According to the rules of the Martial Arts Tournament, all participants must abide by them, regardless of their status or identity in the outside world. Once here, all external laws become irrelevant. The tournament is a contest of pure ability. Life and death on the stage are determined by one's own skills and fate.

Furthermore, anyone not directly involved, including members of the major families, must sign a non-disclosure agreement to enter. This means any incidents that occur here today must not be revealed. To do so would be to break the rules and offend the entire martial arts world. Knowing this, all the scions from prominent families immediately turned off their communication devices. No one would even think of recording the proceedings; everyone sat obediently in their seats. Many of the wealthy scions who were on good terms gathered together, chatting amongst themselves.

Just as the tournament was about to begin, a military-green jeep slowly drove in from outside. Two exceptionally tall figures stepped out. They completely ignored the Alliance disciples trying to block their path and walked straight forward.

"How dare you drive a car in here! Don't you know that not even the great families would dare to do such a thing? You must have eaten a leopard's gall to be so audacious!"

"Are you looking for death?"

Several arrogant-looking Alliance disciples responsible for maintaining order quickly ran over and surrounded the two men. They could clearly sense that these two hadn't come to participate in the tournament, but rather to cause trouble.

"Scram!" Zhao Feng roared from the front, making no effort to conceal his disdain.

An invisible wave of pressure instantly radiated from him. The disciples couldn't even stand their ground and collapsed, their faces filled with utter shock. Even the spectators and the various powerful figures in the stands couldn't help but look over, their expressions a mask of astonishment.

"Damn you, little bastard. I can't believe you actually have the guts to show your face here!" a cold voice suddenly cut through the crowd.

From the area where many of the major figures were gathered, a middle-aged man with a cold expression and a terrifying scar on his face sneered mockingly.

Chen Zheng slowly turned his head, his gaze meeting Ma Weiyuan's. He slowly clenched his fists, his murderous intent flaring without disguise.

"God of War, should I go grab that scoundrel now?" Zhao Feng, who had also noticed Ma Weiyuan, asked in a low voice. That man had used the 'Golden Cicada Sheds Its Shell' technique to deceive even the God of War. It was a tremendous humiliation. If not for the lack of a direct order, Zhao Feng would have dealt with him on the spot.

Chen Zheng waved his hand dismissively and laughed with scorn. "His only backing is Liu Changyun. Once that old fool is dead, dealing with him will be child's play!"

Ma Weiyuan was naturally terrified of Chen Zheng's power, so he kept his distance, not daring to get any closer. He was counting on Liu Changyun to eliminate this man for good. However, there were always those who got carried away by their own arrogance, like Xu Tianlong, Fan Xukun, and Zheng Qingyun.

Upon seeing Chen Zheng arrive, the three of them immediately ran over, their faces twisted into cold sneers.

"Chen Zheng, Chen Zheng... you actually have the nerve to attend the Martial Arts Tournament. You truly have a death wish. It seems we really underestimated you!" Xu Tianlong leered at him.

I had planned to ask Master for help to make Chen Zheng disappear completely after this was over. Who would have thought... he'd actually show up on his own? He's practically begging to die!

"Why are there only two of you? Didn't you have a team? Why didn't you bring them along?" Zheng Qingyun taunted.

"So what if he brought people today?" Fan Xukun chimed in with a cold laugh. "When our Master arrives, we'll show him what true strength is!"

"We'll let this damned bastard learn that no matter how strong he thinks he is, he's nothing but a pathetic insect before our Master!"

At the sight of Chen Zheng, the three who had been turned into eunuchs seemed to have regained their former confidence, their arrogance on full display. It was as if they believed they could now toy with Chen Zheng at will, confident they could defeat him whenever they pleased.

"I finally understand why you three are always chattering away, spouting endless nonsense," Chen Zheng said, shaking his head mockingly. "Only women carry on like that, to say nothing of those who are neither man nor woman! Oh, that's right... that's exactly what you are, isn't it?"

Hearing this, the trio instantly exploded.

"You have the guts to say that again?"

"Do you really think I can't have the Alliance's men come over and kill you right now?"

Being described as 'neither man nor woman' struck their most sensitive nerve. Ever since the incident, they had become incredibly fragile. Even if someone glanced at them for a moment too long, their minds would run wild, assuming they were being ridiculed. They simply couldn't bear it. Chen Zheng's words had just driven them into a frenzy.

"Seize him immediately! I'm going to have him torn to pieces right now!" Fan Xukun howled madly.

"I'm going to castrate this bastard on the spot! Don't just stand there, go and grab him now!" Xu Tianlong shrieked, his body trembling as he yelled at the men behind him.

They were now Liu Changyun's Inner Sect Disciples, so the nearby Alliance members couldn't just stand by. At their command, they all rushed forward.

"Insolent!" Zhao Feng took a cold step forward.

These were just ordinary disciples of the Alliance. Zhao Feng's imposing aura alone was enough to make them pay the price. Feeling that terrifying presence, the disciples retreated uncontrollably without a moment's hesitation.

Zhao Feng easily reached Xu Tianlong and his companions. He raised his hand and delivered an incredibly loud slap to each of their faces, sending them sprawling to the ground.

"Chen Zheng..." Xu Tianlong struggled madly, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth. "Don't you get arrogant! When my Master arrives, he'll make you understand what true pain is!" His face was twisted in a furious grimace.

Fan Xukun and Zheng Qingyun had their teeth knocked out and couldn't even speak.

"Calling you neither men nor women wasn't wrong at all. All you can do is spout this useless nonsense!" Zhao Feng shook his head, his face full of scorn.

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