"May I ask your name, young lady?" Ye Feng asked with a smile.
The female warrior stammered, "My name is Zhao Xiaodie. Please, my friend, show mercy."
As she spoke, Zhao Xiaodie cast a somewhat fearful glance at Ye Feng.
It seems that Ye Feng's killing of Liu Feiming, a disciple of the Medicine King Sect, in front of so many people yesterday has left this female martial artist with psychological trauma, which is why she is so afraid now.
"Don't worry, we have no grudges against each other, I won't hurt you." Ye Feng said with a smile.
Hearing Ye Feng's words, Zhao Xiaodie finally felt a little more at ease.
The old man below the ring shouted to Zhao Xiaodie, "Don't let your guard down! If you can't beat them, admit defeat immediately!"
Zhao Xiaodie nodded shyly.
The old man shouted at Ye Feng again, "If you dare to hurt my precious disciple, I'll kill you!"
The night wind chuckled silently.
As soon as the Martial Alliance referee shouted "Start!", Zhao Xiaodie took out a magical artifact and rushed towards Ye Feng.
With a sharp cry, Zhao Xiaodie pounced on Ye Feng, thrusting her two daggers toward his shoulder.
It's clear that Zhao Xiaodie was very measured in her actions, as she didn't aim for Ye Feng's vital points.
In this way, even if the night wind can't stop them, they'll only get injured at most, not die.
But how could the night wind not be blocked?
Ye Feng raised his right hand and flicked it lightly, sending Zhao Xiaodie's double daggers flying from her left hand. Then, Ye Feng took a step to the side and dodged Zhao Xiaodie's other double daggers.
Zhao Xiaodie spun around in place, her slender figure resembling a graceful dance.
Moreover, it seemed as if flower petals appeared around Zhao Xiaodie, almost filling the entire field of vision in the night.
Although Zhao Xiaodie was only a martial artist at the ninth level of the Qi Movement Realm, and had not even reached the Separation and Union Realm, her cultivation technique was extremely ingenious.
This shows that Zhao Xiaodie's success in the first two rounds was not simply due to good luck; she also possesses considerable strength.
However, Zhao Xiaodie's little trick was no match for Ye Feng.
Night Wind was not fooled by the illusions Zhao Xiaodie created at all, and pointed directly at Zhao Xiaodie's throat.
The old man in the audience watched with veins bulging, as if he would rush into the ring to save someone at any moment.
However, seeing that Ye Feng had stopped attacking, the old man's expression finally softened considerably.
"You lost," Ye Feng said with a smile.
A deep look of disappointment appeared on Zhao Xiaodie's face.
She then forced a smile and said, "You really are amazing. I'm no match for you."
After saying that, Zhao Xiaodie jumped off the stage.
The old man hurried over to Zhao Xiaodie and asked with concern, "My dear apprentice, are you hurt? Let me see..."
"Master, don't worry about me, I'm fine..." Zhao Xiaodie said shyly.
This master and apprentice are truly loving.
Night Breeze smiled and turned to look at the Martial Alliance referee.
The martial arts referee immediately announced loudly: "In the 21st match of the first round, the martial artist with the number one draw has won!"
The audience erupted in applause and cheers.
Ye Feng calmly walked down from the arena and sat down in front of Jiang Lingxuan and Sun Muqing.
Jiang Lingxuan asked with a smile, "How was it sparring with that female martial artist?"
"Not good at all. She's too weak. I was afraid of accidentally hurting her, so I was very restrained in my attacks. Even so, she didn't last three moves against me. So what could I possibly feel?" Ye Feng said nonchalantly.
Sun Muqing scoffed, "Lingxuan is jealous. Yefeng, you showed mercy and tenderness to that female warrior, so Lingxuan asked this question on purpose."
"I'm not jealous at all," Jiang Lingxuan denied.
"You clearly are."
Sun Muqing and Jiang Lingxuan were playfully bickering and laughing together, which drew incomprehensible glances from many men in the audience.
"Mr. Ye, I'm truly disappointed that you didn't encounter any disciples of the Medicine King Sect today," Zhao Qingyun said with a smile.
"Yes, it seems the disciples of the Medicine King Sect can escape this calamity today," Li Fengyue added.
Night Wind simply shrugged and said nothing more.
Before the third round of the martial arts competition had even ended, Ye Feng left with Jiang Lingxuan and Sun Muqing.
Since they've already participated in the competition, and there are no more matches for them today, there's no need for them to stay at the venue any longer.
Ye Feng, Jiang Lingxuan, and Sun Muqing found a restaurant and had a delicious meal before returning to the inn to rest.
Today is the fourth round of the competition.
By the fourth round, the number of martial artists had greatly decreased, to only thirty or forty.
However, the further you go, the more skilled players you'll encounter.
Those who made it to the fourth round were mostly martial artists at the Separation and Union Realm; very few were below that level.
After Ye Feng, Jiang Lingxuan, and Sun Muqing sat down, they quietly waited for Li Fengyue and the others to arrive, and also for the competition to begin.
Night Breeze looked around and scanned the entire area, but did not see the person or thing he wanted to see, so a look of doubt appeared on his face.
"What's wrong, Ye Feng?" Jiang Lingxuan asked.
“Huang Yue said that the disciples of the Ling Shui Sect pay attention to the annual martial arts competition and select suitable martial artists from the winners to join the Ling Shui Sect. If that’s the case, the disciples of the Ling Shui Sect should be here to watch the competition, but I haven’t seen anyone who looks like they’re from the Ling Shui Sect,” Ye Feng said.
“Perhaps the experts from the Spirit Water Sect weren’t the real masters, which is why you didn’t notice them,” Sun Muqing said after thinking for a moment.
"Yes, that's possible," Night Wind nodded.
A short while later, Li Fengyue and the others arrived.
As soon as Qiu Miaozhen arrived, she greeted Jiang Lingxuan and Sun Muqing warmly, as if they were sisters.
Li Fengyue, Zhao Qingyun, and Sun Chaozhen also greeted Ye Feng.
As they were talking, the fourth round of the martial arts competition began.
Whether it was bad luck or good luck, Li Fengyue was the first player to play in today's match.
Li Fengyue's opponent was a martial artist at the fourth level of the Separation and Union Realm. The two fought back and forth on the arena, but their styles were completely different.
Li Fengyue appeared so gentle, as if strolling leisurely in a garden, while her opponent was like a cheetah, incredibly fast and fiercely attacking.
However, Li Fengyue was, after all, a martial artist at the eighth level of the Separation and Union Realm, and also a martial artist from a sect. His skills were far superior to those of a martial artist at the fourth level of the Separation and Union Realm.
Therefore, this battle is unlikely to be any suspense, and Li Fengyue will definitely win in the end.
Sure enough, within a short quarter of an hour, Li Fengyue seized an opening and sent the cheetah-like martial artist flying with a single palm strike.
Thump!
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