Mad Doctor No. 9

Just as Wang Tian was about to ask Elder Xu for help, an aged voice came: "I recommend them."

The crowd looked in the direction of the sound and saw an elderly man dressed in gray, who appeared to be in good spirits, walking slowly towards them.

"It's Master Chen, the master of Shadowless Kick! A grandmaster of martial arts in Jiangnan!"

When Mr. Chen arrived at the registration desk, he said to the staff, "I have seen the kung fu of those three young friends. They are qualified to participate in the competition."

The staff nodded repeatedly: "Since it's recommended by Mr. Chen, there's definitely no problem!"

After registering, Old Chen whispered to Wang Tian, ​​"Little Wang, let's go outside and talk for a bit."

The three followed behind Old Chen and found a secluded spot.

Old Chen's expression was grave: "Did you participate in the competition under the name of your medical clinic to keep a low profile?"

Wang Tian said frankly, "As expected, I couldn't hide it from Elder Chen."

"I understand," Old Chen nodded, "but the martial arts tournament isn't that simple. Besides the spoiled brats from the Iron Fist Sect, there are also several true masters who are known as the 'Four Heroes of Jiangnan'."

"The Four Heroes of Jiangnan?"

"Zhao Qinglong of the Azure Dragon Martial Arts School entered the realm of Dark Force at the age of twenty; Baihu of the White Tiger Hall is best known for his defense; Hongling of the Vermilion Bird Sect is unparalleled in Jiangnan in terms of lightness skills and hidden weapons; Xuanming of the Black Tortoise Sect has unfathomable internal martial arts techniques," Elder Chen introduced. "They are among the most outstanding young people in Jiangnan."

He paused for a moment: "Furthermore... I suspect that members of the Eternal Life Society may have already infiltrated them."

"Does Elder Chen have any evidence?" Wang Tian narrowed his eyes.

Old Chen said in a low voice, "There is no conclusive evidence, but there are some clues. Especially Zhao Qinglong, who has grown from the mid-stage of Dark Force more than three months ago to now touching the threshold of Transformation Force. Such a growth rate is really too strange."

Wang Tian suddenly realized. The Eternal Life Society's gene modification and drug assistance could indeed significantly enhance strength in a short period of time.

Wang Tian clasped his hands in thanks and said, "Thank you for the reminder, Elder Chen."

Old Chen patted Wang Tian on the shoulder and said, "I can see your cultivation level. At this conference, you're probably the only one who can keep them in check. The future of the Jiangnan martial arts world rests on your shoulders."

Qin Yuwei watched Elder Chen leave, and said worriedly, "Master, this matter seems a bit tricky."

Zhang Qingyun also frowned: "If the Four Heroes of Jiangnan are really being controlled by the Eternal Life Society, then this conference is a trap."

Wang Tian said calmly, "Since it's a trap, then we have to jump into it. I want to see just how powerful the Eternal Life Society really is."

All three received their competition numbers: number 78 Wang Tian, ​​number 79 Qin Yuwei, and number 80 Zhang Qingyun.

The first round uses a free-for-all elimination system.

One hundred contestants were divided into ten groups of ten, with each group competing against the other. Only the top two from each group advanced to the next round.

Wang Tian was assigned to the third group, along with Lei Meng, the bald-headed youth from the Iron Fist Sect—the son of the sect leader.

Ten people stood on the arena.

With the referee's whistle, the melee officially began!

Lei Meng was the first to strike, delivering a heavy punch to a slender martial artist beside him.

The man managed to block it, but was still forced back several steps.

"Clean up the weaker ones first!" Lei Meng shouted, and several martial artists who were on good terms with him immediately joined forces to clear the area.

Wang Tian stood aside, seemingly dodging, but actually observing everyone's martial arts skills.

Lei Meng's iron fist was fierce, but too direct and lacked variation. The others were the same, mainly practicing external skills with shallow internal strength.

Soon, only Lei Meng, his two henchmen, a sword-wielding youth, and Wang Tian remained on the field.

Lei Meng glared at Wang Tian and sneered, "Kid, you're lucky you managed to hide until now. But this ends here!"

He winked at his two henchmen: "Take care of him!"

