"Of course, the power to decide is in the hands of you gentlemen, and you need not be so petty as to act like short-sighted women."

"Gentlemen, please forgive our rudeness. After all, the participants are all people we have carefully taught and nurtured, and over time, we have naturally developed deep bonds with them. However, we will never question any of your decisions!"

The Red Thread Snake Martial Arts School Master He Shan stepped out and acted as a peacemaker. At the same time, he bowed to the silent group of people in the distant house who could be considered the bread and butter of the Qingmang City's lords and the pillars of the city, asking for an answer.

"What, you won't say anything if I don't come? Are you taking me so seriously, or do you just want to see some fun?"

An elderly man holding a wind chime cane, who had just closed a book, appeared in the room at some point, and everyone else's eyes were also drawn to him.

"After all, this matter is also related to Mo Fengshi, but I can't make a direct judgment. Even if this kid is fierce, with so many protectors and martial arts masters evaluating and protecting him, he can't possibly eliminate them all, can he?"

This year, the Mighty Bull Demon Sect has two people in charge of accepting disciples. One is a blue-haired woman with long hair, an oval face, and fair skin, wearing a green robe and carrying a sword. Her exposed skin is covered with fine blue feathers. The other is a man with a rugged figure, a resolute face, and squinty eyes. He is wearing a sloppy short-sleeved fur coat and black trousers held up by a bright red tendon belt.

The man asked calmly, while the others around him remained silent, seemingly having completely relinquished their dominance. However, even without saying a word, the aura of a superior filled the place with an indescribable pressure.

"Your information network is quite impressive. With your seniority and the favor of the Lord, I have also been promoted. Naturally, this is my last time in charge of the field research in Qingmang City."

"In that case, you naturally want to see something different. As for that child outside, you are all senior figures, how could you not understand his state?"

Mo Wen stroked his beard, appearing the most carefree and relaxed among them. However, he held the highest status, as Caifeng Tower was one of the Four Gatherings, Five Towers, and Six Seas Peaks in the world's power hierarchy, naturally giving it an advantage over those below.

"Old Mo is quite perceptive. We only noticed it after watching for a while. This child is currently in the stage of clearing his martial mind and sweeping away his chronic illness. After all, the child is indeed quite different from before."

The third ancestor of the Mu family, still dressed in red, chuckled as he picked up the conversation. The so-called "clear martial mind" is a description of understanding oneself, upholding the martial path, and questioning one's true nature in martial arts. Simply put, it is like a dusty mirror that cannot reflect things clearly; it needs to be cleaned to see what is clearly.

This is not a process of sudden enlightenment or overnight ascension, but it is a manifestation that martial artists constantly experience and yearn for, indicating that they can still move forward and are determined to do so!

"So Elder Mo thinks so highly of Dao Chengyi? Does that mean our Qingmang City is also going to produce a genius who will be renowned throughout Yun Prefecture and even the Southern Frontier?"

Magistrate Huang Yulang's round, auspicious face beamed with a crescent-shaped smile, making him look extremely festive.

"I dare not guarantee it. After all, how many geniuses throughout history have truly stood the test of time and survived?"

"But he is indeed the best I have ever seen. Besides, hasn't this happened once before, in the past few sessions? Speaking of that little guy, he's back today, isn't he?"

The man from the Mighty Bull Demon Sect changed his expression slightly, and then nodded.

"In that case, let's proceed as normal. Considering there are a total of forty-nine participants and only twenty-five left, since that kid has eliminated so many people, why not just let them have byes until the end?"

The twenty-four people were divided into six groups of four, then the six groups were reduced to three, and finally a decisive battle ensued. This suggestion was quite appropriate, but the three groups of the Mu family naturally would not agree.

"What kind of skill is it to eliminate those people? Doesn't that mean they were too useless? Giving them a bye will only make others resentful. Why not just let luck decide and let them play as they should?"

The three groups seem to value Dao Chengyi's martial arts quite a bit. If they miss this opportunity today, who knows if they will lose a chance to transform themselves?

"Does Sister Mu feel that there aren't enough rounds of the decisive third round? I have some little ones by my side who can participate as well."

This time, the one who spoke was another woman with green hair and long, thin ears. She was decorated with many flowers, branches, and leaves, and remained green even in winter.

"That's right, I brought quite a few little guys, they can play three or six more games."

The man who came from Wuyuan was a man with thick hair, arms that reached past his knees, and more ape-like than human. He scratched his head honestly and looked very simple-minded.

“There’s no point in arguing any longer. Why don’t we just have that kid set up a ring and let him fight it out? I think he’s in a very strong position right now, and he’ll probably be unwilling to go down there. Let’s just do him a favor.”

Captain Wei Jie spoke, and his words were met with nods of approval from the Niu and Liao families. The third group of the Mu family looked at another blue-haired woman from the Mighty Bull Demon Sect, who gently shook her head.

Finally, the rules were established. The will of the great man was quickly transmitted to the lower levels. The previous group division was changed to a arena. The first place winner was determined first, and the second place winner was determined later. The first arena champion was Dao Chengyi.

"Consider yourself lucky today, kid. I hope you'll have the same luck out there in the future."

The Iron Sand Pavilion Master snorted coldly and stopped arguing. Dao Chengyi looked at the thin layer of snow covering his feet, waved his sleeve, and a strong wind blew, scattering all the snow towards the Iron Sand Pavilion Master.

The latter easily defeated him, but being provoked by a junior like this caused his suppressed anger to flare up again.

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