At this moment, an elder in a Taoist robe stood on the stage and said indifferently, "There are ten seeded competitors in this contest, while the rest will have to go through a chaotic battle, divided into two groups."

Upon hearing this rule, all the competitors stirred with commotion.

"Damn, one hundred and fifty people in one group, engaging in a fierce melee, and only eleven left in the end? That's such a slim chance," voices of dissatisfaction rose from the crowd.

Upon hearing this arrangement, Zhang Yu and Xu Ye both frowned.

Zhang Yu whispered, "Lin Chen, we just got news that the Bai family has already formed an alliance with some other families to target you. We wanted to help you, but now that we're seeded players, our hands are tied."

Lin Chen smiled lightly, "No worries, no matter what tricks Bai Ling plays, I will make it to the final contest."

The drawing of lots then officially began, with one group for odd numbers and another for even numbers.

At this moment, a young member of the Bai family approached Bai Ling and whispered a few words.

Bai Ling said coldly, "Bai Fan, I want Lin Chen out of Kunlun in the first round."

Bai Fan, eager to please, said, "Don't worry, young master Bai, I've arranged everything, Lin Chen is certain to be out in the first round."

Bai Ling nodded in satisfaction, his eyes cold as he stared at Lin Chen, "Kid, trying to fight me is simply seeking death."

After unfolding his lot, Lin Chen discovered he was an odd number, while Zhao Xiaohua and Tang Bao'er were both even numbers.

"Damn, how unlucky," Zhao Xiaohua's expression changed slightly.

At this point, Zhang Yu and Xu Ye walked over with grim faces, "Lin Chen, several families on good terms with us have all drawn even numbers; it seems you've been targeted this time."

Lin Chen, looking at the sly smile on Bai Ling's face, said nonchalantly, "Don't worry, like I said, no matter what methods Bai Ling uses, I will make it to the final contest."

The contest officially began, with the odd-number group entering the field first.

The moment these competitors entered the arena, a strange scene unfolded.

Almost all of them stood behind Bai Fan, a member of the competing Bai family.

Bai Fan said coldly, "Kid, do you know who I am?"

Lin Chen responded with a faint smile, "Someone's lackey, I truly don't recognize."

"What did you say?" Bai Fan nearly exploded with rage upon hearing Lin Chen's words.

"Kid, you still dare to be arrogant at this point. Today, no matter how powerful you are, you will be eliminated here," Bai Fan declared.

Lin Chen laughed coldly at Bai Fan's words, "Today, I am determined to enter the final round. Whoever stands in my way should not blame me for being merciless."

"Hahaha, Lin Chen, are you mistaken? With over a hundred martial artists against you alone, can you defeat us all? Today, your defeat is certain, your woman will become our Bai family's maidservant, and you will die here," Bai Fan boasted.

With a wave of his hand, Bai Fan had over a hundred martial artists surround Lin Chen in the center.

The martial artists looked at Lin Chen with disdain in their eyes; with over a hundred of them against one, even if each struck a single blow, Lin Chen would be minced meat—a battle without any suspense.

At this moment, the Real Man of Void on the main stand frowned, "What's going on with the odd-number group, why are they all targeting Lin Chen?"

The Vice Sect Leader, Real Man Ziyang, smiled faintly, "Sect Leader, the rules of the contest don't forbid such events from happening. It must be that this Lin Chen has been too arrogant usually and has provoked the anger of many!"

Daoist Master Void's brow furrowed slightly, a chill flashed in his eyes, and he silently prayed, "Lin Chen, you must get through this."

At this time, Zhang Yu and Xu Ye, who were watching, had extremely ugly expressions on their faces.

"It's over! Lin Chen is bound to lose in the first round," they said.

Tang Bao'er clenched her fists tightly, but Zhao Xiaohua appeared calm, "Don't worry, Lin Chen will make it through."

Lin Chen, with a chilling gaze, faced the martial artists surrounding him and said coldly, "Today, I, Lin Chen, only aim to strike at the Bai family's dogs. I hope others will stand aside and not get hurt by mistake."

From the crowd, a dozen martial artists from neutral families withdrew, while the rest were martial artists the Bai family had rallied to confront Lin Chen.

Golden-purple Spiritual Fire instantly enveloped Lin Chen, spreading the aura of True Yuan might from a powerful being.

A wave of fire swept across the arena in an instant, causing those martial artists to tremble in their souls, and they involuntarily took several steps back.

"Don't be afraid, everyone. No matter how powerful he is, he's only this much. We have more than a hundred people. Even if he has the strength of the True Yuan Realm, he won't be able to get past this point,"

"Kill!"

In an instant, more than a hundred Martial Artists each used their ultimate moves, pouncing towards Lin Chen to kill him.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Behind Bai Fan, more than a hundred Martial Artists surged towards Lin Chen like a tide.

The strengths of these Martial Artists were mostly in the late Innate Realm, with a dozen or so in the True Yuan Realm. Once they made a move, their momentum was overwhelming.

Lin Chen stood his ground, surrounded by a dense crowd of people, without a hint of fear.

"Die, brat!"

A Martial Artist charged in front of Lin Chen, swinging his palm towards Lin Chen's face.

This palm contained the power of fire and was immensely forceful.

Lin Chen snorted coldly. With a flash of his body, he dodged the fiery palm. The next instant, he flipped his wrist and heavily slapped it on the shoulder of that Martial Artist.

Crack!

The right collarbone of that Martial Artist was instantly shattered, as he was sent flying backwards.

However, one after another, Martial Artists behind him pounced like hungry wolves.

The audience couldn't help but shake their heads inwardly, "It's a pity this young man has decent talent, but in front of so many Martial Artists, it's unlikely he can pass this challenge even if he is strong."

But in the next moment, a scene that shocked everyone occurred.

With Spiritual Fire surging in his palms, Lin Chen was like a harvesting machine. Every palm strike shattered the shoulder collarbone of a Martial Artist.

Crack, crack!

One!

Two!

Three!

Martial Artists were continuously sent flying by Lin Chen's fiery palm, and the sounds of breaking bones and screams were incessant.

The entire arena was enveloped by a bloody odor.

At this moment, Lin Chen was like a fierce tiger descending the mountain. His palms flew as he swung them, and with every step he took, a Martial Artist was sent flying.

In just under three minutes, the ground of the arena was already littered with twenty or thirty Martial Artists, and Lin Chen was splattered with blood, looking like a demon.

This scene brought silence to the entire spectator stand, as everyone was stunned by what was before their eyes.

"With the power of one against a hundred strong adversaries, this guy is simply a demon!"

At this moment, Zhang Yu and Xu Ye's eyes were filled with shock. If it were them, it would be difficult to escape unscathed from such a dire situation.

Meanwhile, Tang Bao'er's heart was gripped with tension, her fingernails digging into her flesh without her even noticing.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

From time to time, attacks hit Lin Chen's body. His body was already covered in blood, and it was impossible to tell whether the blood was his own or from other Martial Artists.

But although Lin Chen's mouth was dripping with fresh blood and he was covered in wounds, there was still no expression on his face. Like a demon from hell, he kept sending the Martial Artists in front of him flying.

"Puchi!"

Just then, Bai Fan suddenly produced a pitch-black dagger and stabbed Lin Chen in the shoulder.

Blood spurted instantly, and Bai Fan's mouth showed a thick sneer, "Brat, now that you've been stabbed with my poisoned dagger, you're as good as dead."