Chapter 37: Throwing the Opponent Off

"A Xuan-level martial skill? Very well! I'd like to see it!" Zhang Feng said, slightly surprised, but showing no fear as he smiled and quickly charged towards Liu Hai. As he moved, his figure blurred, and he swiftly changed direction.

"Zhang Feng's speed has increased! Over the past few years, his strength has improved rapidly!" Liu Hai thought to himself, his eyes locked onto Zhang Feng.

Liu Hai's hands swiftly formed a series of hand seals, and a faint blue glow emanated from his palms. He suddenly struck towards Zhang Feng with a powerful palm strike, shouting, "Wind Thunder Palm!"

"Whoosh!"

"Bang!"

A blue energy beam shot out rapidly, aiming straight at Zhang Feng. However, Zhang Feng's speed was astonishing. Despite being locked onto by Liu Hai, he managed to twist his body downward at the last moment, narrowly dodging the attack as the blue energy just grazed his face. He pushed off the ground with his palm, evading the strike just in time. The energy beam struck the arena floor with a bang, creating a meter-wide crater.

"He actually dodged it!" Liu Hai thought, shocked. Although Zhang Feng had been moving quickly, Liu Hai had locked onto him, yet Zhang Feng still managed to avoid the attack.

"That was close! Xuan-level martial skills are indeed formidable." Zhang Feng glanced at the crater in the arena, secretly amazed. If he had been hit, he would have definitely lost.

"Xuan-level martial skill! Incredible! The arena got damaged!" an astonished cultivator exclaimed.

"Good! Very good! That dodge was beautiful, quite impressive!" another cultivator clapped and laughed.

"Impressive! Impressive! Liu Hai has the upper hand!" Mo Yan said excitedly.

"He's bound to win!" Xiao Chen said with a faint smile.

"Of course, Liu Hai just used a Xuan-level martial skill!" Mo Yan laughed confidently.

Xiao Chen shook his head and said, "I was talking about Zhang Feng."

Mo Yan was taken aback and looked at Xiao Chen, asking curiously, "Zhang Feng? That's impossible, right? Liu Hai's Xuan-level martial skill is very powerful."

"The palm strike should have hit Zhang Feng, but at the last moment, Zhang Feng's speed increased significantly, allowing him to narrowly dodge it. Perhaps Liu Hai didn't even notice," Xiao Chen explained, his cultivation allowing him to see clearly.

Hearing Xiao Chen's words, Mo Yan was shocked. "So, you're saying Zhang Feng might win?"

"That seems to be the case," Xiao Chen smiled faintly. At this moment, he was no longer as tense as before. After watching the fight for a while, he had become quite calm.

On the arena, Liu Hai stared at Zhang Feng and snorted, "Hmph! Don't get cocky. I'll send you flying in a moment!"

"That's not certain!" Zhang Feng replied calmly, confident in his own strength.

"Wind Thunder Palm!" Liu Hai unleashed the Xuan-level martial skill again, striking towards Zhang Feng with a series of rapid palm strikes.

Zhang Feng moved swiftly and agilely, displaying high-difficulty moves that ordinary people couldn't perform, quickly evading Liu Hai's attacks while closing in on him.

"Is he deliberately luring Liu Hai to attack?" Xiao Chen wondered, seeming to have figured something out.

As Zhang Feng dodged Liu Hai's final palm strike, he leapt high into the air, spinning gracefully as if performing a dance.

"A feint?" Xiao Chen remarked, seemingly seeing through the move.

"Great opportunity!" Seeing Zhang Feng in mid-air, Liu Hai found his chance and decisively launched a palm strike. The blue energy rapidly surged towards Zhang Feng in the air.

Seeing the blue energy rushing towards him, Zhang Feng's lips curved into a mysterious smile, as if he had anticipated this. He suddenly spun downward from mid-air, the blue energy narrowly missing him again.

"Bang!"

As he landed, Zhang Feng struck the ground forcefully with his palm, his body shooting towards Liu Hai like a tiger. With a smug smile, he said, "Liu Hai, sorry, but I've won!"

"What?" Liu Hai was startled. At the moment Zhang Feng landed, his speed suddenly doubled, catching Liu Hai off guard.

"Bang!"

Zhang Feng's palms struck Liu Hai's chest with a heavy thud, sending Liu Hai flying out of the arena. It was only then that Liu Hai realized he was near the edge of the arena and was directly thrown out.

"This guy!" Liu Hai muttered, unwilling to accept the defeat but understanding what had happened.

As Liu Hai flew out of the arena, the referee announced, "First match, Zhang Feng wins!"

Hearing this, Zhang Feng cheered happily, "Great! I won! Haha!"

"Hmph! Don't get too happy, I was just careless!" Liu Hai snorted, full of resentment at being eliminated in the first match.

"Wonderful! Spectacular!" The crowd applauded and cheered enthusiastically.

