Chapter 234: I was just teasing you, and you actually believed it?

"Hmm?"

Zhang Lei's expression shifted slightly; he stood up and looked toward the ring in the center of the boxing arena.

He saw the man wearing the green cat mask currently kneeling on the ring.

Bing Yi, holding a long spear, arrived before the other party and spoke in a calm tone:

"Stop kneeling. With you like this, I didn't prepare any red envelopes at all."

"You motherf—!!!"

Kuang Mao let out a low roar, his upper body went limp, and he collapsed directly onto the ring, gasping for air in large gulps.

Endless pressure and chill intertwined and crushed down upon him, and the sweat seeping from his entire body turned into ice crystals in an instant.

Kuang Mao opened his mouth wide; they had exchanged barely thirty moves, and he had already lost.

Is this person really in the middle of an advancement?

Is this person really advancing from the Second Rank to the Third Rank?

Shouldn't this person be at the Origin Realm?

He looked with difficulty at the secret text on the edge of the ring.

Seventy-three thousand nine hundred and fifty-one!

Following that, Kuang Mao let out a low roar:

"You aren't advancing at all!"

He pointed at Chen Yan:

"Advancing from Second Rank to Third Rank, and still in the middle of the process—how could you possibly unleash this level of combat power!"

The expression beneath his mask was twitching wildly as he pointed to the ice dragon still dancing in the high air:

"This advancement phenomenon is entirely manifested by your own blood energy; if you're going to fake it, do it properly!"

He did not believe that he, a well-known genius of Qinzhou, would be beaten like this by someone crossing ranks.

What was even more hateful was that the other party was still advancing.

"I'm a Fourth Rank, a Fourth Rank, damn it!!!"

Kuang Mao roared out loud.

Chen Yan's expression was calm.

With a boom.

He kicked out.

He kicked Kuang Mao directly off the ring, his gaze sweeping across the spectator area and the individual viewing rooms.

"I'm being this wild; Luo Chen is probably about to cry from anxiety."

At the Heavenly Ranking Boxing Tournament, everyone who saw this scene was stunned for a moment.

Is Bing Yi's advancement fake?

But this ice dragon is clearly so solid.

At this moment, some were guessing, some were surprised, but most were shocked.

Inside the spectator area.

Chen Xiyuan stared fixedly at Bing Yi on the ring, her breathing growing a bit more rapid.

It was impossible for her not to see that Bing Yi was clearly indeed advancing to the Golden Body.

There was no faking it!

"If this person can achieve a perfect Golden Body, his combat power might reach a million!"

She evaluated aloud, and beside her, He Youtong trembled.

A combat power value of one million?

Even ordinary Origin Realm experts find it difficult to reach this level.

The battle continued!

Sounds of shock rang out one after another.

"Eighty thousand!"

"Holy shit, is he really advancing?"

"His ice dragon has already changed halfway."

"So fast, his blood energy is becoming more and more solid—it's real!"

Fighting the twenty-fifth place!

"Ninety thousand!"

A high-pitched voice rang out, and the whole arena was in an uproar.

Inside the Luo Chen viewing room.

Chen Huang, who had a black dragon tattooed on his head, stared fixedly at the ring.

Bing Yi swung his spear, a ball of light condensed at the tip, exploding in an instant; countless ice crystals shattered, and the rampaging spear intent overflowed throughout the arena!

Chen Huang's pupils shrank as he looked toward the secret text calculating the combat power value.

One hundred twenty-eight thousand nine hundred and sixty!

A combat power value of one hundred twenty thousand!

It had already surpassed the strongest combat power he could unleash!

The entire viewing room became terrifyingly quiet, and pairs of eyes looked toward Chen Huang.

The other party had just personally said he would skin Bing Yi alive.

Fighting the twenty-third place.

"Look, everyone, the ice dragon above Bing Yi's head is changing rapidly!"

"The light on Bing Yi's body is different now, too!"

A series of exclamations rang out from the spectator area.

An old man at the Origin Realm spoke in astonishment:

"This is the state where the meridians, Qi and blood, and physical body are perfectly unified; this Bing Yi is truly about to achieve the Perfect Golden Body!"

The crowd was stunned.

Battle for twenty-second place.

On the ring, the twenty-second ranked fighter of the Cyan Jade grade, a man wearing a Long Cloud mask, looked at Chen Yan and said with emotion:

"You're impressive, brother. I'll form a good bond with you—one move, I will only use one move!"

