a smile on his face, remained unmoved even under the watchful eyes of the Golden Core elder.

Ye Feng's third round was as expected; he sent his opponent flying with a single palm strike, advancing to the fourth round.

During the break, everyone enjoyed the inner sect's canteen, which served spiritual food. Those who had used magic in the morning and suffered from depleted mana were all replenished.

Ye Feng also saw Xu Hao in the cafeteria, and the two greeted each other.

"I watched all your matches, you're really good."

Ye Feng smiled somewhat embarrassedly.

"You guys are all brute force; you're nowhere near as good as me. By the way, have you advanced yet?"

"Eliminated in the first round"

Xu Hao said confidently, showing no sign of being discouraged by the loss.

Ye Feng also felt it was a bit of a pity; he hadn't even finished watching Xu Hao's first round match before it was his turn.

Most of the games we saw afterward weren't as exciting as his.

Unfortunately, they encountered a formidable opponent.

Cultivators don't take afternoon naps... In fact, in the later stages, they only need to eat one meal a day.

Everyone returned to the arena and immediately began the afternoon's schedule.

This time, Ye Feng drew number 1 and went on stage first. Ding Xiu, who had a bye last time, drew number 10... Of course, with 26 people, there was no one who would get a bye.

As someone who changed the rules, Ye Feng's battles are particularly eye-catching.

His fighting style was already familiar to everyone, so when his opponent stepped onto the stage, he crossed his arms in front of him, waiting intently.

"Water Ball Technique!"

A water balloon the size of a grapefruit shot out like an arrow.

"Bang!"

As expected, the opponent was sent flying off the ring again...

Everyone: ......