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On the stage, Lin Ze Tian happily accepted the applause and applause of the crowd. He cupped his hands towards the audience and then returned to the outside of the stage under the cheers of the crowd.

Lin Ze Tian's temperament was originally very good. Under the gaze of tens of thousands of people, he did not panic at all. Instead, he was very calm.

In this place where geniuses gathered, he struck the battle drum, and his voice shook the entire area. The youth's blood was boiling; there was nothing more exciting than this.

After Lin Ze's Arena, many juniors once again appeared. Perhaps it was because the pressure that Lin Ze Tian had given them before was too great, but most of them didn't perform well.

It wasn't until close to noon that two people turned the pattern of the battle drums black.

One of them was Song Shuliang of the Song Clan, and the other was Ye Xuan of the Ye Clan.

At this point, besides Liu Songming, who was a little bit behind, Lin Ze Tian, Song Shuang and Ye Xuan had become the three people with the best results so far!

However, everyone knew that this best result would very likely be broken soon because the next martial artist to participate would be the last of the younger generation in the Ye Family. She was: Ye Xi!

"Next, Ye Clan, Ye Xi."

Mu Lang faintly smiled at Ye Xi as he extended his hand, making a "please" gesture. After which, Ye Xi gracefully stepped forward and arrived in front of the battle drum amidst the frantic cheers and screams of the crowd.

Everyone's eyes were fully focused on the beautiful figure under the noon sunlight, waiting for her to make her move.

Many people had already raised their hands into the air. As long as Ye Xi hit the drum, they would immediately burst into the most enthusiastic applause!

Ye Xi chuckled and without gathering her strength, she rushed towards the battle drum like a cool breeze. The next moment, she lifted up her hand and calmly struck the battle drum with her fair and square palm.

Although his movements appeared to be extremely slow, they contained the astonishing strength of Ye Xi. His palm landed, and with a "dong" sound, a violent wind mixed with tremors instantly swept out in all directions, colliding with the body of the audience before dispersing.

As for the lines at the edge of the war drum, it rapidly changed from white to red and then to deep purple. In just half a breath of time, it had turned black!

"What!"

Everyone was shocked. Although they had already expected that Ye Xi would be extremely powerful when she attacked, they had still underestimated her strength.

It was clearly a palm without much energy, yet it had so easily produced black veined patterns. This also meant that Ye Xi's casual palm strike was stronger than the previous three young geniuses with the best results!

Originally, the three of them thought that they could prove their strength in front of Ye Xi, but it wasn't until Ye Xi made a move that they understood.

"Hur hur."

At the front of the audience seating area, Ye Lingyun was smiling as he stroked his beard. He was very satisfied with Ye Xi's performance.

The other five officials beside him were also praising him. Although they did not really want to, Ye Lingyun's status was completely different. He was not only the president of the Ministry of Justice, but he was also about to become the king's own family.

On the field, Ye Xi faintly smiled as she felt the enthusiastic cheers of the audience and heard the young juniors loudly shouting their names.

That's right, this world was like a pyramid. Many people could only climb to the middle level in their entire lives, but she effortlessly stood at the top of the pyramid. In this life, she was destined to be a rich and powerful one, until the end of her life.

With a slight turn of her body and a graceful step, Ye Xi calmly returned to the outside of the stage under the watchful eyes of the crowd.

All of this was witnessed by Ming Yu. His eyes were calm, but in the depths of his eyes, there was a faint sense of restlessness.

Ming Yu didn't know that at this moment, someone was sizing him up.

"Look at him, is he really that person?"

In the audience seating, Ji Hong Ling, who was within the vicinity of the Underground King City, spoke to Deacon Song beside her with a serious expression.

From the moment Ming Yu appeared, Ji Hongling had noticed Ming Yu. However, she wasn't completely sure. Even if she didn't believe him, she knew that Ming Yu was most likely the person who defeated Zhao Hanfeng that day!

Enforcer Song wiped away the cold sweat on his forehead and said, "City Lord, no matter if it's appearance or name, it's all right …"

Ji Hongling had told him to give Mingyu the cannonball, but he could not find Mingyu in the capital. He then sent people to Yunshui City, but he did not find any trace of Mingyu. Who would have thought that Mingyu was actually a prince of the Great Ming Dynasty!

Deacon Song couldn't help but feel glad that he didn't find Ming Yu. Otherwise, if he had offended Ming Yu, then who knew how painful of a price he would have to pay!

Ji Hongling also did not expect this. She gently frowned and said, "What color do you think he can change the battle drum to?"

