Fantasy, starting with a treasure bowl

"Heh, it seems I underestimated you..."

Gongsun Jian glanced once more at Zhao Tingmei, whose body was half-covered in blood and whose breath was weak, and a cold smile appeared on his lips. "Not only did you withstand three of my moves, but you're still alive and breathing. Compared to my bunch of useless junior brothers, you're not too bad..."

"Lord Gongsun's skill is unparalleled; I, Zhao, am utterly inferior in this encounter and admit defeat..."

Before Zhao Tingmei could finish speaking, Gongsun Jian flashed away again, disappearing from his spot in an instant, and at the same time raised his hand and struck her vital abdomen with a palm strike.

Thud! Pfft...!

Zhao Tingmei was suddenly struck in the abdomen and turned pale. She vomited blood again and retreated dozens of meters. Finally, she collapsed to the ground like a disabled person with all four limbs broken, unable to get up!

"My dear nephew!"

Seeing this, Zhao Kuangyi, who was watching from the sidelines, also glared angrily. He immediately leaped towards Zhao Tingmei, who was lying motionless on the ground. At this moment, his gaze towards Gongsun Jian was also filled with uncontrollable rage. "Gongsun Jian, my nephew has already admitted defeat, why did you still have to kill him?!"

"Oh? Is that so?"

Faced with Zhao Kuangyi's angry questioning, Gongsun Jian grinned and then said in a mocking tone, "Senior Zhao, please forgive me for not agreeing with your remarks, after all, I did not hear the word 'admit defeat' just now..."

"Since no one has admitted defeat, the competition isn't over yet, Senior Zhao, wouldn't you agree?"

"Gongsun Jian, you...!"

Seeing that Gongsun Jian not only argued illogically but also adopted an attitude of "what can you do to me?", Zhao Kuangyi was also furious. Then, an extremely strong killing intent burst out from his body, as if he was about to make a move at any moment!

"Zhao Kuangyi, do you intend to make your move here?"

Just as a conflict was about to erupt, Qin Xuanzhong suddenly appeared, stepping through the air and stopping the furious Zhao Kuangyi. His face was cold and stern. "Don't forget," he said, "I am the host of this year's Four Kingdoms Martial Arts Tournament!"

"Furthermore, Jian'er is a disciple of the Taiji Sword Sect. If you intend to bully Jian'er by taking advantage of your strength, I will certainly not stand idly by!"

"Qin Xuanzhong!"

Seeing Qin Xuanzhong also getting involved, Zhao Kuangyi's face darkened, revealing his apprehension.

Because his cultivation level was only at the third level of the Yuanhai Realm, which was slightly better than Gongsun Jian, but far inferior to Qin Xuanzhong, who was at the fifth level of the Yuanhai Realm.

Therefore, even if this battle were to actually begin, he wouldn't be entirely confident that he could defeat Qin Xuanzhong, and his own life would be in danger!

"Please calm down, Benefactor Zhao."

At this moment, the monk Sanzang, who had been silent for a long time, stepped forward, then clasped his hands together and said, "In my humble opinion, everything should be focused on the overall situation of the Four Kingdoms Martial Arts Tournament. Moreover, Brother Zhao's injuries are quite serious. If we do not treat Brother Zhao's injuries as soon as possible, I'm afraid his life will be in danger..."

"Hehe, that's absolutely true."

As soon as Sanzang finished speaking, Elder Song Zhang from the Yunfu Sect chimed in, his tone slightly mocking, "I say, Zhao Yelu, if you keep arguing like this, I'm afraid that even if you don't win the fight, your precious nephew will really be doomed."

"Damn it...!"

Faced with the reminders from the Tripitaka Master and his old nemesis Song Zhang, Zhao Kuangyi gritted his teeth and then abandoned the idea of ​​taking action.

After all, saving Zhao Tingmei's life is the most important thing right now; everything else is secondary!

"Qin Xuanzhong, this matter won't end here! After the Four Kingdoms Martial Arts Tournament concludes, I will personally inform His Majesty that your Taiji Sword Sect will just have to wait and see...!"

