Awakened: The Spirit King!

The spectators weren't confused to see Xie Yang's opponent teleporting out of the arena's boundary. They had seen it happen at least ten times yesterday, so they were very familiar with this scene.

They knew that the City Lord didn't want to see the people participating in this tournament kill each other intentionally or unintentionally, but he also didn't want to hold them back from going all out against their opponents as he wished for the most capable ones to distinguish themselves from the crowd, thus on the day Xie Yong announced that he was going to hold a tournament to the world, he had commissioned the Silver Scale Clan to lay out protective measures on the tournament site to ensure that no one would die.

The spiritual cultivators of the Silver Scale Clan weren't good fighters. Still, they were the best array masters in the northern province. They did a good job and laid down on the tournament site a protective measure that would automatically activate and teleport the participants out of the arena when they were about to die.

Yesterday, it had activated 13 times, saving the life of 13 talented cultivators but also disqualifying them from the tournament.

The people couldn't help but praise Xie Yong as a good guy!

They expected nothing less from a saint like him!

Today, the tournament had just begun, but Xie Yang forced it to act to save Deng Niu and disqualify her!

The crowd didn't cheer for Xie Yang. The fight was too anti-climatic and one-sided. When he didn't make a move, it was like a game of a cat catching a mouse, funny but not exciting. When he made a move, it immediately ended, not at all adrenaline pumping. They felt bored watching it.

'Father sure doesn't like unnecessary bloodshed,' thinking this, Xie Yang unsheathed his sword. He was no fool, and he had no intention of actually killing Deng Niu just because she was a two-faced bitch, who liked to do the opposite of what she said. The reason he tried to behead her was to give her a good scare.

He had already seen that there was a life-saving array in place, and even if he tried, he wouldn't be able to kill her.

The crowd began booing Deng Niu for her incompetence, lack of skills, and questionable character.

Standing out of the arena and sweating profusely, Deng Niu was shaking to her boots both out of anger and hatred.

The fact that a damned young master, who grew up surrounded by all the world's luxuries and never had to kill to survive like her, played her like a fool and defeated her angered her to the point of screaming in frustration and pulling hair from her scalp.

Of course, she didn't do that as she didn't want to lose her last shred of dignity.

She hated herself for fearing him and Xie Yang for scaring the life out of her!

To express how much she hated him, she gave him a stink eye.

Instead of showing her disdain or scoffing at her, he smiled at her and raised his hand to stop the crowd from booing her.

"Miss, when you were fighting me, your sword strikes were swift like violent winds and your movements soft like silk. Obviously, You don't lack skills. Yet, you still lost to me without landing a single strike. Want to know why? You're too busy pretending to look good that you failed to hide or notice the flaws in your swordsmanship and movement skills.

Your weaknesses were vivid to me; that's why I knew the trajectory of your attacks and where your strikes were going to land. If it weren't for that, I wouldn't have won so easily."

Xie Yang's voice was gentle, containing not a hint of disdain. He wasn't taunting her but generously advising her to improve her swordsmanship. Xie Yang surprised Deng Niu with his kindness.

She raised her eyes at him, "My lord, what are you getting at?"

Xie Yang looked into her eyes, and she felt as if he was staring straight at her soul, uncovering all her secrets and everything about her.

He said, "You look my age, but you're already at the peak of the first realm and have learned how to infuse sword intent with your weapon. You don't lack talent. You lack pride and self-esteem. You are holding yourself back from realizing your potential. If you stay like this, your sword intent will never get sharper, even if your cultivation skyrockets to the next realm.

But if you start being true to yourself and drop all sorts of pretense, you will advance to the sword manifestation realm in half a year. I hope you the best."

Xie Yang didn't want to burn all bridges with Deng Niu. She had the Sword Physique. She was born to master sword styles. She was a natural talent that could ascend as long as there was a good master to guide her to the correct path. Instead of becoming enemies, he believed pointing her towards the right way and giving her a taste of his wisdom was better.

Sooner or later, she would come begging to accept him as her master. When that happens, he will gain a capable underling!

'His words are harsh but true! He is helping me. But why? Maybe it is because my beauty has caught his eye! Ah! My beauty is a mind-numbing disaster!' Deng Niu thought, proving herself as narcissistic.

