The "farce" on the judges' bench did not affect the competition on the "arena."
Soon, Yun Tianping's opponent slowly walked onto the "arena" under the "gaze of thousands."
"This guy has really bad luck!"
"Facing senior disciple Yun, he's destined to fail!"
"This is an inescapable death match!"
...
The crowd chattered, expressing sympathy for the "poor soul."
Drawing Yun Tianping as an opponent was truly terrible luck!
This was a "death match"!
Just like the "disciple surnamed Zhang" before, his strength was actually not bad. If he had performed well, he could have achieved a decent ranking.
As a result, the "disciple surnamed Zhang" had terrible luck and encountered Wang Xiaohu, who possessed the "Tiger Fiend Demonic Saber," in the first round.
The "disciple surnamed Zhang" was instantly defeated!
Rank? What rank? What rank does a "first-round exit" get? Anyone outside the top five hundred doesn't get a rank and only receives a "participation award"!
In this match, Yun Tianping's opponent was sure to have a "first-round exit." Apart from Wang Xiaohu, no one among the younger generation disciples of the entire "Yun Family Immortal Mansion" was Yun Tianping's match...
Poor thing, he'll only get a "participation award"!
When the crowd clearly saw the appearance of Yun Tianping's opponent, their sympathy vanished.
"The show-off Ye Qiye!"
It was this guy!
Heh, good, he deserves his bad luck!
Let Senior Disciple Yun Tianping teach him how to behave!
The crowd eagerly anticipated seeing Ye Qiye beaten to a pulp!
Ye Qiye himself had no awareness of this.
He felt exceptionally good about himself, with an air of arrogant indifference. Striding with an almost defiant gait, he slowly walked onto the arena, reciting poetry in a flamboyant manner.
"Rolling dragons and tigers clash, the world's changes all fade away. Laughing at the vast earth, who reigns supreme? Great waves wash away heroes, never to return today!"
With each word, Ye Qiye took a step forward, performing flamboyant hand gestures.
Even the "Golden Core Elder" responsible for maintaining order couldn't stand it and warned him with displeasure.
"Disciple, please compose yourself. This is a competition, not a fashion show!"
Ye Qiye completely ignored him, continuing as before.
By the time he finished his entire "performance art" and arrived opposite Yun Tianping, a full fifteen minutes had passed.
The crowd erupted in boos!
"Boo!"
"Show-off, get lost!"
"Freeloader, get lost!"
"Senior Disciple Yun Tianping, kill Ye Qiye!"
...
Ye Qiye let out a sinister and arrogant cold laugh.
"Foolish mortals, you will never understand the king's heart of a peerless genius. Life is always as lonely as snow!"
Yun Tianping frowned. He glanced at Ye Qiye.
This guy... is he crazy!
Ye Qiye glanced at Yun Tianping, and the corner of his mouth curved into another sinister and arrogant cold laugh.
"Yun Tianping, the senior disciple of the Yun Family Immortal Mansion's younger generation. To others, you may seem powerful. But in my eyes, you are no different from those mediocre talents. If I have to say it, you are just a slightly stronger mediocre talent!"
Yun Tianping's lips twitched.
Alright, confirmed, this guy is indeed crazy!
Yun Tianping, truly unwilling to waste his breath on such a "show-off," wanted to deal with this person quickly.
Yun Tianping nodded at the "Golden Core Elder" maintaining order.
"Elder, I am ready. We can begin!"
The "Golden Core Elder" looked at Ye Qiye opposite him and asked.
"Are you ready?"
Ye Qiye, as usual, shrugged with extreme arrogance.
"To deal with a mere mediocre talent, do I need to prepare? In my eyes, Ye Qiye, among the Yun Family Immortal Mansion's younger generation, only Wang Xiaohu is qualified to fight me!"
Arrogant!
Too arrogant!
Yun Tianping was not angry. He had seen many such "arrogant fellows" over the years. They lived in their own world, believing themselves to be "the best," ignorant and ridiculous in their arrogance. The only way to deal with them was to use the "iron fist of reality" to wake them up forcefully.
The competition officially began!
Even at this moment, Ye Qiye did not forget to "show off."
He crossed his arms and stood on the "arena," neither attacking nor defending.
Ye Qiye's sinister and arrogant voice rang out.
"Yun Tianping, considering you are the senior disciple of the Yun Family Immortal Mansion's younger generation, I will give you a chance. Go all out and unleash all your strongest and most potent divine abilities. I am waiting for you! Oh, and a friendly reminder, you must seize this opportunity. Once I start retaliating, you will have no more chances. You will be defeated by me instantly!"
Arrogant!
Disdainful of others!
The "Golden Core Elder" responsible for order truly couldn't bear it any longer. His face darkened, and he reprimanded him.
"Ye Qiye, this is a competition. Do not speak such irrelevant words!"
Ye Qiye shrugged, looking completely unconcerned!
Damn it!
What a show-off!
Seeing Ye Qiye's "show-off demeanor," the "Golden Core Elder" was filled with rage. He wished he could rush forward and tear Ye Qiye's handsome face apart with his own hands!
Yun Tianping himself was not angered.
Over the years, he had been assisting Yun Zhenting in managing the "Yun Family Immortal Mansion."
Living in comfort and maintaining one's health!
Yun Tianping was deeply shrewd and possessed a majestic demeanor. How could he be provoked by Ye Qiye's few words?
He maintained his "calm as still water" state of mind, his combat rhythm undisturbed.
Yun Tianping calmly took out a "metal sphere" about the size of a fist.
He tossed the "metal sphere" out and formed a series of profound hand seals with his hands.
The seals, infused with powerful true essence energy, landed on the "metal sphere."
Crack, crack, crack...
The "metal sphere" glowed with spiritual light and emitted the sound of metal grinding.
The "metal sphere" rapidly transformed and expanded outwards, its form swelling.
Soon, the "metal sphere" became a "metal puppet" one zhang tall.
The "metal puppet" was forged entirely from fine iron, gleaming cold and filled with the beauty of strength.
The "metal puppet" was covered in various complex and profound runes.
Through these "puppet runes," Yun Tianping could control it freely and unleash powerful combat prowess.
"Go!"
Yun Tianping's eyes were calm as he spoke softly.
Simultaneously, the hand seals in his hands changed, unleashing a fierce attack.
Bang!
The "metal puppet" slammed its feet onto the ground.
The "puppet runes" on its legs suddenly lit up, unleashing immense power.
Rumble!
The hard arena could not withstand this terrifying force and cracked into two small pits.
The "metal puppet" shot towards Yun Tianping opposite like an arrow loosed from its string.
Fast, fast, fast!
Its speed reached the extreme!
The crowd could barely see the "metal puppet's" form, only catching glimpses of a series of afterimages.