Chen Yan felt slightly surprised, then nodded.

Boom!

A golden awl blasted toward Chen Yan.

Spiraling golden winds swirled around the awl, erupting with a piercing hum.

Chen Yan thrust his spear out.

Strands of ice dragons spilled from the spear shaft, climbed up the body of the spear, and converged at the tip into a ball of light.

Fifth-grade Spear Intent, open!

【Void-Breaking - Ice Dragon Waterfall】!

Boom!

The awl and the ball of light exploded in the center of the ring.

Thousands of ice shards shattered, and accompanied by a sharp dragon roar, the figure in the ink-colored robe appeared on the ring once more.

The crowd was in an uproar.

Yet, they saw that blood was already seeping from Bing Yi's body, freezing into ice flowers in the extreme cold.

This was the first time Bing Yi had been injured.

Moreover, the combat power generated by the battle just now was only 100,000 equivalents.

Bing Yi was getting weaker.

The man wearing the Long Cloud mask looked at Chen Yan in surprise, then looked up at the ice dragon high above that represented Chen Yan's promotion state, and sighed:

"Bing Yi, you are now on the verge of promotion, and your combat power has dropped severely. I understand that you have anger in your heart for the underhanded harm caused by the Luo Chen Clan."

"But a great man must know how to bend and stretch."

He said this, but seeing that Bing Yi had no intention of turning back, he could only shake his head:

"The Luo Chen Clan is indeed too excessive."

"The struggle for breaking limits is bestowed by the Continent's Mandate; if you, Chen Min of the Luo Chen Clan, lose, then you lose."

"Refusing to accept it."

"And still insisting on extermination, just for the sake of Chen Min's invincible heart, wanting to harm a backbone who dared to destroy the Gong Family for the sake of the Great Xia people!"

His voice was resonant, carrying far away.

The entire boxing match was instantly filled with sounds of angry condemnation.

"The Luo Chen Clan is truly disgusting!"

"Keep your voice down, that's Chen Changyuan!"

"We are saying it together, what is there to fear? Are you worried that Chen Changyuan will kill us all?"

"Bing Yi dared to speak for Great Xia, yet suffered underhanded harm from your Luo Chen Clan—disgusting!"

The sounds of reproach rang out incessantly.

A wave after wave of angry shouts rose throughout the entire boxing match.

Inside the Luo Chen Clan's spectator room, every face was icy cold.

Chen Huang's breathing was even more rapid, his eyes staring fiercely at Bing Yi, wishing he could tear him to pieces.

"My Luo Chen Clan kills whoever we want to kill!"

Chen Huang roared:

"Wait until our clan's invincible child promotes to the seventh rank, and I will roast you all!"

He was incomparably furious.

Yet, at this very moment.

The young man on the ring spoke:

"Everyone, I, Bing Yi, thank you all for speaking up for me!"

His voice was resonant, and under the gaze of many, he poured out his heart:

"Do you think I don't know that fighting while promoting is courting death?"

"My talent is exceptional, but even this aptitude has its limits!"

The crowd quieted down.

"But I am not reconciled!"

The young man dressed in black struck his chest with his fist:

"If the Luo Chen Clan wants to kill me, they kill me. I, Bing Yi, am at least a heaven-gifted genius, and they would still do this."

"Then what about others?"

"Then what is this Great Xia, in their hearts, really?!"

Chen Yan's voice carried a special magic, causing everyone to fall silent at this moment.

"Therefore, my promotion today is not for myself, but for Heaven and Earth, for Great Xia, for the intent in my chest, and for the passion in my heart!"

Chen Yan spat out a mouthful of blood:

"If I die today, please pass on my name and my deeds. If Great Xia has no soul, then let my life forge this first wisp of a soul!"

Silence.

Stillness.

Opposite Chen Yan, the man wearing the Long Cloud mask had a stiff body; at this moment, the eyes beneath the mask were filled with solemn respect as he bowed to Chen Yan:

"I originally thought Bing Yi was fighting for promotion because he was cornered and acting on impulse, but I never expected..."

The man let out a long sigh:

"It is I who was ignorant!

Bing Yi dared to destroy the Gong Family, which even Shen Yiwu dared not destroy, and dared to deal with Luo Chen, whom everyone else dared not deal with.

It turns out he never cared about his own life or death at all, but rather had grand designs in his heart!"

His voice trembled as he realized the truth at this moment.

In the spectator area, pair after pair of eyes beneath masks began to tremble.

