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Chapter 601 Let's see what makes this young friend Bai, who subdues the enemy without a fight,

Tie Feng was indeed unstoppable today. With his iron palms, fierce winds raged as he swung them. His opponents often could not withstand more than ten moves before their blood and qi surged from his internal force, causing them to fall off the stage in a sorry state. They were completely different from the people who had fought hard and barely won before.

Not only Tie Feng, but all the disciples of the Iron Palm Clan who fought today were incredibly brave and ruthless. It was as if they had all been reborn overnight, sweeping away their previous decline.

"This is weird... What kind of magic pill did the Iron Palm Clan take? Why are they all acting like they've been injected with chicken blood?"

Some people couldn't help but whisper among themselves, their eyes filled with doubt and apprehension.

"It doesn't look like a magic pill to me; it's more like... it's been contaminated with some evil substance!"

The other man lowered his voice, his tone tinged with fear.

"Look at their eyes, many of them have bloodshot eyes, something's not right!"

Following his gaze, everyone saw that although the Iron Palm Gang members were imposing, their eyes were filled with madness, as if they were being controlled by some kind of force.

Meanwhile, on the other side, on the arena of the Upper Three Sects, a completely different scene was unfolding.

Yuwen Yi clung to the edge of the ring and shouted loudly at Mo Sijin, who was retreating steadily on the stage.

"You sly fox! You better pull yourself together! Mo Yutian, that big coward, the kind of guy you always beat to a pulp, you can't lose to someone like him!"

Unfortunately, Mo Sijin on stage was not as relaxed as he claimed. Beads of sweat were already seeping from his forehead, and his steps were gradually becoming unsteady.

Despite his best efforts to resist Mo Yutian's offensive, he was always at a disadvantage. No matter how much Yuwen Yi shouted and cheered, the flaws in his moves became more and more apparent.

In the end, Mo Sijin was struck on the shoulder by Mo Yutian's palm, staggered back several steps, and could no longer maintain her balance, falling directly to the ground.

"In this match, Mo Yutian of Sword Casting Manor will win!"

When Ling You, acting as referee, saw that Mo Sijin was unable to stand up, he immediately waved his hand and declared her the loser.

"You flatter me, Sijin."

Mo Yutian stopped his stance, dusted off non-existent dust from his sleeves, raised his chin slightly, and displayed undisguised arrogance and smugness on his face.

"Your skills are still too immature and lack refinement. You'd better go back and practice more, or you'll embarrass our Sword Forging Manor."

Mo Sijin glanced at him, her eyes swirling with resentment and confusion, but in the end she remained silent, simply turning around and walking off the stage.

Mo Yutian then turned to Yuwen Yi, who was jumping up and down in the audience, and said provocatively.

"You brat, you were yelling so loudly just now? You better pray you don't run into me in the ring, otherwise, I'll beat you until you're crying for your parents and begging for mercy on your knees!"

Yuwen Yi was not one to suffer a loss, and immediately retorted with a curse.

"Pah? Come on then if you dare! If I can't beat you, I'll call my dad to beat you to death!"

The two exchanged insults across the arena, spittle flying everywhere, drawing the attention of many onlookers. On the viewing platform set up specifically for the leaders of the three upper sects, Yuwen Xiao pointed in Yuwen Yi's direction and cursed.

"If you still can't beat me, come find me. If you really can't beat me, I'll beat you to death first!"

“Dad, A-Yi was just saying that casually, he is now…”

Before Yuwen Ze could finish speaking, Yuwen Xiao turned around and glared at him fiercely.

"When the time comes, you won't be able to escape either; I'll beat you up too!"

"No, I didn't even participate in the competition, so what does this have to do with me!"

Hearing this, Yuwen Ze was both amused and exasperated, realizing that he was always the one who ended up getting hurt.

At this moment, Mo Qingyan frowned slightly, her gaze following Mo Sijin as she walked off the stage, then landing on the spirited Mo Yutian on the stage, her face filled with undisguised worry.

Fu Wenzhu, who was sitting next to her, noticed her unusual behavior and asked softly.

"Qingyan, what's wrong? Sijin has only suffered a temporary setback. Victory and defeat are common in war. There's no need to worry about it too much."

Mo Qingyan slowly shook his head, his voice solemn.

“Wenzhu, I know Sijin’s kung fu best. He has been diligent since childhood and has a solid foundation, while Yutian has never liked martial arts. Logically speaking, he should not have the strength to surpass Sijin!”

"Yeah, didn't Mo Yutian get a beating from Yuwen Cheng last time? My junior brother has always been unruly, mediocre, unambitious, and greedy..."

Yuwen Xiao was interrupted by Yuwen Ze before he could finish speaking.

"Dad, Dad, Uncle Cheng isn't as bad as you say. Sometimes he really tries his best!"

"He works hard, and he'll work hard in inexplicable ways..."

Yuwen Xiao scolded playfully, but those who knew about her relationship with Yuwen Cheng smiled knowingly.

"I understand what Master Yuwen means. If Yutian can't even beat your junior brother, then there's absolutely no way he can win against Sijin!"

Just as Mo Qingyan increasingly felt that Mo Yutian's progress was illogical, Master Yinian, sitting at the head of the table, chuckled and spoke up to smooth things over.

"There's really no need for you all to worry. Perhaps my nephew Mo has recently had some kind of stroke of luck and suddenly grasped a certain key point, which has led to a great improvement in his martial arts. The martial arts tournament is a place to witness the rapid progress and miracles of the younger generation, so it's not impossible for such a situation to occur!"

Just then, Fu Xiuyu chuckled and addressed the crowd.

"If you ask me, what's so surprising about Mo Yutian winning the competition? Our martial arts tournament has produced an even more legendary figure who can make his opponents flee at the mere sight of him without even lifting a finger!"

Upon hearing this, everyone looked at him with suspicion. Seeing that he had successfully attracted everyone's attention, Fu Xiuyu's smile deepened.

"There's a 'White Plague God' who's practically invincible right now. In the past few days of competition, his opponents either fell unconscious as soon as they charged in, or ran to the toilet clutching their butts before the fight even started! The most outrageous one is a guy called 'Iron-Headed Old Zhang,' who was knocked unconscious by a tortoise that fell from the sky and hit him on the ring!"

He was an excellent orator, describing things vividly, and finally, in a pretentious tone, he concluded.

"If you lose to someone else, it's just a matter of being less skilled and losing face. But if you compete with this 'White Plague God,' you'll definitely lose face, and your body might even suffer some inexplicable pain. The word has spread all over the place. It's better to admit defeat than to be chosen by Bai Dazhuang!"

"Bai Dazhuang?"

Mo Qingyan, Yuwen Xiao and the others were stunned when they heard this. It turned out that the White Plague God was actually Bai Yue.

"Such an interesting thing? I must go and see for myself!"

Yuwen Xiao actually knew that everyone was helping Bai Yue cheat, but the bizarre way of cheating, with a turtle falling from the sky, was something she hadn't expected.

"After hearing what Xiu Yu said, I also want to go and see for myself!"

Mo Qingyan's curiosity was also piqued, and her worries about Mo Yutian's rapid progress in martial arts were instantly alleviated.

"In that case, let's go and take a look. After all, the world is vast and full of wonders."

After Fu Wenzhu finished speaking, he looked at the young master, who stroked his beard and pondered for a moment, a hint of a smile flashing in his eyes.

“Senior brother is right. Let’s go and see what makes this young friend Bai, who can ‘subdue the enemy without fighting,’ so extraordinary.”