Lin Chen stood on the platform and smiled faintly, "I've braved a thousand hardships to get here, and my goal is to be the first, so no matter how strong you are, I will defeat you."

"The first?"

A stir arose among the spectators.

"This kid is too arrogant, claiming that he wants to be the first without any shame."

"Haha, this guy is too funny, who does he think he is?"

Wang Dali suddenly burst into laughter, "Kid, are you joking around? Even the first place is something you dare to dream of."

Lin Chen looked at Wang Dali with an indifferent gaze, at the early stage of True Yuan realm, this Wang Dali's strength was indeed among the best of the younger generation.

"Your cultivation is not bad, but you are a bit too arrogant and proud."

"Come on then, I'm very busy," Lin Chen said coldly.

"What, you're so arrogant, kid, I'll make you pay the price." As his words fell, a golden glow surged around Wang Dali's body, and like a bullet breaking free from its casing, he shot towards Lin Chen.

Wang Dali's attack was a perfect combination of strength and speed, and in just the blink of an eye, he landed a punch on Lin Chen.

"Bang!"

Accompanied by the sound of breaking wind, Wang Dali's fist slammed into Lin Chen.

"Haha, just now that kid was all talk and got defeated in one move."

"The gap in strength is too big, Lin Chen had no power to fight back against Wang Dali."

Below the platform, Zhang Yu and Tang Bao'er's expressions changed.

"How is it possible, Lin Chen was defeated so quickly."

"The match is decided!" Zhao Xiaohua shook her head faintly.

At this moment, Wang Dali had already been grasped by the throat by Lin Chen, his body hoisted in mid-air.

Wang Dali's entire body was enveloped in purple-gold flames.

"I lost!" Wang Dali's face turned ashen.

He knew that Lin Chen had shown him mercy, otherwise he would have already become a pile of charred remains.

"Such quick speed, how did he do it!"

Gasps of astonishment rose from the crowd, everyone's face filled with shock.

The speed Lin Chen just displayed, and his control over the fire element, shocked everyone present.

Victorious in one move, and his defeated opponent was none other than the ninth-ranked Wang Dali, causing an uproar in the spectator stands.

"This kid is really strong, he may indeed be another dark horse."

"I'm really looking forward to it, What will be the outcome when Lin Chen faces Xiao Jian."

Lin Chen's performance instantly made him the focus of attention on the platform.

Bai Ling's gaze was cold as he stared at Lin Chen, "Hmph, a dark horse? I want to see how far you can go."

Xiao Jian had an expressionless face, watching the match on the field with indifference.

The second match was Xiao Jian versus Wang Dali, Lin Chen against Sun Xing.

Since Sun Xing was already injured, Lin Chen had a bye.

On the platform, Wang Dali stared at Xiao Jian with a solemn look in his eyes.

Wang Dali knew he was not Xiao Jian's match, but he had to fight.

This time, the elders of his family put great hopes on him. Wang Dali had trained very hard and had gone through numerous selections to reach this stage, but after only one battle, he was doomed to fail.

Clamping his teeth bitterly, Wang Dali clenched his fists, "Xiao Jian, I know you are strong, but for my clansmen, I still have to challenge you."

Xiao Jian snorted coldly, his face showing a touch of disdain, "Delusional."

Wang Dali rushed out again, but as soon as he took a step, his right leg was struck by a streak of sword intent.

Wang Dali's body seized, yet he gritted his teeth and took another step forward, but soon his left leg was struck by the sword light as well.

Despite injuries to both legs, Wang Dali still roared as he charged toward Xiao Jian.

Swish swish swish!

Sword lights pierced Wang Dali's body, and after rushing only a few meters, he had already become a bloodied figure.

Yet, as if mad, Wang Dali dragged his injured body towards Xiao Jian.

Xiao Jian's gaze was cold as he waved his hand, and the sword lights mercilessly pierced into Wang Dali's body.

The entire martial arts field fell silent, everyone quietly watching this slaughter.

Just then, suddenly a light shadow emerged in the void, blocking the onslaught of sword lights.

And Wang Dali thudded down into a pool of blood.

Lin Chen glared at Xiao Jian in anger, "He was clearly no match for you, you could have won in one move, why toy with him?"

Xiao Jian's expression was indifferent as he lightly said, "He didn't fall, he didn't admit defeat, which means the competition is still ongoing. I have no reason to hold back against an enemy."

At this moment, the referee yelled at Lin Chen, "All outsiders must leave the stage immediately."

However, Xiao Jian said coldly, "No need, he's my next opponent. Do you admit defeat, or challenge me?"

"I've already said, I won't surrender to anyone." Lin Chen stared at Xiao Jian and said coldly.

At this point, two little Taoists came onto the stage and carried the injured Wang Dali away.

A contemptuous smile appeared on Xiao Jian's face, and his gaze mocked, "Did you just say you want to take first place?"

Watching the cold smirk appear on Xiao Jian's corner of his mouth, Lin Chen also smiled, "What? You have a problem with that?"

Xiao Jian's face carried arrogance as he snorted coldly, "Overestimating yourself."

In the next instant, accompanied by the sound of a sword's cry, the treasured sword behind him suddenly shot out and fell into his hand, and in the next moment, his body shot out like an arrow released from its bow.

"Clang!"

With the sound of a sword's cry, the treasured sword in Xiao Jian's hand instantly closed in on Lin Chen, with waves of Sword Intent compressing the air, emitting a buzzing sound.

Lin Chen's gaze sharpened, his body leaning slightly forward to dodge the sword edge, and his right hand swiftly chopped toward Xiao Jian's wrist.

Xiao Jian gave a cold snort. His wrist flipped, and his sword became like a whirlwind that enveloped Lin Chen.

Strands of Sword Shadow mixed with violent Spiritual Power swept over, covering Lin Chen under a canopy.

Seeing Xiao Jian's fierce offensive, the audience was incredibly astonished.

The combat power Xiao Jian displayed had already reached the peak of the True Yuan realm. Those sword lights could be said to have enveloped the entire stage.

Worry appeared on Tang Bao'er's face as she thought, Xiao Jian is so powerful.

"Don't worry, Lin Chen won't be defeated so easily."

Zhao Xiaohua's beautiful eyes watched the field, yet her expression was very relaxed; to others, Xiao Jian and Lin Chen were two whirlwinds, but she saw every move of their struggle clearly.

If Xiao Jian's offensive were like a furious storm, Lin Chen was not panicked at all, easily dodging each attack as if he had seen through Xiao Jian's Sword Intent.

"This Lin Chen's strength is so formidable, he actually managed to evade Xiao Jian's Sword Intent," a Clan Leader exclaimed.

"But darting around like a mouse, what's the use? In the end, he will still be defeated," sneered another.

However, no sooner had he spoken than an unexpected change occurred in the arena.

"Bang!"

Accompanied by a muffled sound, the torrential sword rain suddenly came to an abrupt halt.

A figure staggered back seven or eight steps, and on the shoulder of his white clothes was imprinted a palm imprint.

"How can this be!"

The entire martial arts field erupted in discussion, everyone's faces showing shock. Xiao Jian, considered one of the most competitive for the position of Sect Leader, had actually been repelled by a single palm strike from Lin Chen.