It turned out that Bing Yi's battle today was not for himself.

Some people turned red with indignation, while others had eyes filled with fury.

Bing Yi had been praised as the backbone of Great Xia.

Yet today, he had been forced into such a state by this Luo Chen!

Sounds of angry cursing!

Sounds of shouting!

Sounds of swearing rang out!

Inside the Deacon's office.

The Goat Deacon, who had been sitting on the sofa with Old Chi, had a stiff body, and his breathing became somewhat rapid.

"This person..."

He spoke in a low voice:

"I thought his fighting for promotion was just to show off his talent, too arrogant..."

The Goat Deacon pursed his lips; he had previously advised Bing Yi not to court death.

Bing Yi did not listen, so he naturally could not be bothered to care anymore.

In his heart, he had already regarded Bing Yi as a hopeless fool who relied on his talent to be arrogant.

Unexpectedly, what this Bing Yi had in his heart was actually so grand.

"It's just that with such good natural talent, why risk it for a moment of pride?"

The Goat Deacon gave a low hum.

"Young people are hot-blooded!" Old Chi let out a long, heavy breath and said:

"Think about it, you didn't do anything, you finally won a Limit-Breaking Contest, and then someone chases you down to kill you.

Would you be angry if it were you?"

Old Chi shook his head:

"Besides, this Bing Yi dared to destroy the Gong Family; you should think about what kind of person he really is."

The Goat Deacon was speechless and only muttered:

"But he looks like he is about to reach his limit."

"You could step in to save him."

The Goat Deacon was stunned and hurriedly said:

"I'm warning you, that's against the rules!"

The battle continued.

Battle number twenty-two.

"Bing Yi, I acknowledge you, so I will give you time to rest."

The twenty-second ranked person spoke.

Chen Yan nodded and began to sit cross-legged.

Roar!

High in the sky, the Ice Dragon soared, its dragon body, wrapped in clear, brilliant radiance, having already reached ninety percent.

Time passed slowly.

"Foul!"

Someone roared out:

"According to the rules, the idle time between two people fighting cannot exceed ten minutes, and it has already been fifteen minutes!"

But as soon as that person shouted, the people around him looked at him coldly.

"You are just dying for Bing Yi to die, aren't you."

"How much money did Luo Chen give you?"

"Speak, how much money for a single sentence?"

That person dared not speak anymore.

On the arena, Chen Yan stood up and bowed:

"I am ready, I will fight the next one."

The twenty-second ranked person nodded slightly and smiled:

"The nineteenth place is one of the Marked-Chen, be careful!"

Chen Yan nodded.

Battle against the twenty-first place.

In this battle, the twenty-first place did not let Chen Yan rest, but instead stubbornly endured the audience's angry curses to fight a great battle with Chen Yan.

Battle against the twentieth place.

The twentieth place was a woman, who was unwilling to fight Chen Yan.

Chen Yan immediately began to sit cross-legged, advancing!

Roar!

High above in the sky, an ice dragon danced, becoming increasingly full of spirit.

The parts filled with green light had already reached about ninety-eight percent.

And the aura on Chen Yan's body also became more and more solid and thick, the ice-crystal light shrouding his body becoming even more brilliant!

About to reach the Golden Body!

"Time is up." The host's voice rang out at an inopportune moment.

The twentieth place of the Green Jade rank spoke:

"Wait a little longer, he is about to reach the Golden Body."

The host was extremely troubled:

"It has already been extended for twenty minutes..."

All around, a chorus of curses erupted.

The audience was all rebuking the host, wanting to wait for Bing Yi to completely advance to the Golden Body realm.

The face under the host's mask was extremely bitter.

The rules of the Heavenly Ranking Boxing Tournament had already been broken beyond recognition; he could no longer refrain from intervening.

"Bing Yi, you may withdraw from the gauntlet, this is the last time I will advise you."

The Goat Deacon's voice rang out, though this time it carried a hint of gentleness.

"No!"

On the ring, Chen Yan stood up, and he bowed to the surroundings:

"My mind is made up!"

Still those four words.

His slender figure became imposing under the lights, and he said to the crowd:

"The strength of one person, even if it reaches the pinnacle of the Martial Dao, is nothing more than this.

But the heart of one person can be passed down for a thousand years, a torch passed on!

I, Bing Yi, do not do this for myself, but only to say 'no' to this unjust world on behalf of you all!"

His voice fell.

Countless sounds of sorrow.

Some people even began to weep.

Inside the spectator room.

