Chapter 461: The Arena Match

Ye Feng was slightly taken aback as he glanced at the newcomer—a burly man of average height, appearing quite sturdy. Next to him was a youth who seemed to be around fifteen or sixteen years old, dressed in a white shirt, his gaze toward Ye Feng and the others tinged with caution.
After a quick assessment of the burly man, Ye Feng realized he was at the Imperial God level, while the youth beside him was only at the True God level.
“You’re no match for me…” Ye Feng shook his head.
“I want to see how big the gap is!” The burly man refused to give up easily.
Seeing the man’s determined and fervent eyes, Ye Feng couldn’t bring himself to refuse and nodded reluctantly.
The two found an empty arena and waited quietly for their turn. Though they tried to stay low-key, the arenas weren’t far apart—only a few dozen meters between them. Other spectators who noticed someone preparing to fight also gathered around.
“That must be Ban Ze at the Imperial God level, right? He’s already very strong among those at that realm. This match should be interesting,” a young man who knew Ban Ze’s background whispered to someone beside him.
“Ban Ze also participated in arena matches hundreds of years ago, and it’s said he did quite well.”
“Yes, I’ve seen his battle footage. He’s truly strong—77 consecutive wins, though he lost in the 78th match…”
…
Of course, Ye Feng heard all of this. He hadn’t expected the seemingly unremarkable man in front of him to be a famous figure.
Hearing the discussions, more and more people gathered around the arena due to Ban Ze.
Ban Ze wore a pained smile as he stretched out his hand toward Ye Feng and said, “Please!”
“You go first!” Ye Feng remained calm. He knew well that no matter how strong Ban Ze was, once he attacked, he wouldn’t have any chance of turning the situation around.
The spectators were stunned by the arrogance of the young man facing Ban Ze, but even more unexpected happened—Ban Ze nodded seriously and said, “Then I won’t be polite!”
As soon as he spoke, he suddenly pushed off with all his strength and charged at Ye Feng. In the blink of an eye, four Ban Zes appeared, attacking Ye Feng from four different directions, drawing cheers from the crowd.
But before the cheers could fade, the onlookers’ expressions froze in shock as they witnessed something astonishing—the once ferocious Ban Ze suddenly collapsed, his body going limp.
“What happened?” The spectators were all in awe, as few seemed to understand what had just occurred.

Watching Ban Ze fall to the ground, Ye Feng prepared to leave, only to find a protective barrier rising around the arena. “Please wait patiently, winner. You may leave only if no one challenges you within ten breaths,” a voice came from all directions around the arena. Ye Feng realized the voice came from the protective barrier. He raised his eyebrows slightly—this rule took him by surprise. “Ten, nine, eight…” The countdown seemed to spread not only within the arena, as Ye Feng could see the expressions of the onlookers below changing. Several fairly strong individuals looked visibly conflicted. “I challenge!” Suddenly, a voice rang out. Ye Feng glanced in that direction—it was Ban Ze’s disciple, speaking in a timid tone with flushed cheeks. Just as Ye Feng was about to speak, the same voice came again, “On this arena, no challenge can be refused. Refusal is considered an automatic surrender.” “Alright,” Ye Feng said, somewhat exasperated. He had no interest in the Emperor God level, let alone a mere True God level. Yet he was curious about the rewards for consecutive victories and wanted to see what kind of experts existed in this city. The young man mustered courage and stepped onto the arena. The moment he entered, the unconscious Ban Ze was transported away. Ye Feng could see the boy trembling across from him. He shook his head helplessly. “Go first; otherwise, you won’t get a chance.” The boy took a few deep breaths to calm himself down, then assumed a fighting stance and slowly closed his eyes. Ye Feng’s eyes showed surprise. He could clearly sense a strange change in the boy after he closed his eyes—his aura instantly became steady, as if he had become a different person. “Interesting…” Ye Feng’s lips curled slightly. The boy before him seemed far from as simple as he appeared. Suddenly, the boy moved—stepping forward in one motion and aiming his fingers at Ye Feng’s throat. Ye Feng kept his hands behind his back and sidestepped slightly. As soon as the boy attacked, he noticed something unusual. That speed was beyond what a True God could achieve, and even few Heaven Gods could match it. His swift and precise movements also surpassed those of ordinary Heaven God-level fighters, though his power was lacking. The boy’s eyes remained closed, and his attacks grew faster, forcing Ye Feng to dodge even quicker.

