150: Violent Yang at dawn

Just then, Yang Lingchen arrived at the Assessment Hall, cupped his hands in a salute, and said, "Elder Mo, have you arranged the challenge matters?"

"Stinky brat, I hope you don't disappoint me, otherwise I will definitely make you pay," Mo Wentian said with a serious face, his gaze filled with dignity.

"Rest assured, Elder Mo, this Disciple is not an arrogant person," Yang Lingchen said with a calm expression and a firm tone.

"The Arena is over there, come with me!"

After speaking, Mo Wentian took steady steps, leading Yang Lingchen toward the direction of the challenge Arena.

"Look, Elder Mo is here, and that kid behind him must be Hanyang City."

"This kid doesn't look very old! His cultivation level has actually reached the ninth layer of the Emperor Realm."

"It is said that this kid is the new Personal Disciple taken in by the Saintess."

"Then he is too arrogant! He actually claimed he would break into the top forty of the heavenly emperor ranking list."

With the arrival of Yang Lingchen, the area around the Arena instantly became noisy, with various discussions rising one after another.

"Kid, you are very arrogant! You actually dared to claim you would win eight consecutive matches." Lin Beizheng had a mocking smile on his lips, his eyes full of disdain.

"Who are you? What is your ranking on the heavenly emperor ranking list?" Yang Lingchen asked with a calm expression and a light tone.

"You don't even know me, yet you dare to challenge me; you really are something that doesn't know how to die." Lin Beizheng's eyes were sharp, and he spoke in a cold, stern tone.

"What are you? I have no interest in knowing. If you are not convinced, then let's meet in the Arena," Yang Lingchen sneered, then with a nimble posture, he leaped up and jumped onto the Arena.

"Senior Brother Lin, calm down, just leave this kid to me to handle," said a tall youth whose cultivation level was at the Peak of the ninth layer of the Emperor Realm.

"Zhou Long, break his legs for This Young Master, and let him know that not just any Tom, Dick, or Harry can enter the heavenly emperor ranking list." Lin Beizheng's face was gloomy as he said coldly.

"Rest assured, Senior Brother Lin."

After speaking, Zhou Long's figure moved like lightning, leaping up and flying onto the Arena.

At this moment, Mo Wentian stood out and said loudly, "Challenges for the heavenly emperor ranking list forbid taking lives and crippling cultivation levels. If one side admits defeat or falls off the Arena, the other side must not continue to attack. Violators will be severely punished."

"Begin now."

"Kid, you just joined the sect and you dare to challenge the heavenly emperor ranking list. Today, I will let you..."

Just then, Yang Lingchen's figure was like a ghost, appearing suddenly in front of Zhou Long like a phantom, and immediately after, the stick in his hand struck his face with the force of a thunderbolt.

"Bang...!"

"Ah... ah... ah..."

Zhou Long let out a miserable shriek; his entire face was smashed beyond recognition by Yang Lingchen, and his body was then violently thrown under the Arena like a kite with a broken string.

"Elder Mo, next one, I want to challenge the ninetieth place." Yang Lingchen said with a calm expression.

Mo Wentian was stunned and took a while to react, saying, "Oh... oh! Wei Xiaobao, please come up to the Arena to accept the challenge!"

Mo Wentian had thought that this Hanyang City might win, but he never expected that this kid could so cleanly and swiftly insta-kill Zhou Long.

"This guy is too exaggerated!"

"That's right! Zhou Long is at the Peak of the ninth layer of the Emperor Realm! This kid doesn't seem to have reached the Peak yet."

At this moment, the scene was restless; the Disciples watching the fun whispered to each other and discussed heatedly.

"Senior Brother Lin, this kid is too despicable; he ambushed me." Zhou Long said with an unwilling face, gritting his teeth.

"Trash."

Lin Beizheng glanced at Zhou Long and said coldly with a face full of disgust.

Just then, a youth wearing a gray robe, with a handsome face and a cultivation level at the first layer of the Saint Realm, leaped onto the Arena.

"Challenge begin," Mo Wentian said loudly.

"Kid, don't think that just because you got into the heavenly emperor ranking list by ambush, you can challenge me, Wei Xiaobao."

Although Wei Xiaobao was full of disdain for Yang Lingchen with his words, his actions were extremely cautious, staring fixedly at Yang Lingchen and focusing entirely on guarding against an ambush.

