Chapter 122: Chapter 122 1 am not a Match for Yang Xiaotian

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Lin Yong and Chen Yuan’s brows furrowed.

Yang Xiaotian, however, responded with a smile that infuriated Chen Zihan to the point of gritting her teeth, “I cheated, do you have any evidence?”

Chen Zihan, looking at Yang Xiaotian’s smile, said angrily, “Yang Xiaotian, don’t be so smug. Even if you passed the first round in the Demon Beast Land, don’t even think about getting through the second round.”

“You had better not encounter me in the second round, otherwise, I will certainly make you regret it!”

Seeing Chen Zihan so itchy with rage, Yang Xiaotian laughed and said, “Make me regret it? Then I might have to thank you.” After that, he left with the others.

Chen Zihan watched Yang Xiaotian’s departing figure, her anger difficult to subside.

Although many pharmacists in the Medicine Hall now adored Yang Xiaotian fanatically, she found it very difficult to feel any fondness for him. Every time she saw Yang Xiaotian and thought about his complacent attitude, she was filled with anger and wanted to teach Yang Xiaotian a lesson, to curb his “smug” arrogance.

At that moment, Cheng Long came to Chen Zihan’s side and said, “Don’t worry. In the second round, he won’t even last through the first match.”

The second round was a set stage bout.

This was a true test of strength.

This time, the weakest among those participating in the academy competition were at the seventh level of the Innate realm. So, in Cheng Long’s view, Yang Xiaotian would most certainly not make it through the first match.

Thinking that Yang Xiaotian would not be able to make it through the first match shortly, Chen Zihan’s expression finally improved.

Moments later, the spatial passageway closed.

Lin Yong looked at the now-closed spatial passageway and sighed deeply. He had already learned from other students about the death of his disciple Hu Xing in the Demon Beast Land.

Recalling the ups and downs of the years, Lin Yong couldn’t help but feel downcast.

Once the spatial passageway was closed, the Grand Eunuch announced the situation of the first round.

Of the more than 140,000 disciples that entered the Demon Beast Land, only over 120,000 came out.

However, only a little over 50,000 of them had hunted enough demon beasts to meet the requirement within ten days.

After the Grand Eunuch announced the results, he scanned the crowd and said,

“Now, we will begin the second round.”

“The second round will consist of arena contests.”

He then briefly explained the rules of the arena contests.

“Alright, now everyone will draw lots for the first match.” Following the Grand Eunuch’s words, everyone began to draw lots.

Yang Xiaotian drew number two.

The other person who drew number two was Yunhui Academy’s Deng Yichun.

As the Hall Master of the Sword Hall in Divine Sword Academy, with a twin-level eleven Martial Soul and being the first-place winner in the Pharmacist competition, Yang Xiaotian naturally attracted a lot of attention. Seeing that Yang Xiaotian’s first match was going to be against Yunhui Academy’s Deng Yichun, the crowd could not help but be astounded.

Chen Zihan, Cheng Long, and the others were quietly delighted to see Yang Xiaotian would face Deng Yichun in his first match.

“Who would’ve thought Yang Xiaotian’s luck wouldn’t be so great, facing Deng Yichun right in the first match!” Cheng Beibei also laughed and said, “It looks like he’s in for a good show shortly.”

The relationship between Yunhui Academy and Divine Sword Academy was always hostile.

Many who knew Deng Yichun were aware that he had an unfavorable view of Yang Xiaotian.

While Chen Zihan was secretly delighted, she also felt somewhat regretful.

She had hoped that she would be the one to fight against Yang Xiaotian.

Yang Chao, Lin Yong, and others showed a bitter smile upon seeing that Yang Xiaotian’s first match would be against Deng Yichun.

“Hall Master Yang, Deng Yichun has cultivated the Vacant Sky Seven-Star Fist Divine Skill to the pinnacle of minor achievement. You must be very careful,” Lin Yong opened his mouth and said to Yang Xiaotian.

“Xiaotian, don’t overextend yourself,” Huang Ying also expressed concern.

Upon hearing this, Yang Xiaotian laughed and said, “Okay, I got it.”

And Deng Yichun, who drew number two for the arena, was so frightened upon seeing his first opponent would be Yang Xiaotian that his hands trembled, nearly dropping the draw slip to the ground.