“This movement style and these techniques are almost perfect. Even when I was at the True God level, what I could do wasn’t much better than his, and that was only with the guidance of the Martial Canon…” Ye Feng thought to himself.
The boy’s performance also amazed the onlookers. Despite being only at the True God level, his attack frequency and precision were beyond what most Heavenly God-level warriors could achieve.
More and more people gathered to watch.
“What kind of cultivation method has this boy learned to make his techniques so exquisite?” an Emperor God-level warrior couldn’t help but exclaim.
“Ban Ze actually took on such an outstanding disciple?” another Emperor God-level warrior murmured in awe.
Ye Feng remained calm. Though the boy’s attacks were fierce and his speed comparable to that of a Heavenly God-level warrior, in his eyes, it was like a snail crawling. He hadn’t fought back yet because he wanted to see how far this kid could go.
As time passed, the boy’s breathing gradually became heavier. After all, he was only at the True God level, and it was already difficult for him to sustain such exertion.
“It’s probably about time,” Ye Feng thought. After this trial, he finally realized that the boy was a Void Walker. However, the aura of a Void Walker on him was extremely hidden—either deliberately concealed or due to an incomplete inheritance.
“Hey, kid, have you received some kind of inheritance?” Ye Feng’s telepathic message reached the boy’s ears effortlessly.
The boy trembled, and his attacks paused slightly.
“If I’m not mistaken, you must be a Void Walker, right?” Seeing that he didn’t respond, Ye Feng sent another message.
The boy suddenly opened his eyes wide, looking at Ye Feng in terror. “Who are you?”
“I’m also a Void Walker, just like you.” Ye Feng’s smile was friendly, but it seemed to have no effect.
“You’re lying!” The boy stepped back. “There’s no aura of a Void Walker on you at all.”
“Uh…” Ye Feng suddenly remembered that he had inherited the Immortal Bloodline, which had eliminated any aura of a Void Walker. But in the Martial Canon’s teachings, he had seen methods to simulate various auras, and he remembered his own original aura clearly. So, in just a few breaths, he managed to restore the aura of a Void Walker.
“I just used a special cultivation method to hide my aura,” Ye Feng lied without any shame.
Only then did the boy lower his guard. “So you’re an elder. I’m sorry for offending you earlier.”

“What’s with this aura around you?” Ye Feng asked curiously.
“It was hidden by my guide,” the boy replied honestly.
“Why is that?” Ye Feng pressed further.
“Isn’t it to avoid being hunted by the magical beasts?” The boy showed signs of dissatisfaction, as if saying Ye Feng was asking something he already knew.
“I really don’t know about that. I’ve only been in the Divine Realm for a short time,” Ye Feng said helplessly. “Do the magical beasts here hunt Void Walkers?”
“Yes. The Divine Realm is ruled by magical beasts, and Void Walkers are usually stronger than those of the same rank. They fear losing control of the Divine Realm, so they try to eliminate them at the earliest stage,” the boy explained. “My guide also told me that among the magical beasts in the Divine Realm, there’s one that can take away someone’s inheritance. So we need to be careful.”
“Take away inheritance?” Ye Feng frowned slightly. “Inheritance is usually only given to those recognized—how can it be taken away?”
“I don’t know about that. My guide only told me to keep my strength and helped hide my aura.” The boy knew very little.
“Your strength has been exposed. Find a powerful faction to join. With their protection, you’ll get more opportunities to train,” Ye Feng said, nodding toward the outside of the arena.
The boy turned to look and his expression instantly froze. The number of onlookers had now grown to seven or eight times what it was before.
“My name is Dao Feng. If you’re in trouble later, you can come to me.”
“My name is Jian Yun…” The boy said shyly, looking at Ye Feng. “C…can I admit defeat?”
“If you don’t admit defeat, do you want me to send you away?” Ye Feng laughed.
“I admit defeat!” The boy suddenly shouted, disappointing the onlookers, even though they already knew he couldn’t win.
“Is there anyone else who wants to challenge?” Ye Feng seemed interested too.
“I…”
“I…”
“I!”
A few voices came from the crowd. It seemed that after Jian Yun’s incident, everyone was even more eager to fight against Ye Feng.
Ye Feng accepted them all with a smile.
One after another, challengers stepped forward, and Ye Feng accepted each challenge without refusal.
“What do you think?” Among the crowd, a young man in brocade smiled and looked at another young man in black robes beside him.
“He’s very strong!” The young man in black robes stared intently at Ye Feng on the arena.
“You’re a peak Divine Emperor-level warrior. Don’t you have any confidence at all?” the other young man laughed.

“I’m not sure, but I want to give it a try!” The young man in black wore a hint of anticipation in his eyes.
“Let’s wait a bit longer. The city lord and the others won’t let him achieve a hundred consecutive wins so easily. He hasn’t used his second move yet; let others figure out more about him.” The young man in the brocade robe glanced at Ye Feng on the arena with a sly smile.