"Slap...!"

Yang Lingchen's figure flashed, fast as lightning, instantly arriving in front of Wei Xiaobao and directly slapping him onto the ground.

"Now tell me, did I ambush you?" Yang Lingchen said, looking down from above.

"No..., no." Wei Xiaobao said in terror, his voice trembling.

"Who gave you the name Wei Xiaobao?" Yang Lingchen asked with interest.

"My father gave it to me." Wei Xiaobao said tremblingly.

"The name Wei Xiaobao doesn't suit you. From today on, you shall be called Wei Zhongxian! This name suits you." Yang Lingchen said nonchalantly.

"Wei Zhongxian?" Wei Xiaobao frowned and said with a puzzled face.

"Slap...!"

"Do you have an opinion?" Yang Lingchen slapped him again.

"No..., no opinion." Wei Xiaobao said quickly, his eyes full of fear.

"Get down." Yang Lingchen said coldly.

"Yes... yes..."

Wei Xiaobao scrambled down from the Arena. Even now, he was still fearful; he never expected that this Hanyang City's strength would be so terrifying, like a demon god, causing him to feel fear.

At this time, Lin Beizheng below the stage also frowned. After watching just now, he discovered that this Hanyang City's Movement Technique was simply fast to the extreme; even for him, if he didn't handle it carefully, it was very likely he would be caught off guard by the opponent.

The subsequent battles had no suspense; Yang Lingchen's figure again moved like lightning, and he slapped the opponent flying away.

At this moment, no one dared to look down on Yang Lingchen anymore. Even Lin Beizheng, who had been extremely arrogant from the beginning, now began to be cautious and put away his contempt.

"Lin Beizheng, come up to the stage to accept the challenge." Mo Wentian said loudly.

"Elder Mo, please trouble yourself to notify those I want to challenge, so as not to waste time later." Yang Lingchen said calmly.

"Good kid, you really have the strength to be arrogant. This seat has already performed Sound Transmission for you, and the others will arrive soon." Mo Wentian said heartily, a hint of admiration appearing in his eyes.

Just then, Lin Beizheng's figure appeared on the Arena in an instant.

"Hanyang City, I admit I underestimated your strength before, but if you think you can defeat me, then you are greatly mistaken." Lin Beizheng said with a gloomy face and a cold tone.

"Elder Mo, can we begin?" Yang Lingchen looked at Mo Wentian.

"Challenge begin," Mo Wentian said loudly.

As soon as Mo Wentian's voice fell, Yang Lingchen held his stick and rushed toward Lin Beizheng like a fierce tiger released from a cage.

Lin Beizheng was not to be outdone, waving his hand to send a sharp Sword Qi shooting toward Yang Lingchen.

Yang Lingchen's figure flashed, instantly dodging the opponent's Sword Qi, while the stick in his hand carried a whistling wind as it smashed fiercely toward the opponent.

The speed of this stick was extremely fast; it was extremely difficult for Lin Beizheng to dodge. Having no other choice, he had to wave his sword to meet it.

"Clang...!"

The huge recoil force directly knocked the battle sword out of Lin Beizheng's hand.

"Whoa...!"

"Bang..."

Just then, Yang Lingchen's second stick strike came, again carrying an unstoppable Aura as it swung toward Lin Beizheng.

"Bang..."

Lin Beizheng was knocked unconscious on the spot by this stick strike.

"Damn it, I've seen people acting cool, but I've never seen someone who loves acting cool as much as you."

Yang Lingchen stepped on Lin Beizheng's face and pressed down hard with his foot.

"Crack."

Lin Beizheng's right cheek was instantly sunken in from being stepped on directly by Yang Lingchen.

"Ah... ah... ah..."

"I... admit... defeat, I admit defeat." Lin Beizheng said in terror, his voice choked with sobs.

Since the opponent had already admitted defeat, Yang Lingchen couldn't be bothered to pay more attention to him. The reason he was so eager to challenge the heavenly emperor ranking list was not to show off his bravery; if it weren't for letting Su Ronger take him to see his mother, he wouldn't have bothered to waste time here.

Thinking of being able to see his mother, Yang Lingchen felt exceptionally excited, as if a scorching flame was burning in his heart.