Chapter 115: A little title of Deputy Chief, does it make you think you're something special?

There are differences even between True Intents.

Watching Qiu Wei fall beneath the Arena, Chen Yan's gaze was calm.

The Thunder Blade intent appears very domineering.

But its sense of horizontal push is not as good as his Fist Intent, and its single-point explosive power is not as good as his Spear Intent.

That sense of Heaven and Earth might indeed have a strong crushing feeling, but for the Extreme Piercing True Intent to defeat the opponent, it only needs to pierce one point to injure them.

More importantly, this Qiu Wei only used True Intent when swinging his blade?

Chen Yan's spear thrust was not just Spear Intent, but also 【Min Zhe】, and powerful Min Zhe Qi Xue.

And the power erupted from his physical body.

The instantaneous coordination of his entire body's Tendon, Bone, and Skin.

It looked like just a single spear thrust, but it was a perfect combination of all aspects.

With what head does Qiu Wei think he can win against him?

Qiu Wei fell, and there were still a few Gold Rank Fighters standing on the Arena, looking very desolate.

They looked at Chen Yan, trembling all over, not knowing what to do.

What the hell is the point of fighting?

So many Gold Rank and Silver Rank, plus a Platinum Rank Twentieth Qiu Wei, came together to fight Bing Yi.

And the result?

These people's minds were shaken, and they began to recall why they had come here in the first place.

"Bing Yi, let it go, there is no enmity between us."

A Gold Rank Fighter let out a sheepish laugh, stretching out his hands and shaking them helplessly.

Boom!

A cold current surged over, but Chen Yan grabbed the opponent's neck with one hand and lifted them up.

"Let what go? I didn't hear you clearly," Chen Yan said with a laugh.

"I... I said we have no..." The Gold Rank Fighter, beneath his Mask, had a flushed face and spoke with extreme difficulty.

Boom!

Chen Yan's right hand swept with his Long Spear, and under the heavy whip-like strike, the person's body was sent flying.

"You spoke too slowly."

Chen Yan said indifferently.

The remaining few Gold Rank Fighters were now stiff, and a young Woman even began to cry.

Fear.

This Bing Yi was simply too terrifying.

Is something wrong with Qiu Wei's brain?

Why did he have to provoke him?

Boom, boom, boom!

Chen Yan thrust out several times with his spear, and these few Gold Rank Fighters were also blasted off the Arena.

The battle ended.

On the giant screens extending from the Star Dome and facing all four directions, Bing Yi's figure was displayed.

He stood silently, like another brilliant star beneath the galaxy.

Profound and distant.

The tip of the Spear was congealed with blood, appearing as if formed from frost and snow, gleaming with cold light, as if it could pierce through all falsehoods.

Cheers erupted in the Audience Area.

But these cheers struggled to continue amidst an even larger silence.

Even the Host, who always had high professional competence, stood dazed beneath the Arena, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Only some staff members hurried over, beginning to carry away those Fighters who were severely injured.

"My apologies, dear Audience!"

An aged voice suddenly rang out, and an Elder wearing a Flame Mask appeared on the giant screens.

The person sat upright on a sofa, hands clasped, supporting their chin.

"Tonight, the problem lies with our Tianbei Fist Tournament."

Fire Executor, also known as Chi Lao, spoke:

"Platinum Rank Twentieth Thunder Blade, fearing that Bing Yi would clear the levels and defeat him, causing him to lose his own Monthly Points."

"So he arranged for Gold Rank Second Golden Bow to create public opinion, wanting to force Bing Yi to stop his winning streak today!"

Fire Executor simply stated the cause and effect of the matter.

In the Audience Area, there was an uproar.

Even though many in the Audience could guess the reason, hearing Fire Executor state it directly still caused their emotions to surge.

"Therefore, this match was unfair to Bing Yi from the very beginning."

"Bing Yi did not rely on the tournament officials, but fought back himself; here, I represent the officials in gifting Bing Yi three thousand points!"

As Fire Executor's voice fell, Qiu Wei, who was being carried away on a stretcher and had not dared to open his eyes, felt his body tremble.

