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The battle continued on at the same pace. On the other arenas, the young martial artists were in a fervent battle. One punch, one palm, two swords, and the sound of metal clashing rang out. It was extremely lively.

Arena number four was fine for the rest of the time, but as long as it was Ling Yan's turn to go up on stage, his opponents would all bow their heads and admit defeat on the spot. They didn't even have the courage to fight, even if they didn't have the opportunity to join the Crimson Nimbus Martial School.

Logically speaking, even if one's strength was insufficient, as a martial artist, especially a martial artist who had passed the first trial of perseverance, they wouldn't be able to submit without fighting a strong opponent. But for some reason, those young martial artists had done so.

"Next match, No.439 against No.440, please make your preparations."

"I... "I concede …"

Number 440 was a young martial artist at the second level of the Nascent Soul Stage. Looking at Ling Yan's expressionless face, he felt that he had been targeted by a terrifying vicious beast, and he immediately said with a trembling voice.

"…"

"Next match, No.439 against No.442, please make your preparations."

"About that, I admit defeat …"

Number 442, a young martial artist at the second level of the Nascent Soul Stage, shook his hand shakily and then jumped down from the arena.

"…"

"Next match # 439 against # 452, please make your preparations."

"Wu wu, so terrifying. I won't fight anymore, I want to go home …"

This was a young female martial artist at the second level of the Mortal Stage. She seemed to be so frightened that she didn't even dare to go up the stage. She directly gave up on the match with a trembling voice and ran out of the crowd.

"Next, No.427 against No.438, please make your preparations."

"Admit defeat!"

Pan Xing shouted at his opponent who was at the second level of the Mortal Core realm.

"Are you crazy? You're really strong. Even if I can't beat you, don't think that I'll admit defeat!" The youngster standing opposite of Pan Xing immediately turned towards him. He took out a three-foot-long blade, infused all of his true essence into it, and charged towards Pan Xing while screaming!

"Sh * t!"

Pan Xing was infuriated. His illusionary steps moved, and true essence surged from his body. He instantly arrived behind the youth and kicked him off the stage!

He was going crazy, what right did he have?!

With the same level of strength, why would the other party admit to it upon encountering Ling Yan? Why would the other party not be afraid of him at all? Could it be that Ling Yan was even scarier than him?

What kind of world-class joke was this?!

Even though Pan Xing felt that Ling Yan's aura was a bit strange at the moment, and even though he could vaguely sense that the flow of his Qi was slightly hindered while he stood not too far away, he didn't take it to heart. He simply assumed that he had suffered from the side effects of too much carnage last night.

However, he was also a bit puzzled. There had never been such a situation before.

Pan Xing didn't have time to think about it.

"Next, No.438 against No.439, please make your preparations!"

The examiner's extremely plain words seemed to ignite Pan Xing's heart like a fire in spring.

Damn it, this father has finally waited a long time for it to come to an end! Pan Xing was overjoyed!

"Hahaha, Ling Yan, get the hell up here. I didn't expect to meet you so soon. Then I'm really sorry. You're going to end up at Crimson Nimbus Martial School, haha …"

Pan Xing leaped into the air and swiftly arrived at Ring Four, shouting excitedly towards the audience.

Damn it, he could finally teach this brat, Ling Yan, a lesson. Otherwise, he would have gone crazy from frustration. If he stole the limelight, he would make Ling Yan die a horrible death.