The two attacked from both sides.

Wang Tian remained calm and unhurried. As the two approached, he lightly stepped forward, slipping through their attack like a fish, while simultaneously tapping their ribs with both palms.

"Ah!" "Uh!"

Both men groaned simultaneously and collapsed to the ground. Wang Tian struck their acupoints, temporarily sealing their internal energy.

Lei Meng's expression shifted: "You've got some skills! I'll take you on!"

He concentrated all his strength in his fist and punched Wang Tian in the face! This was the Iron Fist Sect's ultimate technique, "Mountain-Splitting Fist," powerful enough to split mountains and shatter rocks!

A gasp rippled through the audience; some couldn't bear to watch and closed their eyes.

However, Wang Tian did not dodge at all, and met the punch head-on!

"You're asking for it!" Lei Meng was extremely confident in his punching power.

The two fists collided, and Lei Meng's expression changed drastically! This punch felt like hitting a steel plate, no, it was even harder than a steel plate! Immediately, an overwhelming internal force surged into his internal organs through his fist!

"Pfft!" Lei Meng spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backward, crashing heavily onto the edge of the arena.

The entire room fell silent.

The young man with the sword swallowed hard and silently raised his hand: "I concede."

"The third group of contestants to advance are: No. 78 Wang Tian and No. 57 Li Jian."

Wang Tian stepped off the stage, where Qin Yuwei and Zhang Qingyun were already standing—both of them had successfully advanced.

Qin Yuwei asked in a low voice, "Master, how much force did you use in that punch just now?"

"Thirty percent," Wang Tian said calmly. "His strength is too weak; using too much of it will cause deaths."

That night, Wang Tian closed his eyes and meditated in his hotel room.

Suddenly, the window opened silently, and a dark figure darted in!

Wang Tian opened his eyes and sized up the uninvited guest—a man dressed in black, wearing a mask, whose aura was concealed and whose lightness skill was superb.

Wang Tian asked calmly, "Who are you?"

Without a word, the man in black struck out with his palm! The palm strike was both subtle and ruthless, aimed directly at vital points!

Wang Tian dodged to the side and pointed a finger at the opponent's Laogong acupoint.

The man in black transformed his palm into a claw and grabbed at Wang Tian's wrist.

In the small room, the two quickly exchanged dozens of blows.

The man in black possessed strange martial arts skills, with unpredictable moves and a chilling aura in his internal energy, making him quite different from the martial arts of the Central Plains.

Wang Tian suddenly said, "You are not a martial artist from Jiangnan."

A hint of surprise flashed in the man's eyes, but his movements became faster and faster.

Wang Tian held nothing back, activated the Starry Sky Body Tempering Technique, unleashed his inner strength, and threw a punch! The palm wind even carried a faint starlight!

"Star Palm?!" the man in black shouted, taking the blow head-on, staggering back three steps, and spitting out blood.

He stared intently at Wang Tian, ​​then in a flash, jumped out of the window.

Wang Tian did not pursue them.

He walked to the window and picked up a badge from the ground, which had a strange symbol engraved on it: a snake-eye totem.

The emblem of the Eternal Life Society.

This man in black was at least at the late stage of the Dark Force realm, and held a high position within the Eternal Life Society. Sending out someone like him meant that he had been targeted.

"Interesting." Wang Tian put away his badge. "This martial arts tournament is getting more and more interesting."

The third round began the following day.

Twenty-five people drew lots, and one person was left out.

Wang Tian drew number twelve, and his opponent was number eleven—Zhu Hongling from the Vermilion Bird Sect.

On the arena, a woman in red leaped onto the platform. She was tall and beautiful, but her eyes were cold, and she was toying with three silver darts in her hand.

"Wang Tian, ​​is it?" Zhu Hongling chuckled lightly. "I heard you knocked out that good-for-nothing Lei Meng with a single punch yesterday. But your fighting skills are no match for mine."

Wang Tian clasped his hands in greeting: "Miss Zhu, please enlighten me."

The referee gave the whistle.

Zhu Hongling made the first move, raising her hand to throw three darts in a triangular formation, fast and at a tricky angle!