Xiao Jian was repelled by a palm strike from Lin Chen, his face suddenly turning ugly.

On the China Newcomers Ranking, Xiao Jian had always occupied the top spot, only recently surpassed by Bai Ling.

The dignity of a strong person made Xiao Jian's expression so gloomy that it seemed like water was about to drip from it. With an icy gaze fixed on Lin Chen, he raised his hand, and the treasured sword in his grasp actually split into three.

Waves of Spiritual Power slowly began to emanate.

The treasured swords that had split into three looked as if they had come to life in the void.

"Remote control!"

Lin Chen narrowed his eyes, "This guy's special ability is actually remote control."

"Xiao Jian has finally used his special ability!"

Whispers in the audience seats grew quieter and quieter; everyone's eyes were wide open, watching the three floating swords in front of Xiao Jian.

Waves of Spiritual Energy dissipated, and around the three swords, countless small swords formed from Sword Intent appeared.

As Spiritual Energy continued to pour out, more and more of the small swords hovered in front of him.

In the audience seats surrounding the ring, everyone's expression became grave. Xiao Jian's attack had clearly drained all his Spiritual Power; it seemed he intended to have a decisive battle to the death with Lin Chen.

Lin Chen looked at the abruptly appearing small swords with a dismissive smile curling his lips, a thick fighting spirit shining in his eyes.

"Let me give you a taste of 'Thousand Swords Piercing the Heart,' go!"

Xiao Jian snorted coldly, the small swords floating before him shooting toward Lin Chen like raindrops.

Lin Chen extended a single palm, waves of Spiritual Energy surging from the center of his palm; the flame that was originally the size of a palm rapidly expanded, coalescing into a golden-purple fire shield.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Following a muffled sound, an array of small swords shot towards the flame.

The entire flame created under the severe assault began to crack.

Seeing the flame in Lin Chen's palm cracking, a ferocious smile appeared on Xiao Jian's face. With a stride forward, the three treasured swords tore through the air.

"Break for me!"

Boom!

Accompanied by a roaring sound, the light shield before Lin Chen suddenly shattered.

Countless Sword Qis and the three treasured swords instantly surged out, cutting Lin Chen's body to pieces.

Lin Chen's body was instantly torn into shreds by countless Sword Qis.

"Lin Chen!" Tang Bao'er closed her eyes, unable to bear the sight.

A series of exclamations erupted from the crowd.

Xiao Jian's lips curled into a cold smile, "How could you ants ever stand against us, the chosen ones of heaven?"

"You've celebrated too soon, kid." Suddenly, a cold voice came from behind Xiao Jian.

Lin Chen unexpectedly appeared behind Xiao Jian. With golden-purple flames erupting from both palms, he wrapped his entire hands in the blaze and forcefully slammed them down!

"Bang!"

With a muffled noise, Xiao Jian's body was blasted off the ring like a cannonball, crashing heavily to the ground.

Xiao Jian slowly stood up, then suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood essence, his aura instantly withering.

The audience was in complete silence.

"Xiao Jian actually lost!"

No one expected that Xiao Jian, the most qualified to challenge Bai Ling, would fall in the group stage, and that he would be defeated by a young boy who was new to the martial world.

On the main platform, a glint of light flashed through the eyes of the Sect Hierarch of the Void: "Lin Chen actually possesses a spatial attribute, this guy is simply a monster. However, the stronger you are, the happier I am, because one day everything you have will belong to me!"

With the end of Lin Chen's match, the other arenas were also nearing the end of their fights.

At arena 2, Tang Bao'er stared intently at Bai Ling.

He was covered in blood at this moment, yet he stood on the stage unyieldingly.

Tang Bao'er had made up his mind, ready to test Bai Ling's capabilities at any cost for Lin Chen.

Down by the ring, Lin Chen's expression darkened as he shouted at Tang Bao'er: "Bao'er, that's enough, surrender now."

With a mouthful of blood spat out, Tang Bao'er sadly gave a helpless smile: "Have I really reached my limit?"

"I surrender!" Tang Bao'er lifted her hand weakly.

"Want to surrender? Too late, die!" Before Tang Bao'er's voice fell, Bai Ling had already formed an ice sword in his hand and pierced it towards her like lightning.

Everyone was startled to see Bai Ling strike even after Tang Bao'er had given up, and a collective gasp went up from the crowd.

"Damn it!" Zhao Xiaohua's expression also turned ugly; she was too late to save Tang Bao'er.

As the ice sword grew closer, a bitter smile crossed Tang Bao'er's face: "Am I really going to die? I'm so stupid, I can't even handle a simple task for Brother Chen."

However, just as the ice sword was about to strike Tang Bao'er, a ripple suddenly spread through the air, and a figure burst out of the void.

And caught the ice sword aimed at Tang Bao'er with his bare hands.

"What, catching the blade with bare hands!" Seeing Lin Chen grab the ice sword with his hand, the entire audience fell silent at once.

Drops of fresh blood fell to the ground, and Tang Bao'er's face turned pale at the sight of Lin Chen's blood-soaked hand.

"Brother Chen, this is all my fault, don't worry about me, let go!" Tang Bao'er's eyes were already wet with tears.

Seeing Lin Chen catch his precious sword, a fierce light flashed in Bai Ling's eyes: "You're courting death, boy."

Just as he was about to attack Lin Chen, suddenly a referee commanded coldly: "The match is decided, everyone stop. Otherwise, your qualification for the competition will be revoked."

Hearing this angry shout, a reluctant look appeared in Bai Ling's eyes, and the ice sword in his hand disappeared instantly.

"How are you, Lin Chen!" Tang Bao'er rushed into Lin Chen's arms, looking at his bloody hands with distress.

"It's nothing! This little wound is nothing." Lin Chen smiled faintly, a flash of green light passing over, and his injured hands healed at an astonishing speed visible to the naked eye.

Lin Chen turned around, his gaze coldly fixed on Bai Ling: "Bao'er has already surrendered, yet you still attacked. Are you even a man?"

A vicious smile appeared on Bai Ling's face: "Lin Chen, the time has come to settle our scores. Once I become the Sect Leader, I will kill you and everyone around you. And as for Zhao Xiaowen, I'll turn her into a slave, at my mercy."

"You're trash, you don't deserve to be the leader of Kunlun, and you're even less worthy of being called the Alliance Hierarch. Our three-year grudge I will settle with you today," Lin Chen said coldly.

"Fine, I'll be waiting." Bai Ling laughed arrogantly and jumped off the ring.

The first round of the top thirty-two officially ended, and the leaders of eight groups had been determined, with Lin Chen and Zhao Xiaohua knocking out the top seeds and securing first place. Meanwhile, the seeded players from the other groups won with a clean record, and Zhang Yu and Xu Ye also advanced successfully. Although Tang Bao'er was seriously injured, she also managed to advance to the second place. With that, the first day's competition finally came to a close.

This day's matches can be described as thrilling, especially with the emergence of dark horses like Lin Chen and Zhao Xiaohua, breaking the usual pattern of seeded players winning all their group matches, adding more excitement to the tournament.

As the first day of competition ended, the defeated participants also packed their bags to leave. However, little did they know that the path they embarked on was a point of no return!