The Martial Saint Started from Scavenging

The head tumbled through the air, its face frozen in a final, sinister grin and shock. Then, the headless body swayed and crashed to the ground.

Warm blood splattered all over Ye Sheng, making his already ordinary gray shorts even more mottled.

This sudden and bloody scene caused several contestants who were about to rush forward to stop in their tracks.

Their eyes instantly changed from initial greed and disdain to fear and apprehension.

It was too fast; so fast that they didn't even see how Ye Sheng made his move.

One second, he was that seemingly timid "easy target" leaning against the fence. The next second, he transformed into a grim reaper reaping lives.

"This...this guy is pretending to be weak to take advantage of others!"

The nearest spirit feeder looked at the headless corpse on the ground, made a gurgling sound in his throat, and his legs began to tremble uncontrollably.

Ye Sheng ignored them, simply flicking the blood off his black spine blade with a cold expression before turning his gaze deeper into the chaotic battle zone.

There, the slaughter was in full swing. The clanging of weapons, the cracking of bones, and the screams of the dying intertwined to create a cruel and bloody symphony.

Everyone was bloodthirsty. Some were fighting for that brutal, life-or-death opportunity for promotion, some were venting their pent-up resentment, and some were simply trying to survive in this selection process.

At this moment, Ye Sheng's eyes were icy cold. He knew very well that in this chaotic battle without any rules, mercy was the most useless thing. To survive, one had to be more ruthless, faster, and more decisive than others.

"Let's all go! Kill him!"

After a brief moment of shock, the contestants who had originally intended to attack Ye Sheng finally came to their senses. They exchanged glances, and in each other's eyes, they saw fear and madness.

They knew that if they didn't deal with this seemingly most dangerous guy first, they might become the next headless corpse.

Immediately, the four men shouted and charged at Ye Sheng from four different directions. They carried various weapons: heavy iron hammers, sharp spears, and poisoned daggers.

Facing the attack of four people, Ye Sheng's face remained expressionless. He slightly shifted his feet, his figure moving like a ghost, leaving a faint afterimage in his wake.

Blood Shadow Step! Since advancing to the Meridian Opening Realm, the speed at which he uses this footwork is beyond imagination.

Where are they?

The burly man wielding the iron hammer smashed it down on the spot where Ye Sheng had just stood, creating a shallow crater in the bluestone ground. But he discovered that his target had already vanished.

"I'm behind you."

A cold voice rang in his ear.

Instantly, the burly man's hair stood on end, and he whirled around, only to see an extremely fast black blade of light.

puff!

The black spine pierced through his left rib and exited through his right rib, piercing right through his body.

The burly man's expression froze instantly. He looked down, staring in disbelief at the blade that had pierced his body, opened his mouth as if to say something, but only coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Ye Sheng pulled out the Black Ridge without expression, and the burly man slumped down, falling silent.

The other three were horrified by what they saw. They hadn't expected Ye Sheng's strength to be so formidable; it was beyond the capabilities of a beginner-level martial artist.

"Opening... Opening Meridian Realm! Could he be a martial artist at the Opening Meridian Realm?"

The spirit feeder wielding the spear finally saw through Ye Sheng's true nature, his voice filled with disbelief and terror.

Upon hearing this, several contestants who were about to rush over to grab a bargain all stopped in their tracks.

The Meridian Opening Realm! Among this group of spirit plant growers and spirit feeders who are generally still at the entry level, and can't even be considered martial artists, the Meridian Opening Realm is practically invincible.

"Run!"

Someone shouted first. The remaining attackers lost all will to fight and turned to run away.

But it was too late. Ye Sheng's eyes were icy cold, filled with murderous intent; he wouldn't leave himself any future trouble.

His figure flickered again, like a fleeting shadow, and instantly caught up with the spirit plant man wielding a poisoned dagger.

The spirit planter only felt a blur before his eyes, then a chill on his neck, and he lost consciousness. Having dealt with one, Ye Sheng didn't stop, chasing after the spirit feeder wielding the spear again.

