Crossing to Douqi Continent and walking sideways

The three-month deadline was approaching in a flash. On this day, the Lin Clan's martial arts arena became the focus of the entire clan. People from all directions poured in like a tide, surrounding the martial arts arena. The noise was one after another, and the voices of people talking and shouting intertwined, as if they were going to break through the clouds and completely overturn the sky.

People from all branches of the clan gathered here with different feelings. Some were full of expectation, hoping to see the wonderful battle; some were full of curiosity, wanting to see Xiao Muchen's style; others were nervous, worried that the result of the competition would affect the pattern of the clan. They were looking forward to it, because this competition not only determined Xiao Muchen's fate, but also his and Wan'er's future.

In the arena, Xiao Muchen stood tall and straight, like a javelin that had gone through wind and rain but still stood upright in the center. His spine was straight, as if he was carrying a heavy burden but did not flinch. His eyes were firm and bright, and the burning fighting spirit in them seemed to be able to burn all obstacles to ashes. The breeze blew gently, and his clothes fluttered gently, making a subtle sound, which made him look even more heroic and elegant.

He clenched his fists slightly, his knuckles turned white due to the force, and the blue veins on the back of his hands were like winding snakes, showing his inner tension and expectation. His body was tense, the muscle lines were clearly visible, and every inch of his skin was full of strength and explosive power, like a fully drawn bowstring, ready to release a fatal blow at any time. He was fully prepared to meet the challenge, and he had only one belief in his heart, that is, to defeat all opponents and prove his strength.

At this moment, Xiao Muchen's opponents also stepped onto the arena one after another.

The first person to appear was Lin Feng, a tall man. He was nearly ten feet tall, standing there like a giant, giving people a strong and almost suffocating sense of oppression. His body was as broad as a mountain, and every step seemed to make the earth tremble. His face was cold, as if it was carefully carved by the sharpest knife and axe, with hard and sharp lines without a trace of soft arc. His narrow eyes revealed a fierce look, as if the eyes were a ferocious beast that had been hungry for a long time and was bloodthirsty. As long as it found a flaw, it would pounce on it without hesitation and tear the opponent into pieces.

He was dressed in black tights, the material of the clothes was tough and elastic, as if it was made of the toughest dragon skin. The lines on the clothes flashed with a mysterious and strange light, which were runes with special powers, and each rune contained a powerful energy fluctuation. These runes were not just decorations, but also a symbol of his strength, and a deadly weapon in battle. With every step Lin Feng took, the stone slabs under his feet seemed to tremble slightly, making a dull sound, as if announcing his arrival to everyone. The strength of the Seven Star Fighting Saint in the early stage was fully revealed. His breath was like a surging wave, impacting the surrounding space one after another. The surrounding air seemed to become heavy and depressed because of his momentum, making people feel a little difficult to breathe, as if they were in the deep sea, under tremendous pressure.

Then, Lin Yao jumped onto the arena. Her figure was graceful, her waist was as slender as a willow, yet full of elasticity and strength. Every movement was full of a lively rhythm, as if she was dancing a beautiful dance. Her face was extremely beautiful, like a peach blossom in full bloom in spring, with a pair of deep dimples on her pink cheeks. When she smiled, she added a bit of charming charm, which made people unable to help but fall for her.

Her eyes were as clear and bright as autumn water, sparkling, but with a hint of subtle cunning and agility, making it difficult to fathom her thoughts. Her long black hair fluttered in the wind like a waterfall, gleaming with the luster of black gemstones, and each strand of hair seemed to have its own life. She was wearing a pink long dress with exquisite flower patterns embroidered on the hem. Each flower was lifelike, and the texture of the petals was clearly visible, as if swaying gently in the breeze, exuding bursts of fragrance. Lin Yao raised her chin slightly, her eyes full of confidence and pride, which was an absolute trust in her own strength. The strength of the peak of the six-star Dou Sheng should not be underestimated. Although her aura was not as strong as Lin Feng's, it was more agile and changeable. The whole person exuded a unique temperament of confidence and sharpness, like a rose with thorns, beautiful but full of danger.