Seemingly unwilling to lose face, Zhao Kuangyi slowly picked up the badly injured Zhao Tingmei, while throwing out a harsh remark at Qin Xuanzhong not far away, his face full of murderous intent.

"Then I will await your arrival."

However, Qin Xuanzhong remained calm in the face of Zhao Kuangyi's threats, clearly not taking the other party's harsh words to heart.

"The competition is over. Tiger Group, number fifteen, Gongsun Jian, has won!"

With Zhao Tingmei suffering a serious injury and losing, Gongsun Jian easily won his first victory, displaying his formidable prowess!

Not only that, the opponent then won two more matches in a row, almost effortlessly becoming the first player to advance to the single-elimination tournament!

Moreover, the two opponents that Gongsun Jian defeated were not simple either. They were Li Yunlong, an outsider from Yunfu Sect with superb swordsmanship, and Guo Tianlin, a genius in alchemy who also came from the Northern Wei Kingdom.

Although these two were quite strong, they were still unable to defeat Gongsun Jian. In the end, they were defeated in less than ten rounds. Their overall performance was only slightly better than Zhao Tingmei's at the beginning!

"Senior Brother is amazing!"

"I told you long ago! As long as our senior brother personally takes action, these geniuses from the four Lingnan kingdoms have absolutely no chance of winning!"

"At this rate, the title of champion of this year's Four Kingdoms Martial Arts Tournament will most likely be our senior brother's!"

"Indeed, although we were eliminated, with Senior Brother's strength, sweeping away these geniuses from the four countries would be a piece of cake!"

Seeing Gongsun Jian easily defeat geniuses from various countries and advance to the next round, Bi Yangde and others watching from the sidelines also showed admiration and discussed among themselves.

Although they were unlucky and were eliminated at the beginning, fortunately, they still had their senior brother Gongsun Jian to help them. Therefore, their Taiji Sword Sect will likely still achieve a good ranking in this Four Kingdoms Martial Arts Tournament!

"Next match, Dragon Group, number six, Lu Feng!"

Just as Bi Yangde and the others were discussing among themselves, Qin Xuanzhong's cold and stern voice came from the side again.

"Dragon Group, Number Six?"

"Huh, the number I just drew seems to be...!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Xiaoyu's pretty face also stiffened slightly. She couldn't help but turn her head to look at the strange stone tablet next to her, until finally her gaze slowly fell on the bold characters "Tiger Group, Number Six".

"Master, Master...!"

Lin Xiaoyu's eyes widened, seemingly surprised. "How could it be such a coincidence...!"

According to the rules of the Four Kingdoms Martial Arts Tournament, those who draw the same number in the Dragon and Tiger groups become opponents. Therefore, if she wants to advance to the next round, she obviously needs to defeat Lu Feng, her former mentor.

"Little Fish, I never expected my next opponent to be you..."

He also leaped and landed in the center of the open space. Lu Feng's gaze then turned to Lin Xiaoyu not far away, a rare tenderness appearing in his eyes. "What? You can't bear to attack your master?"

"No, no, no! Master, Little Fish just doesn't want you to...!"

"Fine."

Lin Xiaoyu waved her hands repeatedly, but before she could finish speaking, Lu Feng grinned again, "Xiaoyu, since you have concerns and don't want to fight, how can your master force you? I admit defeat in this battle."

"What?"

"Admit defeat?!"

Upon hearing Lu Feng's words, not only Lin Xiaoyu froze on the spot, but also the geniuses from various countries watching the battle looked on with strange expressions and stared in disbelief.

After all, every match in the Four Kingdoms Martial Arts Tournament is very important, as it also affects the subsequent rankings. It is quite rare for someone like Lu Feng to admit defeat without even fighting!

"What the heck?! What exactly is Lu Feng trying to do?!"

"If you accumulate three or more losses, you'll be eliminated. This guy surrendered without even playing a match...!"

Seeing Lu Feng admit defeat on the spot, Ren Xuanfei, who was watching the battle from a distance, became anxious. Her pretty face was full of doubt, and she seemed to be puzzled by the former's unusual behavior.