Why exactly three thousand?

Chen Yan was somewhat surprised; three thousand points were enough for him to perform Observation and Imagination for three hundred minutes, which was five hours of Second Grade True Intent Stone.

At the same time, those injured Gold Rank and Silver Rank Fighters were also filled with envy.

"Also, starting from today, I ban Golden Bow and Thunder Blade from entering the Tianbei Fist Tournament, and permanently revoke their membership status."

"All Gold Rank and Silver Rank boxers participating today, each Gold Rank will have three hundred points deducted, and each Silver Rank will have one hundred points deducted!"

Fire Executor's voice rang out.

In an instant.

Qiu Wei's expression changed drastically; aside from the Tianbei Fist Tournament, where else could one find a True Intent Stone?

"Fire Executor, I was wrong!!!"

Qiu Wei, ignoring his injuries, sat up and shouted loudly toward the Star Dome.

"Fire Executor, today's matter was a moment of foolishness on my part!"

In the distance, Tang Jue, who was also being carried, shouted loudly, his face deathly pale.

In Yunmeng City, if one does not have a True Intent Master.

Losing the qualification to enter the Tianbei Fist Tournament basically means cutting off one's own path regarding True Intent!

"I know you realize your mistakes, but realizing them is useless!"

Qiu Wei and Tang Jue only felt despair in their hearts.

As for those Gold Rank or Silver Rank boxers who had originally intended to protest, they all shut their mouths at once.

Compared to Tang Jue and Qiu Wei, they were considered lucky.

But they regretted it too.

They were not Bing Yi; several hundred points were a huge sum to them.

Fire Executor spoke indifferently.

Inside the Observation Area.

Some Audience members who understood the rules also had their expressions change slightly; Fire Executor's punishment was unexpectedly this severe!

"Reasonable!"

Someone suddenly spoke up.

Forming cliques to suppress others must be dealt with severely.

"Very reasonable. If the Tianbei Fist Tournament didn't punish them severely, then I would really look down on the Tianbei Fist Tournament."

"Right, I was thinking at the time, with Bing Yi fighting all these people alone, what the hell was the Tianbei Fist Tournament thinking?"

"Bing Yi is amazing. Perhaps the Tianbei Fist Tournament knew of Bing Yi's strength?"

"Bing Yi is indeed amazing, too amazing!"

…………

Inside the Independent Preparation Area.

Gong Hangwen's expression was somber.

He did not expect that Bing Yi had actually won, nor did he expect the Tianbei Fist Tournament to give Tang Jue and Qiu Wei such severe punishments.

Could it be that Fire Executor did not care about him, Gong Hangwen, at all?

"Here, I, Fire Executor, guarantee in the name of an Executor that Bing Yi is absolutely not an internal member of our Tianbei Fist Tournament!"

At this moment, Chi Lao's voice rang out.

Whoosh!

The cheering suddenly rang out even more intensely.

Inside the Audience Area, all the Audience were truly shaken in their hearts at this moment.

Because from the moment Bing Yi suppressed everyone, while everyone was shocked, they also had a doubt in their hearts.

That was that Bing Yi's strength was a bit abnormal.

It really looked like he was an internal member of the Tianbei Fist Tournament.

Now, with Fire Executor's guarantee, their concerns were dispelled.

"Bing Yi..."

Inside the Independent Viewing Room, Gong Hangwen's expression also changed slightly.

Because of Fire Executor's words, his attention returned to the Youth holding the Ice Spear.

The opponent was very powerful!

The fighting intent in his movements was even more perfect; one could tell at a glance that he had experienced immense slaughter.

And every time the opponent came, his strength would increase by a large margin.

It was very likely that he was a genius whose strength progressed extremely fast!

If that was the case...

He must recruit him!

Someone like Bing Yi was a true genius, incomparable to ordinary geniuses like Chu Xuansheng, Zhao Yuanxin, and Chen Yan!

Of course, such a genius must also have a powerful background.

Gong Hangwen felt that even if he could not recruit him, he should still befriend him.

