Peerless Empress: One Woman, One Sword, Slaying Through Myriad Realms

On the arena, Feng Ting looked at the woman in green who had suddenly appeared and asked cautiously, "Who are you?"

This woman doesn't look very old, but she has the same cultivation level as him, the third level of Xuanwu. She might also be a disciple of some sect.

Ye Wuxi clasped his hands in a fist salute and smiled, "Ye Wuxi of the Heavenly Sword Sect!"

Feng Ting's expression hardened. The Heavenly Sword Sect was far more powerful than the Flowing Wood Sect, but he would not easily admit defeat.

"Excuse me!" Feng Ting shouted softly, then drew his long sword and charged towards her.

Ye Wuxi shook his head and casually unleashed a Falling Flower Palm strike, sending Feng Ting flying.

For her, there was no suspense at all in a battle between people of the same level. After the battle, Ye Wuxi went straight back to the stands. In just a short while, she earned three hundred mid-grade spirit stones, which was really good!

"Sister Ye, you really have some impressive skills!" Jiang Xiaoyu said with a half-smile.

Ye Wuxi said calmly, "Miss Jiang is welcome to go up and give it a try as well!"

"When will Wuxi go to defend the arena?" Duan Hong asked with a light laugh, looking at the smiling woman beside him.

"I'll go to the next one. I came down to let you know. We need to discuss how many matches this is going to be held back," Ye Wuxi said with a smile.

"How arrogant! Just because you defeated a disciple from a sixth-rank sect doesn't mean you can claim to have won as many matches as you want!" Zhou Pei said disdainfully from the side.

Sending Feng Ting flying with a single move is something any disciple from a fifth-rank sect could do; there's nothing to be proud of.

"What's it to you if we're talking?" Ye Wuxi rolled her eyes. Apart from Jiang Xiaoyu, who was relatively polite, the other members of the Hehuan Sect acted like lunatics. Were they even that close?

"you……"

Ye Wuxi ignored him and simply said to Duan Hong, "To be on the safe side, let's bet on a hundred games!"

One hundred matches would mean fighting four levels higher, but among the Xuanwu seventh level opponents he would face later, there would inevitably be those who could fight beyond their level. After some thought, Ye Wuxi decided to take a conservative approach.

"Okay!" Duan Hong agreed without hesitation.

After discussing it, the two went directly to the betting platform. Ye Wuxi only kept two thousand spirit stones as a reserve, and bet all of his remaining eight thousand spirit stones!

Duan Hong left behind 5,000 spirit stones, and placed bets with the remaining 10,000 spirit stones without even thinking!

The stewards at the betting table couldn't help but widen their eyes. Had these two gone mad? The arena hadn't seen a hundred-win streak in a long time.

However, he didn't stop them. Although Ye Wuxi had just sent his opponent flying with a single move, in his eyes these two were still idiots, eagerly offering up spirit stones for their martial arts arena! He couldn't be happier to have more people like that!

After placing his bet, Ye Wuxi went straight onto the stage, blasted the person off, and then stood calmly on the stage, waiting for someone to challenge him!

"This woman just said she was a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect!"

"He sent his opponent flying with a single palm strike. He's quite strong; he should be able to win forty matches!"

"I think it's unlikely, but twenty games should be no problem!"

Many people in the stands were optimistic about Ye Wuxi, after all, he was a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect and should indeed have strength. After making their assessments, they all went to place their bets.

Duan Hong returned to the stands with a smile on his lips. He was absolutely certain that Wu Xi would win a hundred matches; he had always been very confident in Wu Xi's strength.

"Two lunatics! Dreaming of a hundred consecutive wins? What a pipe dream!" Several Hehuan Sect disciples sitting to the side sneered. They had all seen how many spirit stones these two had just bet.

"Xiaoyu, why don't you take the lead? We can bet some spirit stones and have some fun. Let those two from the Heavenly Sword Sect face reality. Forget about a hundred consecutive wins, if you were on the field, they wouldn't be able to win a single game." Zhou Pei smiled and flattered her a few times. The people of the Joyful Union Sect knew very well how terrifying their junior sister's strength was.

"Let's see!" Jiang Xiaoyu said, lowering her eyes. She was indeed very confident in her own strength, but she could tell that Duan Hong and Ye Wuxi were not arrogant people. Ye Wuxi might actually have some skills.

After waiting for a moment, Ye Wuxi on the arena finally met his first opponent.

"My name is Lu Shan. Little girl, don't think that just because you're a disciple of a sect, you can defeat us rogue cultivators..."

The person who came was not a young person, but a middle-aged man.

"Make your move!" Ye Wuxi didn't even lift his eyelids. This guy was quite arrogant. He probably frequented the martial arts arena, hoping to defeat some sect disciples to prove himself.

Lu Shan sneered and suddenly threw a punch. Ye Wuxi stayed in place, raised his hand and struck out with a Falling Flower Palm, blasting the man down.

With the first battle ending easily, Ye Wuxi began a winning streak.

Second match, victory!

Game 10, Victory!

……

Nineteenth match, victory!

In all nineteen battles, he sent his opponent flying with a single palm strike.

The Hehuan Sect disciples watching from below the stage looked rather grim. "Xiaoyu, aren't you going to make a move?" Zhou Pei asked anxiously. Seeing that Ye Wuxi was about to start a battle beyond his level, Xiaoyu would have no chance to participate.

Jiang Xiaoyu pondered for a moment, "I won't make a move. If she can make it to the sixtieth round, then you can go up and give it a try..."

Sending someone of the same level flying with a single palm strike isn't difficult, but she felt that Ye Wuxi wasn't that simple. Looking at the man beside her, whose expression remained calm throughout, she felt that if she went up, she would most likely capsize...

On the arena, Ye Wuxi faced her last opponent of the same level, a handsome young man.

"Yang Qingshan of the Lieyuan Sect, young lady, your winning streak can end here!"

The young man looked at Ye Wuxi and spoke with great confidence.

"It's Yang Qingshan, also a disciple of a fifth-rank sect. This is going to be interesting!"

"Moreover, he is a direct descendant of the Yang family, and his strength is quite impressive. Ye Wuxi should be defeated!"

The disciples on the stands couldn't help but exclaim in surprise. The Yang family was considered a prominent family in the capital city. Although Yang Qingshan was young and not very famous, he was not unknown.

"Is that so? Let's just make a move," Ye Wuxi chuckled. Why do these people always seem to love talking nonsense from the start?

Yang Qingshan looked at her indifferent expression and was somewhat displeased. He frowned and said, "Aren't you going to draw your sword?"

The Heavenly Sword Sect was the closest fifth-grade sect to the Purple Cloud Empire, but unfortunately he didn't cultivate swordsmanship and chose the more distant Lieyuan Sect instead.

"We don't need it for now!" Ye Wuxi said with a smile. There were still so many matches to fight, so naturally, he wanted to conserve his true energy as much as possible.

"How arrogant! I hope you'll still be this arrogant after you lose!"

Yang Qingshan snorted coldly, his true energy surged wildly, and a long spear appeared in his hand.

The spear moved with lightning speed, its sharp light piercing towards Ye Wuxi in an instant.

Ye Wuxi remained expressionless, using the Flowing Cloud Chasing Moon Step to dodge the spear's edge, and instantly arrived in front of Yang Qingshan, swiftly unleashing a Falling Flower Palm.

With a bang, the arrogant Yang Qingshan was blasted off the stage!