Six Realms Immortal Emperor

These subtle expressions on Dongfang Sifeng's face did not escape the notice of Dongfang Sile and Dongfang Sixing, who were standing between them. These two were Dongfang Sifeng's cousins ​​and were also the top two finishers in the martial arts competition at the beginning of the year.

Dongfang Sile gave Dongfang Sixing a wink, and the latter immediately understood, moving closer to Dongfang Sifeng and asking, "Brother Sifeng, you seem very confident today. It seems your martial arts have improved again. Are you determined to get into the top three?"

Upon seeing that they were the top two disciples, Dongfang Sifeng dared not be arrogant and cupped his hands, saying, "Oh, so it's Brother Sile and Brother Sixing. With you two here, how dare I presume to discuss the top few?"

In an era where strength reigns supreme, even Dongfang Sifeng, the eldest son of the Dongfang family, must show due respect to those with superior martial arts skills.

"However," Dongfang Sifeng then changed the subject, adding, "While I'm not confident about the top two, the third place is practically guaranteed!"

"What? You could beat Dongfang Sisheng?" Dongfang Sile and Dongfang Sixing expressed their disbelief upon hearing this. Dongfang Sisheng ranked third among the Dongfang disciples, his martial arts skills second only to the two of them.

Dongfang Sifeng thumped his chest, brimming with confidence: "My father guided my cultivation yesterday, and my martial arts have improved rapidly. I guarantee I can easily defeat Dongfang Sisheng today!"

Neither Dongfang Sile nor Dongfang Sixing were fools; they knew they wouldn't get the truth out of him, so they didn't point it out directly.

Rome wasn't built in a day, and martial arts skills also require gradual improvement through diligent practice. It's not as simple as he says, that you can make rapid progress in just a few days.

Having gotten a hint, Dongfang Sile and Dongfang Sixing felt relieved; it seemed the top two spots were already decided. They exchanged polite words with Dongfang Sifeng and continued listening to Dongfang Shanzhan speak.

"Gentlemen! These three spots represent our entire Dongfang family. As for the candidates, they must not be unknown individuals, nor should they waste the favor bestowed upon our Dongfang family by the Brahma Sect. Therefore, we must select the most outstanding disciples. After careful consideration by myself and the elders, I have decided to hold a martial arts competition."

"Martial arts competition!" Dongfang Shanzhan's words stirred the crowd's emotions, and everyone below the stage was eager to fight, especially the Dongfang disciples, who became excited one by one.

Dongfang Shanzhan was extremely satisfied with the crowd's reaction. He first glanced back at the elders, then continued, "There is only one rule: the competition is based on victory or defeat. We must select the three most skilled martial artists among the younger generation of our Dongfang family. The top three disciples of my Dongfang family will defend the arena. Any member of our Dongfang family under the age of twenty, regardless of gender, status, or position, as long as they know martial arts, can participate in the challenge. The three who ultimately stand on the stage will be the best candidates."

Dongfang Shanzhan spoke at length, his normally dark cheeks now flushed and swollen from the blood rushing to his face, as if he had been injected with adrenaline; he was too excited.

The patriarch on the stage spoke clearly, and everyone below heard him perfectly, instantly igniting their passion. Anyone from the Dongfang family could go on stage to compete and potentially become an outer disciple of the Brahma Sect.

The Brahma Sect is one of the seven major immortal cultivation sects, something ordinary people wouldn't even dare to dream of. But because they are from the Dongfang family, they now have a chance. Although this hope is very slim, since very few servants in the Dongfang family know martial arts, and there are only three spots available.

Therefore, many people are filled with hope, while even more are filled with disappointment.

"No way, the man in gray actually guessed it!" Xu Jingtian, standing in the crowd below the stage, was shocked and clenched his fists.

The Brahma Sect, one of the seven major immortal cultivation sects in the Purple Han Kingdom—just thinking about it is incredibly exciting. Before last night, Xu Jingtian might have only briefly considered this idea, after all, he was well aware of his own strength.

He was at the seventh level of physical cultivation, and he could perhaps barely be considered at the second level. Although he trained harder than those Eastern disciples, it didn't mean he was stronger than them.

Reaching a higher level requires more than just hard work; it also demands a certain level of understanding and talent. Having secretly learned martial arts, he lacked the advantages of those Eastern disciples; without guidance, his efforts were often inefficient, resulting in slow progress.

But today, Xu Jingtian is different from yesterday. Today, he is no longer the same person he used to be; he has reached the third level of the Physical Body Realm, and his strength ranks among the top few among the disciples of the East.

"What are you getting so excited about? Do you want to try your luck in the ring too?" Because the crowd below was so dense, Zhao Jingcai was practically pressed against him, enduring the stench emanating from him, and could sense his eagerness to try.

"That's right! Just you wait and see." Xu Jingtian flashed him two rows of white teeth.

Zhao Jingcai didn't say anything, he just pursed his lips. He thought Xu Jingtian was out of his mind today, maybe he was really confused from sleeping.

"If you really want to get beaten up, I can't stop you," Zhao Jingcai thought to himself.

Due to the unprecedented enthusiasm of the Dongfang family, at Dongfang Shanzhan's call, over a hundred people rushed to the stage to challenge. Not only were Dongfang's disciples present, but many more of his retainers also signed up, and even some young servants were eager to try.

The area in front of the arena was suddenly crowded with people who wanted to go up and challenge, making the ten-zhang square arena seem a bit cramped.