The spirit feeder was terrified. As he ran, he looked back and threw the spear in his hand at Ye Sheng with all his might. The spear flew straight towards Ye Sheng's face with a whooshing sound.

Ye Sheng neither dodged nor evaded; just as the spear was about to reach him, he suddenly stretched out his left hand and precisely grabbed the spear shaft.

Then, with a flick of his wrist, the spear flew back at an even faster speed than it had come.

*Thud!* The spear pierced through the back of the spirit feeder, protruding from his chest, pinning him firmly to the distant fence.

At this point, all four attackers were dead. The entire process took only a dozen or so breaths.

Ye Sheng stood still, his chest rising and falling slightly. He looked around and found that a large area around him had been cleared.

All the contestants who witnessed this scene looked at him as if he were a monster, instinctively moving away and not daring to approach him again.

Ignoring their fear, Ye Sheng turned his gaze to the other end of the training ground. There, "Bloody Hand" He Ping had also dealt with several foolish opponents.

However, his fighting style was completely different from Ye Sheng's. He didn't have Ye Sheng's elusive and unpredictable movements, nor did he possess Ye Sheng's precise and deadly swordsmanship. What he had was pure strength and speed, like a humanoid beast, with every punch and every palm strike carrying the power to split mountains and shatter rocks, and the killing intent.

Any opponent who dares to approach him will only meet the same fate: to be torn to pieces by his iron-like hands.

At this moment, there were already seven or eight mutilated corpses lying at He Ping's feet, and the blood had stained the bluestone ground beneath him a dark red.

He was shirtless, his bronze muscles stained with blood, making him look like a demon crawling out of hell.

Seemingly sensing Ye Sheng's gaze, He Ping slowly turned his head, his cold eyes spanning most of the training ground, and met Ye Sheng's gaze.

Their gazes met in mid-air. One was as cold as a knife, sharp and aloof. The other was as cruel as a beast, fierce and domineering.

He Ping looked at Ye Sheng, a cruel smile curving his lips. He stuck out his tongue and licked the blood from his lips, then slowly raised a thumb at Ye Sheng, before suddenly slashing it downwards.

Provocation! Blatant demonstration!

Ye Sheng's eyes narrowed slightly, but he did not respond. Instead, he withdrew his gaze, turned around, walked to a relatively quiet corner, leaned against the railing, and closed his eyes.

He needed to conserve his energy because he knew very well that the real battle had not yet begun.

At this moment, on the viewing platform, Du Tao looked at the young man resting with his eyes closed in the martial arts arena, his expression grim and uncertain.

"That madman He Ping! I paid him to kill that kid, why is he still dawdling around there!" Du Tao cursed under his breath through gritted teeth.

"Brother Du, please calm down."

A man next to him quickly nodded and bowed, advising, "He Ping is probably waiting for an opportunity. After all, there are still many people on the field, and he can't go all out right now."

Du Tao snorted coldly and didn't say anything, but the murderous intent in his eyes intensified.

On another viewing platform, two beauties, Liu Qing and Shen Qingqiu, stood side by side, one cold and aloof, the other pure and refined!

Their gazes also fell on the boy leaning against the corner in the training ground.

"Qingqiu, how many rounds do you think he can last?" Liu Qing suddenly asked, her voice cold.

Shen Qingqiu looked at Ye Sheng, a complex emotion flashing in her cool eyes.

"I have no idea."

She shook her head and said, "But I feel he seems much stronger than I imagined."

"Really?" Liu Qing's lips curled into a faint smile. "I think he can bring us even more surprises."

Time passed slowly. At this moment, the fighting in the melee zone was gradually coming to an end.

An hour later, when Elder Wang Changqing announced the end of the first round of the selection competition, the training ground, which originally held hundreds of people, was reduced to less than fifty. The rest were now cold corpses lying in pools of blood.

Ye Sheng slowly opened his eyes, glanced around, and found that He Ping was also staring at him with those cold eyes, and those eyes were full of undisguised killing intent.

Ye Sheng ignored him and instead turned his gaze to Elder Wang Changqing on the high platform, because he knew very well that the next round of the flag-capturing battle would be the real test, and it would also be his first real confrontation with He Ping.