A great emperor master every day—the good-for-nothing young master is having a blast!

A young member of the Chen family, upon seeing the number four in his hand, excitedly danced with joy.

The boy's name was Chen Lin, and his strength was not among the top of the younger generation.

It is truly not easy to persist to this point with the cultivation level of the seventh stage of Body Tempering.

If you get a bye in this match, you will advance directly without having to fight.

Even if he is the first to be eliminated in the next round, he will still be the fourth place winner in this Chen Family Grand Competition.

Achieving this ranking is already an unexpected surprise.

The remaining six will compete in three more matches.

Given such a high probability, Chen Ming and Chen Yue's serial numbers are one and three, respectively.

If things continue this way, their first meeting could very well be the final match of this major competition.

Chen Ming raised the ball in his hand high, revealing the number one on it.

"I'm in the first round, who's the other number one?"

"It's...it's me," a burly young man said timidly.

The ball marked with the number one in my hand seemed a little too hot to handle; I wanted to throw it but didn't dare.

"Very good." Chen Ming shook his leg, ready to kick his opponent off the martial arts stage.

Before the referee could announce the start of the match, a voice rang out urgently.

"I abstain! I abstain!" the burly boy shouted hurriedly, then threw the ball back into the box.

Having done all this, the boy breathed a sigh of relief and quickly ran off the stage as if he had never been there.

Chen Ming snorted lightly, "At least you know what's good for you."

The others were still on stage, staring blankly at what had just happened.

That person's desertion at the last minute is understandable.

After all, he was facing Chen Ming, the eldest son of the Chen family, who had the cultivation of the Enlightenment Realm. Even if he fought to the death, he would still fail.

If you anger Chen Ming, you might face his revenge.

No matter what you do, there won't be any serious consequences.

The patriarch, Chen Zhaowu, will protect him from everything.

Therefore, if you draw Chen Ming, the best thing to do is to admit defeat on the spot. This way, you won't get beaten up, and you won't upset Young Master Chen.

Aside from the loss of face, there's nothing wrong with admitting defeat.

In the first match, Chen Jingyu, who refused to surrender, was defeated in one move, which still drew a lot of ridicule.

Chen Ming advanced to the next round before the competition even began, thanks to his opponent's forfeit.

The boy who announced his playing number also drew the number three ball.

After a complex internal struggle, thinking about the fates of Chen Xing and Chen Gang.

Ultimately, after weighing the pros and cons, he made the same decision as the boy from before.

"Referee, I'm number three, I... I also want to forfeit!"

Chen Yue looked at the person in astonishment. His opponent had also forfeited.

"It seems that the first two battles had a certain deterrent effect."

"Abstaining is fine too, it saves me the time of going on stage."

Two players forfeited and two advanced; two out of three matches ended with two separate sentences.

Only the two contestants from the second round remained on stage, while the rest left.

As the finals approached, Chen Ming was the first to deliver a harsh warning to Chen Yue.

"Next time, let's see how you dodge."

"I didn't even think of telling my cousin about the good news of my restored cultivation."

"It seems I need to teach my cousin Chen Yue a little lesson so he'll respect me as his older cousin."

Chen Yue scoffed and said sarcastically, "Where did this watchdog come from, barking in my ear?"

He deliberately ignored Chen Ming and looked around.

Finally, she fixed her gaze on Chen Ming and pretended to be startled.

"Who is it? It's my cousin Chen Ming."

"If I hadn't seen it was you, I would have thought it was someone's dog that wasn't leashed properly."

Chen Ming suppressed his anger and tried his best to appear calm.

"Chen Yue, my cousin, don't bother arguing with me. Let's settle this on stage."

"If Lin Sheng can cripple you the first time, I, as your cousin, can cripple you the second time."

Chen Ming smiled coldly, deliberately bringing up Lin Sheng's name to make him reminisce, his eyes constantly fixed on Chen Yue's facial expression.

I wanted to catch a glimpse of anger on his face.

Unfortunately, not only was there no anger, but there was no emotion at all.

Chen Yue remained expressionless and walked off the stage, during which his shoulder bumped into Chen Ming.

"What's the difference between a mere clown at the second level of Enlightenment and trash?"

"Chen Yue, you!"

"Don't worry, Brother Chen Ming. It's okay if he's a little disabled. As long as he can eat, drink, and relieve himself, that's good enough."

After saying this, Chen Yue left without looking back.

It's a waste of breath to talk to a dying person.

Chen Ming quickly adjusted his mindset, as the eldest son of the Chen family and the future head of the Chen family.

Don't let a few provocative words make you lose your composure.

The third round, the only match, begins immediately.

Both players were giving it their all; if they could win this round, they were guaranteed at least fourth or third place.

Each of them is an outstanding member of the younger generation of the Chen family to have reached this point.

Among the younger generation of the Chen family, there is no third person with the cultivation level of the early stage of the eighth level of Body Tempering.

They fought hundreds of times, each battle fierce and evenly matched.

This scene was strikingly similar to the one when Chen Kai fought Chen Gang.

Both were determined to win, yet neither could overcome the other.

They fought with all their might for an hour, and even when they were exhausted, they did not fall.

All eyes were on the stage, eagerly awaiting the final result.

"Have the opportunity!"

Seizing the opportunity, the boy used both palms to form a single hand chop, using the last bit of strength in his body to strike the enemy hard on the back of the head.

A strong feeling of dizziness struck, and my vision went black as I uncontrollably collapsed to the ground.

"Chen Xiangyang wins!"

Standing on the stage, panting heavily, the boy named Chen Xiangyang let out a long sigh of relief.

"It's finally over."

He collapsed to the ground, exhausted, as soon as he finished speaking.

Several servants went up to help the two down from the stage and put a Rejuvenation Pill into each of their mouths.

Injuries and physical strength are recovering at a visible rate.

Chen Xiangyang regained his strength and was full of energy.

So far in the competition, 22 out of 26 participants have been eliminated.

Only four people remain, and they are still qualified to stand on the stage.

Backstage, Chen Ming ordered the referee to change the rules.

This round will no longer involve drawing lots; instead, the players will designate their opponents.

Even for the last two rounds, Chen Ming didn't want to wait.

He couldn't wait to confront Chen Yue, turn him into a cripple again, and never give him a chance to turn things around.

After extracting the secret martial arts manual left by his third uncle, they wiped out Chen Yue's entire family without leaving a trace.

Upon receiving instructions from Chen Ming, the referee immediately consulted Chen Zhaowu.

After obtaining the head of the family's consent, the referee went on stage and announced the new rules.

"In the next round, the order of the matches will no longer be drawn; instead, the players will choose their opponents themselves!"

"Please invite the four contestants to the stage!"

Su Yi and Xiao Xuan cheered Chen Yue on, "Go, young master! You will win! Beat Chen Ming! Beat Chen Ming!"

In the Chen family, such words are considered highly disrespectful.

Su Yi and Xiao Xuan didn't care about that and shouted enthusiastically.

The moment Chen Yue heard the rules, he knew that he would inevitably face Chen Ming in this match.

Even if he doesn't actively choose Chen Ming, given Chen Ming's personality, he will choose him.

"Wait for my good news."

Chen Yue walked toward the martial arts arena, his heart pounding with each step he took.

The humiliation endured for several years will erupt at this moment.

The final showdown has finally begun.

"It's time to return the Primordial Sacred Body within my body."