Chapter 537: The Eight Great Families

“I thought the person rumored in the martial world to have rescued the masters of the six major sects must be someone extraordinary. Who would have thought he’s still a child? Clearly, some families—those spreading rumors—are hired by your Murong family, right?”
“Brother Xicheng, how can you say such things in front of Miss Murong?”
“That’s right. I believe even if such a thing exists, Miss Murong surely isn’t aware of it, is she, Miss Murong?” The group of elite disciples dressed in fine clothes mocked each other harshly.
Kai Xin frowned secretly.
Miss Murong had warned him beforehand that the eight great families harbored hostility toward the Murong family and might take action at the martial arts tournament. He hadn’t expected that before he could even gain a firm footing, various provocations would already begin.
Ding!
As the system prompt sounded, Kai Xin frowned:
“Faced with the provocations from the descendants of the eight great families, Miss Murong can’t stand by idly. Are you willing to volunteer to fight on her behalf, confront the masters of those families, and restore honor to the Murong family?”
Seeing Miss Murong remain indifferent, as if ignoring everything, Kai Xin didn’t speak right away…
He still hadn’t fully understood the rules of the Dragon and Tiger Arena. Rushing in recklessly wasn’t in his style.
Sure enough!
Miss Murong used telepathy to continue explaining the rules: “Kai Xin, don’t be influenced by their provocation. Those talking are just lowly members of the eight great families. The truly capable ones are just three… the three who haven’t spoken yet.”
Hearing this, Kai Xin stiffened.
Instinctively, he glanced over—three silent young people came into view.
Two men and one woman!
The woman wore a snow-white dress, exuding a cold, icy aura. Her eyes stared fixedly at the stage, radiating a chilling presence, like a fairy descended from the heavens, on par with Miss Murong.
The two men—one was elegant and proud, heroic and aloof; the other was tall and robust, calm and sharp-witted. Clearly, neither was easy to deal with; they must both be at the Wuwei realm.
“Good thing I didn’t rush in recklessly,” Kai Xin thought to himself.
“That three have strength comparable to mine. The woman’s name is Nangong Ruoshui; she practices the Nangong ‘Jiuxuan Gong’. As for the men, one is named Dongfang Xiong, who practices the Rising Sun Sword Technique; the other is Bei Lie, who inherits divine weapons. He’s naturally extremely strong, with superior internal energy. He can block divine weapons with his fists and is the strongest among the three.”

Miss Murong explained while saying, “Among the eight great families, only they are prodigies among today’s young people. As long as you can defeat any one of them, they won’t dare slander and insult my Murong family without reason, nor will they doubt your strength anymore.”
“…” Kai Xin nodded silently to show he had remembered.
Miss Murong continued, “There’s a rule for the Dragon and Tiger Arena: when you step onto the stage to challenge, you’re not allowed to use any drugs. You can restore your strength after each battle, but unless you’re defeated, you must fight three consecutive matches on the stage.”
She paused and couldn’t help but take another look at Kai Xin:
“If you go up there, those three people will definitely attack, so it’s best you be mentally prepared.”
Ding!
System prompt:
“Dragon and Tiger Arena scoring system!”
“One point for each victory! You can leave the arena temporarily and return to the viewing area after three consecutive battles to continue challenging at any time! Once defeated, your current number of victories will be recorded, and you’ll lose the right to stay and challenge further in the Dragon and Tiger Arena.”
“The number of victories corresponds to points. At the end of the martial arts tournament, the participants are ranked from highest to lowest score. The first place winner gets a divine weapon, the second place winner gets the ‘Life and Death Dream Pill,’ the third place winner gets one ‘Leopard Essence Pill’ and any martial arts secret manual related to the Life and Death realm. The rest of the top contenders in the Dragon and Tiger Arena get one bottle of ‘Minor Restoration Pill.’”
I see.
Kai Xin’s expression relaxed:
I’ve pretty much figured out the rules of the Dragon and Tiger Arena!
Just then, a noise from over there caught Kai Xin’s attention. When he heard the name “Guo Jing,” his eyes suddenly lit up, and his brows raised involuntarily as he looked toward the stage.
A burly middle-aged man, moving with the stride of a dragon and tiger, stepped onto the fighting arena where Zhang Wuji was—Zhang Wuji, the leader of the Ming Sect, still intimidated many martial arts masters in the crowd.
“Xiangyang City, Guo Jing!”
As he stepped onto the arena, Guo Jing bowed with clasped fists. Without any extra movements, an overwhelming aura immediately emanated from him, pressing down on Zhang Wuji across from him.
Step!
He took his first step…
As Guo Jing stepped forward, the wind noise in the entire arena vanished instantly, as if all the space around him had frozen, concentrating entirely on him.
Everyone held their breath, watching Zhang Wuji’s reaction.
In the crowd, only two people stared intently, their eyes fixed unblinkingly on the faint dragon-shaped airflow that appeared behind Guo Jing.
It was different from the dragon-shaped airflow created by Kai Xin.

To create a complete dragon form, Happy must go beyond the tenth move, relying on his growing momentum and the profound secrets of the “Eighteen Palms to Subdue the Dragon” to display such power in that move…
Guo Jing made just a simple step, yet it unleashed an unparalleled force! The difference between the two was evident at a glance!
“It seems that the level of internal energy is indeed very important.”
Happy smiled bitterly.
He was nearly at the eleventh level of the “Eighteen Palms to Subdue the Dragon,” but to reach Guo Jing’s level of overwhelming power, it was likely not something that could be achieved through trickery alone.
Suddenly…
Happy had a mischievous thought about Qiao Feng from “Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils.” Wondering who would be stronger if the two fought and exchanged blows with the “Eighteen Palms to Subdue the Dragon,” he dismissed the idea in an instant and turned his attention back to Guo Jing.
Step by step, Guo Jing’s momentum grew rapidly, and the dragon-shaped airflow behind him quickly formed a stunning image of an eight-clawed giant dragon—majestic and oppressive! For the first time, Zhang Wuji showed a deeply serious expression and had to use the Tai Chi skill to counter it:
“The Ming Sect, Zhang Wuji! I welcome the mastery of Hero Guo!”
The swirling airflow formed an intricate Tai Chi pattern around Zhang Wuji. With his eyes closed, the pressure from Guo Jing’s momentum was instantly reduced.
Happy saw the admiration on everyone’s faces but frowned slightly…
“What’s wrong?”
Miss Murong seemed to notice Happy’s unusual expression. “Have you gained any insights?”
“Not yet,” Happy shook his head.
If Zhang Wuji tried to use Tai Chi to counter the “Eighteen Palms to Subdue the Dragon,” it would likely end badly.
Although the fierce fighting style of the “Eighteen Palms to Subdue the Dragon” seemed to be suppressed by Tai Chi’s gentle techniques, Happy, who understood its profound secrets, knew well that once given room to develop, its power could become unimaginable. If Zhang Wuji kept avoiding attacks, it would only allow Guo Jing’s skills to break through their limits and reach an even more astonishing level!
As he pondered, a thunderous dragon roar finally sounded, signaling the beginning of the battle between these two peerless masters!