The expressions of the group of Marked-Chen were incomparably cold.

Today, regardless of whether Bing Yi lived or died, the reputation of the Marked-Chen would be ruined from this day on.

It was supposed to be a simple Martial Dao fight, but it ended up being turned into this by Bing Yi.

He, the Marked-Chen, had become a disgusting villain.

"Damn it!"

Chen Huang slammed a fist into the wall, his eyes looking at Bing Yi spraying fire.

"This is for you."

A red pill was handed out by Chen Jixuan, landing in front of Chen Huang.

Chen Huang was startled, a trace of fear appearing in his eyes:

"This is a Blood-Breaking Pill; if I take it, my aptitude will plummet, and using this forbidden drug will get me punished by the Heavenly Ranking Boxing Tournament."

His previously furious appearance changed drastically; at this moment, the look in Chen Huang's eyes as he looked at Chen Jixuan was full of refusal.

Once a Blood-Breaking Pill is swallowed, one's own combat power surges tenfold.

But after taking it, one's own aptitude is completely finished, and it is possible that one will never be able to advance again for the rest of their life.

He would rather die than become a cripple.

"Bing Yi is already heavily injured, I... I can handle it myself!" Chen Huang growled.

Yet he saw that at this moment, Chen Jixuan's eyes were terrifyingly cold:

"I am not asking you."

"Besides, you said it yourself, one must learn from the Invincible One." Chen Jixuan said indifferently:

"If it were him, he would also make you take the Blood-Breaking Pill."

Chen Huang's expression stiffened, and then he placed the red pill under his tongue with an ugly look on his face.

"Kill him, and as for what happens after, the Aristocratic Family Alliance will participate in the public opinion; once Bing Yi is dead, after a few years, no one will remember that a person named Bing Yi ever existed."

To the side, Chen Qianqian said calmly:

"Don't you want to kill him very much? I'm giving you the chance."

Chen Huang nodded with a livid face.

Immediately following.

Bing Yi, battle number nineteen!

Crack, crack, crack...

As beams of light shone down, Chen Huang walked along the red carpet laid out from the entrance to the arena.

All around, a chorus of mockery erupted.

Beneath the Black Tiger Mask, Chen Huang's expression grew increasingly unsightly.

He stepped onto the arena, looked at Bing Yi opposite him, and let out a low growl:

"You beast!"

Veins bulged all over his body; if not for Bing Yi, who would dare treat him, Chen of the Luo clan, like this?

A lowly insect should know its place.

When I kill you, you must lower your head.

When I trample you, you must obediently endure it.

At this moment, the combat rules being spoken by the host were ignored by Chen Huang.

Within the pair of eyes beneath the mask, there was only Bing Yi.

He trembled all over, veins bulging one by one, writhing like worms, as if they would burst at any moment.

"The battle begins!"

The host spoke, then instantly departed.

Boom!

Black light erupted from Chen Huang's entire body; looking at Bing Yi now, he let out a low growl:

"You should be grateful you are at the Heavenly Ranking Boxing Tournament, otherwise your head would have been twisted off by me long ago!"

He growled, his fists clenched tight.

His gaze locked onto Bing Yi, and at this moment, due to extreme rage, streaks of black light even appeared within his vision.

"Speak, how do you want to..."

He spoke with extreme viciousness, but his voice grew slower and slower.

His mouth gradually widened.

Within his vision, Bing Yi remained standing in front.

But his vision suddenly began to spin.

His uncontrollable gaze shifted from Bing Yi's mask, saw the simulated starry sky high above, and then spun again, seeing the figures in the spectator area from top to bottom.

What is happening?

Chen Huang opened his mouth wide.

His vision continued to spin, seeing a severed neck, seeing the black clothing beneath the neck and a sturdy body, seeing a thick thigh and a pair of black cloth shoes.

Subsequently, his vision slammed onto the arena floor.

At the very end of his vision, he saw a head without a body reflected in the ice surface frozen onto the arena.

The head wore a Black Tiger Mask, and in the center of the forehead was an extremely deep blood hole, with red and white matter flowing out from within the blood hole.

He opened his mouth wide, unable to breathe; his vision was dissipating, his consciousness fading.

What is going on?

Am I dead?

Chen Huang wanted to roar.

Wasn't that Bing Yi about to fail?

How is this possible!

He hadn't even taken the Blood-Breaking Pill yet!

At the instant his hearing faded, he heard a cold voice.

"I was just teasing you, and you actually believed it."