Finally, Linley took heavy and powerful steps onto the stage. Each of his steps was like the roar of a war drum, shocking everyone's hearts. His body was sturdy and strong, with bulging muscles. Each muscle seemed to contain endless power. The bulging muscle lines were like the ups and downs of a mountain range, majestic and spectacular. His thick arms were like a thousand-year-old tree, solid and powerful, as if they could easily break steel.

His steps were steady and powerful, and every step he took made the arena tremble slightly, sending out a frightening vibration, as if the entire arena was trembling and surrendering under his feet. His face was broad, like a thick iron plate, engraved with traces of years and battles, and every wrinkle told an unknown story. Under a pair of thick eyebrows, his eyes flashed with a firm and blazing light, as if burning with an everlasting flame of war, which was the desire for battle and the persistence for victory.

Lin Lei was wearing a heavy armor made of rare metals, which shone with a cold light. The armor was inlaid with various dazzling gems and mysterious runes. Each gem emitted a powerful energy fluctuation, and each rune contained an ancient power. These gems and runes echoed each other, forming a powerful defense system that made him invincible in battle. The powerful aura of the mid-stage Seven-Star Fighting Saint emanated from him continuously, like a surging wave, which made people feel awe and dared not look directly at it, as if they would be swallowed up by the powerful aura as long as they took a look.

Just when everyone's attention was focused on the contestants in the competition, a very slight energy fluctuation came from afar. This fluctuation was extremely subtle, and if everyone present was not very powerful, it would be almost unnoticeable. There was a cry of surprise from the crowd, and everyone's eyes were drawn to it, only to see Lin Wan'er walking slowly from her retreat.

Her steps were light and graceful, and every step was like stepping on clouds, like a dream. Her figure was graceful, like a willow in the wind, swaying gracefully. Her appearance instantly attracted the attention of everyone present, as if time had stopped at this moment, and the whole world was left with only her beautiful figure. She walked lightly and gracefully, and every step was like stepping on clouds, like a fairy descending to the earth.

Her skin was as white as snow, flawless, and exuded a charming luster under the sunlight, as if covered by a layer of soft holy light, making people dare not look directly at her for fear of profaning this sacred beauty. Her eyebrows were as dark as distant black, and the slightly curved arc was just right, like two light willow leaves, adding a bit of graceful beauty to her face. Her eyes were as bright as stars, and her eyes were smart and intelligent, as if she could see through all the mysteries of the world.

Her red lips parted slightly, and she smiled. That smile was like a spring breeze, warm and intoxicating, as if it could instantly make all the flowers pale in comparison. She was wearing a long white dress, the hem of which fluttered in the wind, like a dancing butterfly, light and graceful. The dress was embroidered with faint cloud patterns, which were looming, as if they were floating clouds in the sky, adding a bit of her otherworldly elegance.

Lin Wan'er's aura was strong and steady, like an unfathomable ocean, giving people an elusive and mysterious feeling. What was even more surprising was that she faintly exuded the aura of strange fire, and the mysterious and powerful power fluctuations shocked and curious everyone present. The aura of this strange fire was sometimes hot like fire, and sometimes cold like ice, unpredictable and elusive. Everyone speculated about the origin and power of this strange fire, and their hearts were full of expectation and awe.

At this time, the atmosphere in the competition field became increasingly tense. Everyone held their breath, and their heartbeats seemed to be clearly audible. The entire space seemed to be shrouded by an invisible pressure, making people feel depressed and heavy. With the sound of a crisp gong, it was like a stone breaking the sky, breaking the suffocating silence. The sound echoed in the air for a long time, indicating that the competition was about to officially begin.

Xiao Muchen took a deep breath, and the fighting spirit in his body surged like a surging river. He could feel every drop of blood burning and every cell cheering. His eyes were as sharp as torches, firm and resolute, ready to face the upcoming fierce battles. In his eyes, there was no fear, no retreat, only the persistent pursuit of victory.