832: Chapter 832 1V99 (Part 2)!

The area around the arena was deathly silent.

Everyone's nerves were taut at this moment...

Ninety-nine people in total had taken turns, and even with the wheel battle format, Ye Chen hadn't even caught his breath.

Is there any point in continuing this?

Even if they fought until the end, the result would likely not change.

"Are you all not considering sending anyone else up?"

Seeing that everyone remained indifferent, Ye Chen took the initiative to invite them on the spot, "I am a very fair person. One comes, I fight one. A hundred come, I fight a hundred. If you want to come up, then continue. Don't waste any more of my time."

Silence. A deathly silence.

Even the elders in the viewing gallery were no longer speaking.

Ye Chen waited a few seconds.

Seeing that truly no one was moving, he turned to look at the old referee at the edge of the arena.

"Referee, no one is challenging anymore. Can you announce the result?"

The old referee snapped back to reality.

He was the host sent by The Association, so he naturally possessed strong on-the-spot capabilities.

The next second, he hurriedly announced.

"In the first round of the elimination tournament, the defender Ye Chen has achieved ninety-nine consecutive wins and advances to the next round!"

This would absolutely be recorded in history!

Because... it was just too outrageous!

After a brief silence, someone started clapping, and applause began to ring out one after another.

"Ye Chen is a beast!"

"Ninety-nine consecutive wins! Is he here to wreck the place?"

"Does this martial arts tournament even need to continue? The champion is basically decided, right?"

"Exactly, why keep fighting? Just award the prize already!"

In all their years, this was the first time they had seen something so outrageous!

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they would never have believed it.

In the viewing gallery, Patriarch Xuanyuan Hai laughed until he leaned back and forth, slapping the armrest of his wheelchair and cheering repeatedly.

"Hahaha! Good! Good! As expected of my worthy brother!"

"Watching this match is much more interesting than watching those flashy, useless moves!"

Once these words left his mouth, the crowd that had been clapping suddenly went quiet.

Everyone's faces were filled with astonishment.

Huh? They weren't deaf, were they? They couldn't have misheard, right?

Who was Patriarch Xuanyuan Hai? The current head of the Xuanyuan Family, the leader of the Five Great Families in the Kunlun Ruins!

A person whose status was so revered that even the leader of the Dragon Group had to call him Dad!

And how old was Ye Chen? A twenty-something-year-old brat; even if he could fight, the difference in seniority was like heaven and earth.

Yet Patriarch Xuanyuan Hai called him 'Worthy Brother'???

Those with quick minds had already started counting on their fingers.

If Patriarch Xuanyuan Hai was Ye Chen's brother, what was Ye Chen's relationship to the descendants of the Xuanyuan Family?

His seniority was directly higher than Xuanyuan Ji, and even Xuanyuan Huo, the leader of the Dragon Group, would have to call him Uncle when they met...

Someone couldn't help but gasp.

"Old Master Xuanyuan isn't joking, is he?"

"He wouldn't joke about that. What level is he at? Does he need to make such a demeaning joke?"

"Exactly! What if they just hit it off?"

"You call this hitting it off? This is maxing out the seniority level!"

The entire venue exploded. Everyone's eyes were filled with disbelief.

But, before they could even fully believe that all of this was real... Suddenly!

On the arena, Ye Chen cupped his hands toward Patriarch Xuanyuan Hai, looking calm and composed.

"Brother, you jest. This little brother is merely cooperating with the performance."

"Since someone arranged this play, I have to act it out properly!"

The entire audience was shocked!

They could now confirm... Patriarch Xuanyuan Hai was truly not joking; he had already accepted Ye Chen as his worthy brother!

Furthermore... Ye Chen said this lightly, but to those with ulterior motives, it stung like a knife.

Someone arranged this play? Arranged what? A wheel battle?

Bai Canghe sat in his seat, his face ashen.

He never expected... that Ye Chen would not only fail to show any signs of fatigue during the wheel battle, but instead easily wiped out ninety-nine people.

He also didn't expect... that Patriarch Xuanyuan Hai would actually openly call Ye Chen his brother on such an occasion.

Bai Canghe knew better than anyone what this "Worthy Brother" meant.

It meant that standing behind Ye Chen was the entire Xuanyuan Family!

It meant that anyone who wanted to touch Ye Chen in the future would first have to weigh the attitude of the Xuanyuan Family!

Damn it! That old guy, Patriarch Xuanyuan Hai, actually lowered his status just to oppose them!

Bai Canghe gritted his teeth so hard they clicked, the anger in his eyes almost overflowing.

The few elders beside Bai Canghe looked at each other, none daring to speak.

They could tell that the Clan Head's mood at this moment was several degrees colder than the weather in Antarctica.

"A fine Ye Chen..." Bai Canghe finally spoke, though his voice was very low.

"A fine Patriarch Xuanyuan Hai..."

"All of you, watch yourselves!"

He paused, released his grip on the armrest, and regained his usual calm expression.

