Lin Chen and He Xin jumped onto the arena, and at the same time, four young men brought by Murong Tian also leapt onto the arena.

A tall and burly youth crossed his arms, his eyes coldly staring at Lin Chen, a smirk crossing his lips. His name was Tian Kui, and he possessed late-stage Qi Refinement strength, freshly recruited as a young master by the Murong family.

Behind Tian Kui, stood three youths of similar age, also bearing cold smirks, their eyes carrying a hint of arrogance.

These three were also mid-stage Qi Refinement cultivators, just like Tian Kui, recently recruited by the Murong household.

This time, the four of them came with Murong Tian to DY, eager to earn some merits to exchange for better Cultivation Techniques and rewards.

The four surrounded Lin Chen and He Xin in the middle, all wearing fierce smiles on their faces.

Tian Kui sneered, "Kid, daring to offend our Young Master Murong, I see you're tired of living. Today, I'll show you what it means to wish for death."

"You guys probably aren't worthy!" Lin Chen said indifferently.

"Haha, bold enough, but after today, you won't have the chance to be arrogant anymore, because the rest of your life will be spent in bed," Tian Kui laughed heartily.

"You can try!" Lin Chen said, stepping forward to face them.

"Will you four jump down yourselves, or do you want to be kicked down?" Lin Chen wore a brilliant smile, but his eyes carried a cold chill.

The previously noisy arena suddenly fell silent, many spectators staring in astonishment at the youth smiling broadly on the stage—this guy was too arrogant, facing four opponents alone and still so brazen.

Tian Kui's face darkened as he stared at Lin Chen: "Kid, is your brain waterlogged? I think it's you who should be jumping down!"

Lin Chen shook his head helplessly, "I've already warned you. Since you didn't listen, you can't blame me."

"Sister He Xin, just stand behind me. I'll deal with these guys," instructing her, Lin Chen, without another word, walked step by step toward the four.

Watching Lin Chen slowly approach them, the four exchanged glances, their eyes revealing a cold gleam.

"Attack!"

Tian Kui shouted coldly, his body like lightning as he threw a punch and rushed forward, while the other three rapidly flanked Lin Chen in a fan shape.

"Fighting four against one is so shameless." The surroundings erupted in uproar, although the arena rules seemed fair, determining victory in group combat, when it really came down to it, it was a completely one-sided match.

He Xin, only at early-stage Qi Refinement, couldn't even get involved, so the fight was basically Lin Chen against four.

Among the four, Tian Kui was the strongest, his attack the most fierce. Exchanging blows with Lin Chen for a moment, his fists, fast as lightning, fiercely aimed at Lin Chen's left shoulder.

Lin Chen slightly sidestepped, his footwork shifting, dodging Tian Kui's attack.

But Lin Chen didn't engage with Tian Kui, instead brushing past him and charging directly at the other three.

Lin Chen's figure was like lightning, appearing in front of Xiao Peng, who was right behind Tian Kui.

Before Xiao Peng could react, Lin Chen's forceful palm had already struck him.

Xiao Peng's body flew backward, crashing out of the arena, the other two greatly surprised, attacking from left and right, rushing at Lin Chen.

The two thought well, intending to work together to entangle Lin Chen, waiting for Tian Kui to turn back and help.

But Lin Chen didn't give the two any chance, accompanied by two muffled sounds, amid a chorus of gasps, the bodies of the other two flopped down out of the arena under the stunned eyes of all.

In just a brief encounter, three of the four had already been thrown by Lin Chen from the arena.

"You dare to play tricks!"

With his punch hitting air, Tian Kui turned around only to find his three companions already ousted by Lin Chen, and he could not help but explode in rage.

Tian Kui turned around, his fist cutting through the air aiming straight for Lin Chen.

Lin Chen, seeing the aggressive Tian Kui, did not dodge this time, but clenched his fingers into a fist to meet Tian Kui's punch head-on.

"Bang!"

Accompanied by a muffled sound, their fists collided with great force.

Tian Kui staggered backwards four or five steps, his face turned pale instantly, a trace of fresh blood leaked from the corner of his mouth, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

Lin Chen stood still, his expression still serene, watching Tian Kui's shocked face with a mocking smile.

In that one move, their strengths were clearly distinguished.

The gap between their strengths was too large, and Tian Kui could not understand how, despite seemingly equal strength, he was unable to withstand even one punch from Lin Chen.

He Xin, standing behind them, was almost stunned—how could Lin Chen be so powerful that, facing four opponents, he could still achieve a one-strike knockout?

Lin Chen, smiling, stared at the disheveled Tian Kui, "Have you decided whether to jump down yourself or shall I kick you down?"

Tian Kui's face twitched a few times as he gritted his teeth, "I'll fight you!"

Saying this, he charged towards Lin Chen like a mad bull, recklessly.

Lin Chen watched Tian Kui rushing toward him and a cold smile crossed his lips as he stood his ground, waiting for Tian Kui to draw closer.

As Tian Kui, with a ferocious face, pounced toward Lin Chen, the closer he got to Lin Chen, the more an inexplicable fear grew in his heart.

Finally, when he was about a meter away from Lin Chen, Lin Chen's lips slightly moved, "Explode!"

Tian Kui's body, charging forward, suddenly jolted violently.

"Bang!"

"Ah!" Accompanied by a scream, Tian Kui rolled on the ground, fresh blood streaming from his mouth, having suffered severe internal injuries.

With just three levels of force in the Baji Collapse, Lin Chen had already inflicted serious injuries on Tian Kui.

He had actually won! The area around the arena erupted in commotion, everyone staring in shock at the slightly frail figure on the stage.

"How is this possible?" Murong Tian stood up from his seat in astonishment, his face pale.

Murong Tian was very well aware of the strength of these four men, being defeated by Lin Chen with just one move was shocking; such mighty strength could mean only one thing—Lin Chen was a Foundation Establishment practitioner.

An 18-year-old Foundation Establishment practitioner, this was simply too hard to believe.

From the side, Murong Qing looked at Lin Chen standing on the stage, his eyes revealing a trace of severity. This youngster was progressing too quickly. If they did not eliminate him soon, it would become a great threat to the Murong family in the future, and he had already resolved to kill Lin Chen.

Lu Dong walked up to the stage with a delighted face. Today, Lin Chen had truly made him proud, and had even given Murong Tian a harsh slap on the face.

"Next, I announce, Lin Chen and He Xin have won this match, and officially join the Martial Arts Alliance." Lu Dong declared with a smile.

Looking at his four subordinates groaning in pain beneath the stage, Murong Tian's face was extremely ugly. He snorted coldly, brushed his sleeves, and left straight away.

This was supposed to be a setup by Murong Tian at the provincial chapter. As long as the candidates recommended by Lu Dong were eliminated, he could replace Lu Dong as the president of the DY Martial Arts Alliance. However, all his plans were completely ruined by Lin Chen.

Murong Tian and Murong Qing got into the car, and Murong Tian said to Murong Qing solemnly, "Uncle, how confident are you in killing Lin Chen?"

"About seventy percent," Murong Qing pondered for a moment before replying solemnly.

Murong Tian nodded and said coldly, "Uncle, find an opportunity to kill Lin Chen. This guy absolutely can't be left alive."