The three defending champions, Dongfang Sile, Dongfang Sixing, and Dongfang Sisheng, stood imposingly in the center of the arena. Looking at the growing number of enthusiastic challengers gathering below, some shook their heads, while others curled their lip, revealing disdain in their eyes.

Dongfang Shanzhan was also taken aback. He had no choice but to discuss the matter with the elders and finally set the rules for the challenge.

"The rules for this tournament are the same as the martial arts competition held at the beginning of the year: it's a point-to-point contest. Victory is achieved by knocking the opponent off the stage or by the opponent voluntarily surrendering. However, it is forbidden to use excessive force or poison against the loser. All participants must abide by these rules; otherwise, they will be punished according to the family rules. Now, I declare the tournament open!"

Unexpectedly, so many servants wanted to go up on stage to compete. Dongfang Shanzhan naturally had to restrain the three people on the stage and not to use excessive force against the weak. He knew the strength of the three defenders quite well; they were far superior to the others. He didn't want all the challengers to become crippled and then have to be supported by the Dongfang family.

The challenge began, and Dongfang Sile and Dongfang Sixing proved to be exceptionally strong, sweeping away all those who came up to challenge them.

Dongfang Sisheng's side was equally formidable, sweeping away their opponents and becoming invincible.

The battle was unprecedentedly fierce. Although the patriarch had forbidden the use of excessive force or poison, every contestant on stage wanted to be in the top three, and all three used their best skills and ultimate moves.

This was a contest where the skill levels were unequal. Some people were kicked off the stage in one move, some were beaten until their heads bled, and some even had their arms and legs broken, and were just short of being beaten to death.

The more Dongfang Shanzhan and the elders watched, the more frightened they became. Eventually, if they saw a match where the difference in strength was too great, they would immediately stop the contest and let the weaker one concede defeat.

In the end, no one dared to challenge Dongfang Sile and Dongfang Sixing anymore. Just as the two were overjoyed and smugly surveying the crowd, a gasp came from below the stage.

"Eastern Thoughts!"

Not bad, Dongfang Sifeng, who barely makes it into the top ten, actually dares to step onto the stage to challenge the champion.

Upon seeing Dongfang Sifeng take the stage, Xu Jingtian couldn't help but clench his fists.

"I want to challenge Dongfang Sisheng!" Dongfang Sifeng said confidently.

"Nephew Feng!" Dongfang Shanzhan was also taken aback. Dongfang Sifeng's strength was far inferior to Dongfang Sisheng's. He and the other elders looked at Dongfang Yingyong questioningly, all thinking to themselves, "Is your son so obsessed with the Brahma Sect that he's gone mad?"

Dongfang Yingyong simply smiled and said, "Since Feng'er has been practicing martial arts for many years, he should at least show off his skills. If I don't give him the chance, he'll definitely blame me, his father, later."

Since the eldest brother, Dongfang Yingyong, had said so, Dongfang Shanzhan couldn't refuse him. He could only say to Dongfang Sisheng, "In a duel on stage, stop when you've made your point. Don't go all out." He then added with concern for Dongfang Sifeng, "Nephew Feng, if you feel you're outmatched, just admit defeat immediately."

A slight smile appeared on Dongfang Sifeng's lips as he glanced at Dongfang Sisheng and replied without any gratitude, "Second Uncle, rest assured, I know what I'm doing!"

Respecting his status as a young master, Dongfang Sisheng cupped his hands and said, "Brother Sifeng, please!"

"Alright!" Dongfang Shanzhan gave a wry smile and reluctantly announced, "The duel begins!"

As soon as the patriarch finished speaking, Dongfang Sifeng's figure blurred, and he covered half a zhang distance like a gust of wind. His fist, carrying a sharp force, attacked Dongfang Sisheng, who stood with his hands hanging down.

Dongfang Sifeng's move is called "Dragon-Piercing Hand," one of the martial arts techniques of the Dongfang family. It is best used for surprise attacks, initially without any symptoms, and the hand gesture is as fast as lightning, making it impossible to defend against.

Facing his almost sneak attack, Dongfang Sisheng remained expressionless, but cursed inwardly. He first took a step back, and then met the attack with a punch.

It was an attack-against-attack tactic; no wonder he's the third-ranked disciple of the East.

"Despicable!" Xu Jingtian, watching from below the stage, cursed inwardly.

He remembered the moves from the Eastern martial arts techniques perfectly. This move, "Dragon-Piercing Hand," wasn't a fair fight move; it was only used in dire situations. For Dongfang Sifeng to use this move right from the start, and with a sneak attack at that, showed his character was truly hopeless.

Bang!

The two palms clashed, producing a muffled thud. Although Dongfang Sifeng's rapid advance was hindered, Dongfang Sisheng was instead forced to retreat three steps.

Dongfang Sifeng unleashed his full power after a period of preparation; Dongfang Sisheng, on the other hand, was forced to fight passively and could only exert less than 70% of his strength.

"You!" Dongfang Sisheng wanted to curse, but Dongfang Sifeng's fists came again.

Dongfang Sifeng's move was called "Thunderbolt Hand," and its power was extremely domineering, sealing off all of Dongfang Sisheng's escape routes.

Bang!

Before Dongfang Sisheng could react, he was struck again and staggered back five steps.

Dongfang Sifeng was unforgiving when he gained the upper hand, while Dongfang Sisheng lost because he was still in a state of decline.

"How despicable!" Xu Jingtian, sitting below the stage, felt a chill run down his spine. This was unfair. Dongfang Sisheng was at a disadvantage from the start, and even he could see that clearly, so why didn't the elders on the stage stop him?