"Zhang Feng really won!" Mo Yan was shocked, once again amazed by Xiao Chen's ability to see through the fight.

"If I'm not mistaken, Zhang Feng has cultivated a Xuan-level body technique, giving him an edge in speed over Liu Hai. He's smart, using his speed to evade Liu Hai's attacks and deliberately luring Liu Hai to the edge of the arena. He's a genius," Xiao Chen said with a smile, having seen everything clearly.

Soon, the referee announced loudly, "Next match: Blue Number Two, Yang Tian, versus Red Number Two, Zhao Yang."

The following matches weren't as interesting, mainly featuring battles between youngsters in the Fusion Stage. Although their cultivation was weaker, their supporters cheered for them passionately.

The Fusion Stage matches ended quickly, with the winners decided swiftly. The subsequent battles were more exciting, featuring youngsters in the Heart Movement Stage, though not as powerful as the Fasting Stage, the youngsters performed well.

Time passed, and with the conclusion of the sixth and seventh matches, it was time for the eighth match, where Xiao Chen would be up.

"Xiao Chen, you're up next! Good luck!" Mo Yan said excitedly.

Soon, the referee announced loudly, "Next match: Blue Number Eight, Xiao Chen, versus Red Number Eight, Lu Fei!"

"Xiao Chen? Is it him?" Hearing the familiar name, Su Gutian, watching below the arena, was shocked, remembering Xiao Chen.

"It's him!" In another spot, Ge Fei also recognized Xiao Chen, his eyes flashing with a complex emotion.

Before long, a young man in a black robe, with black hair draped over his shoulders, slightly tanned skin, and carrying a long sword on his back, leapt lightly onto the arena, spinning twice in mid-air before landing steadily.

"It's him! It's really him. I haven't seen him in over a year, and he's changed a lot. He's taller, even taller than me!" Su Gutian recognized Xiao Chen at a glance, despite the significant changes.

Beside him, Ge Tianming frowned and asked, "Su Gutian, do you know him?"

"I met him once, that was a year ago. He shouldn't be from Tiandu; there's no one named Xiao in Tiandu. I didn't expect him to join the martial arts tournament," Su Gutian laughed.

"You've only met him once, don't know his background, and yet you're so excited?" Liu Feng said calmly, with a hint of arrogance.

The three major families appeared to have good relations on the surface and seemed united, but secretly, they constantly vied for their own interests. Of course, the three young masters were still young and had grown up together, so their families didn't oppose their friendship. The three had quite a good relationship.

Su Gutian laughed, "Don't you find it strange? We can't discern his cultivation level!"

Hearing this, Ge Tianming and Liu Feng were taken aback. Looking carefully, they indeed couldn't see Xiao Chen's cultivation depth, which surprised them and made them more serious.

On the arena, both fighters were ready. The referee announced loudly, "Match begin!"

"My opponent is at the late Fusion Stage, not interesting at all," Xiao Chen thought with a bitter smile. His luck was terrible; his opponent was so weak.

As the referee's voice fell, Lu Fei charged towards Xiao Chen quickly. Xiao Chen remained motionless, as steady as a mountain, his expression unchanging.

"Bang!"

As Lu Fei approached, he punched towards Xiao Chen's face. With a bang, Xiao Chen quickly caught Lu Fei's fist, effortlessly holding it in place. Lu Fei couldn't move an inch, nor could he break free.

Xiao Chen smiled slightly, twisted Lu Fei's fist with his right hand, hooked Lu Fei's leg with his right foot, and threw him to the ground with a powerful move, making Lu Fei unable to resist.

To everyone's surprise, Xiao Chen then dragged Lu Fei towards the edge of the arena. Lu Fei, panicking, struggled and shouted, "Hey, what are you doing? Let go!"

"What is Xiao Chen doing?" Mo Yan watched in astonishment, confused.

"What's that kid doing? Is this a fight?"

Soon, Xiao Chen dragged Lu Fei to the edge of the arena, then with a forceful throw, sent Lu Fei off the stage. Everyone was stunned.

"Haha!" The crowd was puzzled but soon burst into laughter, finding this the funniest fight they had ever seen.

"What? That kid easily threw his opponent off the stage. Haha, what a match!" Ge Tianming said, both amused and exasperated.

"No way? Is that even allowed?" Su Gutian was also shocked, his expression strange.

"Effortlessly throwing his opponent off the stage without using any true essence," Liu Feng frowned, feeling that Xiao Chen was not simple.

"Xiao...Xiao Chen wins!" Even the referee was exasperated, finding this match quite strange.

"Haha! That was hilarious! Xiao Chen, you actually threw your opponent off the stage! Didn't see that coming! Haha! Oh, my stomach hurts," Ancient White Tiger laughed heartily.

"Haha, the opponent was too weak, not interesting," Xiao Chen said with a faint smile, turning to leave the stage.