Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

"Haha, don't worry everyone. Seeing that this little friend has purposely given me eleven wins in a row, I, Xia Yunloong, will definitely be very gentle." Xia Yunloong patted his chest, looking very straightforward.    

"Once we're on the arena, everyone will be under the same roof. Now, let the martial competition begin." The black clad old man said after glancing at Ye Feng.    

After he said this, Xia Yunloong swaggered towards Ye Feng.    

This time, Xia Yunloong appeared exceptionally confident. He did not go all out like he did against Bi Hu just now. Instead, amidst the waves of laughter, he directly grabbed towards Ye Feng's chest with bare hands.    

Ye Feng smiled, he raised his fist and the shadow of his fist flashed in front of Xia Yunloong's eyes.    

In the next moment, Ye Feng's finger had already latched onto Xia Yunloong's throat.    

"How is this possible? "How could this brat move so fast?"    

Xia Yunloong's eyes were wide opened.    

"This kid is just fast, how strong is he at such a young age?" It might not even be able to break through my protective Vital Qi. " Such a thought flashed across Xia Yunloong's mind.    

Just as he was about to shout loudly and use his divine might to reverse the situation, Ye Feng revealed a light smile. He pushed with his left hand and a huge force caused Xia Yunloong's body to fly out of the stage uncontrollably.    

BOOM!    

Bang! A loud noise came out, Xia Yunloong was directly thrown down the stage.    

"You lost!" Ye Feng who was on the stage looked down at Xia Yunloong who stood up and said indifferently.    

"No no, I didn't lose. "Just now, I underestimated my opponent due to my carelessness, which is why I fell into a trap …" Xia Yunloong shouted with a face full of anger.    

However, in front of so many pairs of eyes, if someone had been knocked out of the ring, how could it not be considered a loss?    

"Cough, cough …"    

The black clad old man glanced at Xia Yunloong and announced: "In this battle, challenger Ye Feng has won, and has won ten consecutive victories, obtaining a reward of five hundred liang of pure gold, and also becoming the arena's arena master automatically."    

"I refuse to accept this!" Xia Yunloong roared.    

"Xia Yunloong, Battle Arena has its own rules. If you are not convinced, you can register once more and snatch back the arena master." The black-clothed old man slowly said.    

"Then I'll register again."    

"Brat, die! I will crush you into a pile of mud!" Xia Yunloong dropped an ingot of pure gold and his figure immediately shot up like lightning.    

Ye Feng did not bother to bother with him.    

Seeing his figure leap up, Ye Feng rushed forward and threw out a "Barbaric Ox Subduing". The figure Xia Yunloong jumped onto the stage didn't even have time to stabilize himself before he was smashed back with a miserable scream.    

Go back and forth from where you came from.    

Only the big gold ingot was left at its original spot, letting the spectators at the side know that Xia Yunloong had already gone up on stage.    

"Are you convinced?"    

Ye Feng smiled as he looked at the struggling Xia Yunloong and asked.    

"I refuse to accept this." Your father is unconvinced! " Xia Yunloong shouted.    

"If you don't like it, you can come again …" Ye Feng said.    

"I refuse to accept this, but I will not fall for your trick." "Not coming up." After two defeats, Xia Yunloong had already understood that the youth on the stage wasn't as simple as he had imagined. It was just that he was unresigned in his heart, and had not obtained ten consecutive victories with great difficulty.    

Seeing that Xia Yunloong was already acting tough internally and acting weak, the black clad old man no longer bothered with him, "To be so powerful at such a young age, easily defeating ten victories, and becoming the arena master, Xia Yunloong, is there anyone who wants to challenge him? Of course, if everyone feels that you are not Ye Feng's match, then don't come up and make a fool of yourself. "    

This old man was obviously good at stirring up emotions and encouraging the people below the stage to issue a challenge.    

Due to Ye Feng defeating Xia Yunloong just now, their methods were both extremely strange.    

And with his age placed there, he must have attracted the contempt of many Martial Cultivator like Xia Yunloong. If he was provoked by the black clothed elder, how could those people who thought that their strength was not weak endure?    

"Brat, don't be so arrogant. I, Ba Dayuan, will come meet you."    

After a short while, a two meter tall strong man jumped onto the stage with both of his feet stepping on the ground, traversing a distance of more than ten meters.    

BOOM!    

When this muscular man got on stage, the entire arena seemed to shake a bit.    

"Ye Feng, I, Ba Da Yuan, have two fists that have the strength of several thousand jin. If I get hit, even a metal man would be smashed to pieces. I advise you to stop those shady little tricks and admit defeat. " Ba Daiyuan said solemnly.    

Almost all of those who were able to appear on the stage possessed mid to late stage Clear Heart Stage. Only a few geniuses were able to obtain the Early Period of Clear Heart Stage.    

Ba Daiyuan was a late stage Clear Heart Stage Martial Cultivator, his entire body was muscular, his arms were thicker than Ye Feng's thighs.    

Ba Daiyuan is on stage." He is a strong person who consecutively won fourteen matches in the arena, and is born with godly strength and a tough body. As long as his cultivation increases one more step, he will have a high chance of becoming a Martial Cultivator!    

Hearing the discussion, Seventh Princess was starting to get worried.    

After all, just by looking at their physiques, the two of them were not on the same level. Ba Dayuan, who was standing in front of Ye Feng, looked like a metal tower, not to mention that the other party's cultivation was even higher than Ye Feng's by two levels.    

Late stage and Early Period of Clear Heart Stage; this was not the same concept.    

"Whether it's a small trick or not, we'll talk about it after we beat it."    

"Stubborn." "Roar!"    

Ba Daiyuan roared, both of his hands pushed outwards, causing the clothes on his upper body to shatter into pieces, revealing granite like firm and swollen muscles.    

With this action, all the bones in his body began to emit crackling sounds. His two fists rotated like windmills, giving off waves of wind and waves.    

"Tyrant Bear Fist!"    

Ba Daoyuan used a type of Profound Rank Low Grade martial skill, unleashing all of his strength, throwing two iron fists at Ye Feng at the same time.    

One smashed towards Ye Feng's head, while the other punched towards Ye Feng's chest.    

Under such ferocious attacks, no matter how strong Ye Feng was, he would retreat in panic.    

And as long as Ye Feng retreated, his following moves would follow up with a series of attacks, defeating the brat in front of him with the power of thunder.    

But unexpectedly, Ye Feng did not retreat.    

He stood on the spot, facing Ba Daiyuan who was charging towards him like a fierce bear, and instead raised his pitiful fist that was smaller than Ba Daiyuan.    

"Holy shit." This brat is acting recklessly, could it be that he wants to go head to head with Ba Daoyuan? "    

"Ba Dayuan has inborn divine strength. Rumor has it that his strength has already reached a terrifying eight thousand jin."    

"This Ye Feng will definitely be smashed into powder by Ba Da Yuan's fist along with his shoulder. Speaking of which, it's been a long time since I've seen such a bloody scene."    

An ordinary Martial Cultivator would only have the strength of four thousand kilograms, while Ba Daiyuan's strength had doubled. He would have the strength of eight thousand kilograms, which was not an exaggeration to say that he was born with godly strength.    

As he spoke, the two fists suddenly crashed together.    

"Die for me!"    

The viciousness on Ba Dayuan's face was exposed …