"I see. Thank you for pointing out my shortcomings." She cupped her hands towards him in respect before going away.

"Participants number 69, would you like to rest before continuing?" The referee asked Xie Yang.

To advance to the tournament's final round, a person had to win ten matches continuously within two days. One day had already passed, and it was the last day today. Xie Yang intended to win all ten today and gain the right to participate in the finals! He didn't only want to face smack some arrogant young master but also win the tournament!

Xie Yang shook his head and said, "No, I would like to continue. I am not the least bit exhausted."

In the next six matches, Xie Yang didn't face anyone impressive. All of them were at the peak of the first realm, yet he beat him with a single swing of his sword. As a result, the crowd started to call him the Annihilator Of Newbies On The Path Of Spiritual Cultivation. Of course, he didn't mind such an extravagant title.

On his 8th fight of the day, he came across a man who started the battle by cawing like a crow.

"My name is Cai Chonglin. I'm from the Tranquility Clan. I started cultivating to gain immortality when I was a year old. I reached the peak of the first realm and was able to control 500 units of spiritual energy when I was only 12 twelve years old. I am only 15 this year, but I reached level 15 just three days ago. Impressed, aren't you?

I know you are. I am so talented that people call me one level up a year!"

The spectators had never met someone as shameless and narcissistic as Cai Chonglin.

Xie Yang had met talkative guys like him at least a thousand times in his past life.

They all used the same lines to start their conversation.

When Xie Yang noticed that he was going to list out the details of his life, he used spiritual energy to block his ears and waited for his lips to stop moving before removing the earplugs.

Cai Chonglin stopped yapping, and Xie Yang started talking, "We don't have all day? Can you come straight to the point?"

Cai Chonglin realized that the other party wasn't interested in making talks with him.

Thus, he stopped beating around the bust, "I've learned how to compress 500 units of spiritual energy into a single orb. I want to show it to you. If you manage to survive it, I promise with my spiritual core on the line that I will readily accept my defeat and do three things for you. Do you dare to take my strongest attack head-on?"

Xie Yang internally rolled his eyes at the stupid kid.

"Where are your parents?"

Didn't they teach him that in a fight, no one gives their opponent the chance to unleash their most powerful attack?!

"They are back at the tranquility mountain range. Wait! Why are you asking that? Are you trying to change the topic? Could it be that the famous Annihilator is chickening out in the face of a fifteen-year-old? Oh–"

While Cai Chonglin was still yelling, Xie Yang flicked his fingers towards him. A spiritual bullet flew over and hit his head. The safety measure once again activated just when it came in contact with his skin and teleported him away. If it hadn't, it would've drilled a hole in his head!

The referee announced Xie Yang as the winner of this match. Cai Chonglin came to his senses and pointed at him disrespectfully.

"Y-You! How can you be so shameless! You cheater!"

"Yes, he is a cheater!"

"Referee, he broke the rules! Disqualify him!"

"Shut up, you dumbasses!

"Stop farting nonsense from your mouth!

"Do you have eyes or not?! Young master didn't cheat. He just caught his opponent off guard."

"Besides, If my opponent were a kid as annoying as that fatty, I would've cut his tongue as soon as he started yapping!"

Cai Chonglin's accusation set off a fire in the crowd. Those who were unsatisfied with Xie Yang started denouncing him. Those who were satisfied with Xie Yang spoke up for him and extinguished the fire immediately.

"I didn't cheat. You let me win." Xie Yang cupped his hand towards the unfortunate fellow who was sick in the brain and had the habit of talking endlessly.

"Ah! I will get you later!" Cai Chonglin stomped his foot on the ground and left.

Watching above the stage, Xie Yong pressed his lips into a thin line.

His son was really the devil.

One move was enough for him to defeat anyone in the first realm, and one finger flick was enough for him to defeat those in the second realm!

He was too Marvelous for a person his age, even if he had memories of his past life!

"I have won eight matches, two more to go."

Xie Yang was saying that like he hadn't defeated eight different spiritual cultivators but just accidentally stomped on some ants that were in his way!

"Next!" Xie Yang exclaimed while looking at the crowd, hoping for someone to come on stage and challenge him to a fight!

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