In recent days, Yang Xiaotian had become the terrifying nightmare haunting him and the Son of Thunder, among others.

Recalling Yang Xiaotian’s terrifying little pink fists, Deng Yichun couldn’t help but feel his mouth go dry and his tongue parch.

At this moment, Yang Xiaotian’s complexion was unchanged as he walked toward the second ring.

Deng Yichun took a deep breath to calm his nerves and, with grim determination, stepped toward the second ring.

The Son of Thunder, Cheng Sheng, Chen Hailin, Cheng Wu, and others looked at Deng Yichun heading for the second ring with faces full of pity—the poor kid, to draw anyone but Yang Xiaotian.

Under everyone’s gaze, Yang Xiaotian and Deng Yichun arrived at the second ring.

Standing there, Deng Yichun dared not look at Yang Xiaotian, his head lowered, never before had he felt such torment.

Now, all he hoped for was for the competition to start quickly and end quickly.

“The match begins!” Finally, the Grand Eunuch’s voice rang out.

Upon hearing the start of the match, Deng Yichun took steps toward Yang Xiaotian.

As soon as the match began, the crowd saw Deng Yichun walk toward Yang

Xiaotian and thought he was about to make a move, but then they saw Deng Yichun bow before Yang Xiaotian and say, “Deng Yichun acknowledges that he is no match for Hall Master Yang and concedes.”

“I hope Hall Master Yang will graciously accept.”

Deng Yichun’s words stunned everyone present.

“Deng Yichun is conceding?” Chen Zihan murmured in disbelief, her beautiful eyes full of shock.

Not only was he conceding, but he was also imploring Yang Xiaotian’s gracious acceptance?

What was going on?

Everyone was baffled.

Even Cai Hao, the head of Yunhui Academy, and Cheng Kai, the King of Divine

Sea, were astonished.

Almost everyone couldn’t understand Deng Yichun’s behavior.

As the top disciple of Yunhui Academy, Deng Yichun’s strength was beyond doubt, and he was definitely a contender for the top five in this academy competition.

Yet, he conceded to Yang Xiaotian!

Yang Xiaotian looked at Deng Yichun, who had conceded, and nodded. Deng Yichun, who had been extremely nervous, felt as if he’d been pardoned upon seeing Yang Xiaotian nod; he relaxed all over, bowed in thanks to Yang Xiaotian, and then prepared to leave the ring.

At this point, Chen Zihan suddenly spoke out angrily, “Yang Xiaotian, tell us, did you bribe Deng Yichun? How many portions of premium Foundation

Building Spiritual Liquid did you give to Deng Yichun!”

“That’s right, Yang Xiaotian, how many portions of premium Foundation Building Spiritual Liquid did you give to Deng Yichun?” Cheng Long also pointed angrily at Yang Xiaotian, then turned to Cheng Kai and said, “Father, Yang Xiaotian must have bribed Deng Yichun, he—”

Unexpectedly, Deng Yichun shook his head and said, “Hall Master Yang did not give me any premium Foundation Building Spiritual Liquid, and indeed, I am no match for Hall Master Yang.”

Cheng Long responded as if he had heard the joke of the century, “You, a Martial King at the fourth level, are no match for Yang Xiaotian?”

Cheng Kai, however, interrupted, “Enough, Cheng Long. Deng Yichun conceded voluntarily, step back.”

At his words, Cheng Long was indignant but ultimately did not dare to defy Cheng Kai’s wishes and retreated in anger.

Deng Yichun returned to the side of his fellow Yunhui Academy members,

Cai Hao stared intently at Deng Yichun, his face extremely grim as he asked, ‘What’s going on?”

He really wanted to know what was going on.

Before the competition, Deng Yichun had vowed to take first place and be granted the title of Baron, but now he had directly conceded, and specifically to

Yang Xiaotian.

He couldn’t understand.

Nevertheless, Deng Yichun still answered, “I am not a match for Yang

Xiaotian. ”

Cai Hao was so angry he felt like slapping Deng Yichun.

He, like Cheng Long and Chen Zihan and others, simply didn’t believe that Deng Yichun, at the fourth level of Martial King, was no match for Yang

Xiaotian.