Enforcer Song replied respectfully, "Two months ago, this person defeated Zhao Hanjian at the peak of the sixth level of the Transcending Mortality Stage. But I think that he must have had more gains in the past two months, probably reaching the seventh level of the Transcending Mortality Stage and possessing the strength of more than a thousand lions. He might even turn the battle drum purple!"

"Yes."

What Enforcer Song said was the same as what Ji Hongling said when she thought about it. She continued, "You don't need to worry about his matters. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir!" Deacon Song nodded his head. According to the City Lord's meaning, she was actually preparing to personally take action. This was good too. It would be beneficial for her to be able to maintain even the slightest bit of relationship with the Great Ming Dynasty's prince.

As time passed, it quickly became afternoon.

There were no clouds in the sky, and the sun was shining brightly. The golden sunlight shining on the greyish white floor was somewhat dazzling. The air was mixed with a slightly moist warmth. When the wind blew past, it caused one's mood to become even more impetuous.

"BOOM!"

With a muffled sound, the sixteenth prince, Ming Shan, also struck his drum, the lines on his drum turning faintly black.

The ten thousand spectators applauded. Although Mingshan's result was still not as good as Ye Xi's, he could definitely make it into the top eighty.

When Ming Shan returned to the field, Mu Lang's voice sounded again, "Next, the 17th prince of the Great Ming Dynasty, Ming Yu."

When Ming Shan heard these words, he couldn't help but turn to look at Ming Yu. As for the other princes and princesses, they also turned to look at Ming Yu.

After thinking for a while, Ming Shan still patted Ming Yu's shoulder and said with a frown, "You can do it, alright?"

Although Ming Shan knew that his younger brother was a martial arts mediocre who was only a few months younger than him and would never be able to compare with them, Ming Yu was still a prince after all. He could also be considered a representative of a small part of the empire's face.

That was the reason why Mingshan had told Mingyu this. Rather than calling it cheering, it was more like a warning to Mingyu.

The underlying meaning of his words was: use all your strength in a moment, don't embarrass my royal family!

Everyone could hear the meaning in Ming Shan's words. The princesses who had previously avoided Ming Yu's gaze all had worried expressions as they looked at Ming Yu.

Although no one said anything, the gazes directed at Ming Yu were the most sarcastic!

"Remember what you said, cheer me on." Mingyu brushed against Mingshan's shoulder and directly bumped into him.

"You …"

Ming Shan's face instantly fell. He was about to find Ming Yu for a debate, but Ming Yu had already walked into the field.

Due to Ming Shan's instructions, Ming Yu's arrival speed was slightly slower. Mu Lang couldn't help but frown, but he still patiently said, "Prince Seventeenth, please compete quickly. There are still competitors waiting at the back."

"Hahahaha …"

These words instantly caused the ten thousand spectators to roar with laughter. It was obvious that they were disdainful of Ming Yu's cowardly procrastination.

Everyone had naturally heard of the Great Ming Dynasty having a good-for-nothing prince. It was only today that they found out that the good-for-nothing prince was called Ming Yu.

Not to mention causing even the tiniest change in the color of the battle drum lines, even if the battle drum was struck, it would still be difficult for Ming Yu to accomplish it!

Everyone looked at Ming Yu's figure and could not help but sneer. His arrival was just asking to be humiliated, that's all.

On the side of the high platform, Yang Xuerong couldn't help but pucker her lips. As Mingyu's mother, she naturally didn't want to hear other people's ridicule, but in her heart, she was sincerely happy, because Mingyu had finally bravely taken the first step, she was an indomitable man!

When Ming Yu felt the tens of thousands of gazes fixated on her, the burning passion deep in her eyes grew in intensity, and her heart was also slowly ignited.

Ming Yu had never experienced such a scene before, be it in his previous life or this life. Only when he truly stood in the center of this world could he feel the boundless passion and blood in his heart!

The blazing sun was like a flame, but it couldn't compare to the burning temperature of the flames in his heart!

With a "peng" sound, Ming Yu's right leg suddenly exploded on the ground, covering a distance of almost ten meters in an instant.

The battle drum grew larger and larger in front of his eyes, until it was almost upon him. Mingyu's left leg took a step forward, the blood in her body boiling, the muscles in her body tensing up.

"Boom!"

The war drums violently shook and the violent shockwaves swept in all directions like a hurricane. The sound waves caused the audience's clothes to flutter and the thunder-like strike directly exploded on the huge training field!

As for the white veined patterns at the sides of the war drum, they moved in a crazy rhythm, rapidly changing from white to red and then to deep purple. In almost an instant, it turned into a deep black!

"Hua!"

The 30,000 audience burst into an uproar like muffled thunder. The entire audience was shocked!