But the chill in his eyes did not fade in the slightest.

It didn't matter.

The first round was just an appetizer.

The real killing move was still to come.

Sooner or later, I will make you pay dearly!!!

Ye Chen walked off the arena, and Yan Qingwu greeted him, lowering her voice and laughing: "Did you see Bai Canghe's expression? It was as black as the bottom of a pot."

Ye Chen grinned.

"I saw it. His surname is Bai, so a black face is more fitting."

"Your move of borrowing strength to strike back was played really well." Yan Qingwu clicked her tongue in wonder, "You deliberately brought out the senior Patriarch Xuanyuan Hai; now, who would dare to touch you openly?"

Ye Chen shrugged: "I didn't deliberately bring him out; Brother called out to me himself."

"Just keep pretending." Yan Qingwu rolled her eyes.

This wasn't Yan Qingwu just guessing randomly; it was a well-founded speculation.

First, exposing their relationship would directly eliminate ninety-nine percent of the trouble.

Those who didn't dare to provoke the Xuanyuan Family certainly wouldn't come to provoke Ye Chen.

Secondly, it was to let the Bai family see his background.

Whether they restrained themselves or not was another matter, but at least... the trouble could be reduced.

Every time they did something, they would have to weigh the consequences first.

As the two were talking, they walked back to the Xuanyuan Family's seating area.

Patriarch Xuanyuan Hai laughed heartily, patting the armrest of his wheelchair: "Worthy Brother, sit down and rest, drink some hot tea."

Ye Chen didn't stand on ceremony either; he plopped down into the chair next to him and took a gulp of the hot tea handed to him by Xuanyuan Ji.

"Brother's tea is still the best."

Patriarch Xuanyuan Hai laughed loudly: "That is only natural. This is the Snow Bud tea grown by our Xuanyuan Family; it only produces three catties a year."

Xuanyuan Ji stood to the side, feeling even more helpless.

Even now, she hadn't adapted to this seniority.

Ye Chen was only a few years older than her, yet he had suddenly transformed into her grandfather's sworn brother.

According to seniority, she had to call Ye Chen Great-Uncle?

Just thinking about it made her feel uncomfortable all over.

Fortunately, Ye Chen didn't use his seniority to pressure her; otherwise, she really wouldn't know what expression to use when facing this convenient Great-Uncle.

In the following time, the subsequent contestants took the stage.

Neither Yan Qingwu nor Xuanyuan Ji went up.

Because they were very clear that this martial arts tournament was specifically prepared for Ye Chen.

Even if they went up and obtained a ranking, it would be of no use.

After all... among the experts who had targeted Ye Chen just now, there were plenty of old monsters.

Any one of them pulled out would be enough to give them a hard time...

In the next few arena matches, although there were some intense fights, with Ye Chen's ninety-nine consecutive wins as a precedent, subsequent matches, no matter how exciting, seemed a bit dull.

In the audience, many people were still whispering and discussing the wheel battle that had just taken place.

Until—the area in the very center of the viewing gallery, which had been empty all along, suddenly showed some movement.

A figure walked slowly out from the side door, dressed in white like snow, with black hair like a waterfall, and wearing a golden mask inlaid with nine-colored gems.

Saintess An Miaoyi. The Guixu Saintess.

As soon as she appeared, the eyes of the entire venue fell upon her.

But she looked straight ahead, walking directly onto the arena.

The old referee was stunned for a moment, then announced loudly: "Guixu Saintess, Saintess An Miaoyi, challengers please take the stage."

There was silence for a few seconds below the stage, then someone couldn't hold back.

A rogue cultivator from Nanyang jumped onto the arena and cupped his hands, saying: "I am from the Nanyang Zheng Family, Zheng..."

Before he could finish, Saintess An Miaoyi just raised her hand slightly.

Before that person could react, his whole body was lifted as if by a gust of wind, floating lightly out of the arena and landing on the snow more than ten meters away.

He was instantly filled with confusion.

Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing!?

"Next." Saintess An Miaoyi withdrew her hand and said indifferently.

The whole audience was shocked.

But the second challenger had already jumped onto the stage.

That was a burly man carrying a giant hammer.

As a result, Saintess An Miaoyi didn't even raise her hand; she just glanced at him.

The burly man's giant hammer suddenly flew out of his hand, smashing onto his own instep.

It hurt so much that he hugged his foot and hopped several times, jumping off the arena with a flushed face.

And the third one, similarly, didn't last a single breath.

Saintess An Miaoyi had only made a move three times in total, and no one dared to take the stage again.

Someone recognized her technique and exclaimed.

"Good heavens!"

"That is the Guixu's 'Psychokinesis'! It can control all things without contact. It is said that one needs to reach a certain realm of Mental Power to cultivate it!"

"How old is she? Not only is her cultivation heaven-defying, but now her Mental Power is also this powerful!"

"Guixu Saintess... truly lives up to her reputation!"