For those with ordinary backgrounds like Chu Xuansheng and Chen Yan, offending them was fine.

But Bing Yi was different.

Even if he had no background, his aptitude was simply too terrifying.

Gong Hangwen took a deep breath, feeling that he should go find Bing Yi later to resolve the conflict and, incidentally, make friends.

Just at this time.

"There is one more point."

Chi Lao's voice sounded again.

"Gong Hangwen, Gong Vice Chief, the Tianbei Fist Tournament has its own rules. If you insist on interfering with our Tianbei Fist Tournament, you are fully capable of having your Yunmeng City Martial Officer drive us out."

Gong Hangwen's expression changed drastically, and his eyes narrowed.

"As for the Tianbei Fist Tournament in Yunmeng City, if we don't want to run it, we won't; you can go back and file an application to thoroughly investigate us."

Chi Lao's voice resounded, growing colder and colder.

Although his words painted the Tianbei Fist Tournament as the weaker party, every single word carried a sense of threat.

In the Audience Area, the previously cheering Audience fell silent all at once.

Was Bing Yi being suppressed a Method of Gong Hangwen?

A Deputy Minister of the Martial Officer Town, and this is the extent of his capacity?

Everyone thought this in their hearts, but no one dared to speak up.

"Hahahaha!"

A hearty Laughter rang out; Gong Hangwen did not Appear, but his voice was projected through the agitation of his SoulRefining.

"Chi Lao, this is entirely a misunderstanding. The decision made by the juniors in private was indeed a bit reckless. Here, I apologize to you."

Inside the Executor Office, Chi Lao's eyes narrowed beneath his Mask.

"It seems I misunderstood you."

Gong Hangwen did not speak.

"Enough, the Tianbei Fist Tournament ends here for today. Will all members of the Audience please leave the venue quietly and in an orderly fashion.

For the discomfort caused to everyone by today's events, I, Fire Executor, apologize to you all once again."

…………

The tournament ended early.

Countless people left with excited emotions.

Geniuses of Yunmeng City like Lu Linqian were even more stirred in their hearts.

One after another, they speculated: was this Bing Yi truly a genius of the same age as them?

If so, then Yunmeng City would surely have a place for him in the future.

Chen Yan left the Arena.

There was a trace of a Sigh in his heart.

"In the end, I exposed too much."

He had once set a goal for himself, which was that during daily combat.

He could expose Three-tenths and hide seven-tenths.

Today, he had exposed at least four-tenths, or even five-tenths.

He indeed did not use his Horizontal Refinement Martial Arts or his Breathing Method.

But the strength of his Flesh was something Chen Yan inevitably had to use.

"Ice Master, please follow me. You may wait for a moment in the Rest Room while our internal staff prepares your exclusive Cultivation Room."

The White Skirt Woman arrived, her voice carrying a sense of solemnity not present before.

The Outer Realm was still speculating whether this Bing Yi was a powerful martial artist of the older generation.

But the White Skirt Woman knew clearly that the last time Bing Yi came, he hadn't even achieved Gun Intent Comprehension, let alone Spear Momentum.

This Bing Yi was no old martial artist playing the pig to eat the Tiger; he was clearly a new-generation genius soaring at an extremely fast speed!

"Mm."

Chen Yan nodded and followed behind the White Skirt Woman.

Approaching them, however, was a man wearing a Gold Mask.

"Bing Yi, I am Gong Hangwen."

Gong Hangwen reached out his hand, wearing a Smile.

Beneath her mask, the White Skirt Woman's Mu Guang shrank slightly, and she retreated to the side.

Chen Yan did not speak, but Gong Hangwen laughed:

"There was a bit of a misunderstanding just now; I apologize to you on behalf of Tang Jue and Qiu Wei."

As Gong Hangwen spoke, his expression changed slightly, because Bing Yi ignored him and brushed past him.

"Bing Yi, you..."

Gong Hangwen Frown.

"Gong Hangwen!"

Chen Yan spoke with a suppressed voice: "Does the title of a mere Deputy Chief of the Yunmeng City Martial Officer Town make you feel like you're something special?"