Chapter 1028
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Chapter 1028: It Will Make Your Face Hurt!
Su Yi turned to the big man beside him and smiled. “Only I will participate in the Overlord Sect.”
The strong expert from one of the top ten forces was taken aback. His gaze shifted from Su Yi, disbelief on his face.
What he found strange was that normally, every faction aimed to gather a team of twenty. More participants meant greater power.
Even the weaker forces aimed to get as many as seventeen or eighteen members.
But here was this young man, claiming that only one person would represent his faction?
“Hahaha, is this kid insane? He dares to step onto the arena all alone?”
“What exactly is this Overlord Sect? I’ve never heard of it before. Where did they come from?”
“Everyone else is sending twenty, and this guy thinks he can do it alone? What does he think of himself?”
“Hmm, even the top forces wouldn’t dare to be this arrogant!”
“Not only arrogant, but he’s just plain foolish! Look at him!”
“Hahaha, this guy is definitely crazy!”
“Haha, let him step onto the platform. He’ll regret it!”
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As these voices filled the air, the loudest among them was laughter. Many onlookers, watching the young man standing near the testing stone, felt like they were watching a fool.
One person on the platform? Are you joking, old man?
What do you think you’re doing? You can’t just act however you want!
Remember, this is the Alliance Conference, where the most powerful beings from the Chaos Realm gather.
Only the strongest of their peers can participate, except for a few lesser forces. This is no place for everyone!
Are you really thinking of guarding the arena by yourself? You must be more than a little dim-witted!
“Is it against the rules for one person to go on stage?”
Ignoring the mockery behind him, Su Yi raised an eyebrow and addressed the middle-aged man in front of him.
According to the rules, each faction could send up to twenty participants, but it never stated that one person was prohibited.
“Of course, it’s within the rules!” The middle-aged man quickly answered, but then a strange smile appeared, his eyes filled with disdain.
This had never happened before. For years, there had never been a situation like this at the Alliance Conference. One person fighting for an entire sect—can he really handle it?
“Just follow the rules!” Su Yi wasn’t bothered by the man’s disdain. He handed over the token and proceeded to place his palm on the testing stone, infusing it with qi.
As the qi entered, green beams of light shot out from Su Yi’s hand, illuminating the air.
“Seventeen beams of light—this kid is only seventeen years old!”
The crowd stared in shock, seeing the seventeen beams on Su Yi’s hand, confirming his age.
“If everything checks out, I’ll step onto the stage!” Su Yi pulled back his hand and noticed the middle-aged man still watching him with a strange smile. He spoke up, addressing him directly.
“The leader of the Overlord Sect, qualified.”
The middle-aged man waved dismissively, as if shooing a fly.
“Hehe, only seventeen? How strong could this kid possibly be?”
“Looks like he’s looking for trouble at this gathering.”
“One person from a sect? A kid at that, does he really think this place is his playground?”
“Even the most talented geniuses wouldn’t dare to challenge twenty handpicked fighters at his age!”
“Watch, he won’t last long. He’ll regret it.”
“And that so-called Overlord Sect—who knows where they crawled out from? Probably a bunch of nobodies.”
“But we do have to admire their courage.”
Across the arena, similar comments echoed.
Their expressions mirrored pity, as if they were looking at someone with a disability. They watched Su Yi’s figure on the arena, mocking and ridiculing him from all directions.
Many people mentally noted the name “Overlord Sect,” predicting that in the future, this sect would become the subject of ridicule.
However, some individuals had different reactions.
“This kid is so young… his talent is extraordinary!”
A group from the Mysterious Sword Gate, including Ji Tianfu, squeezed through the crowd. Upon spotting Su Yi, Ji Tianfu’s lips parted in astonishment.
He already knew a little about Su Yi, but upon learning his actual age, he was even more shocked.
“Only him from the Overlord Sect? If we’d known, we could’ve invited him to the Mysterious Sword Gate.”
Next to him, Ji Hanluo, who was slightly disappointed, pouted and said, “When I saw him go into battle alone, I thought he’d run into serious trouble. Wouldn’t it be better to join us at Mysterious Sword Gate? With his strength, we’d be unbeatable.”
Ji Tianfu chuckled. “I’ve invited him before, but he didn’t join. I’m just as disappointed.”
He quickly added, his expression softening, “But, I’m curious to see how far he can go in this competition on his own.”
His eyes glinted. Ji Tianfu didn’t see Su Yi as ordinary. He believed the kid was very clever, confident in his actions.
Since Su Yi dared to step on the stage alone, there was certainly something remarkable about him.
Meanwhile, Lin Donghao and Lin Bingyao, the children of the Liuhe Sect’s leader in Tiangang City, were watching from the other side. Their gaze was sharp, filled with curiosity.
“To have caused such a stir between the Seven Star Sword Sect and Golden Sword Sect, they must be strong.”
“But can he really handle everything alone?”
Though surprised, there was a hint of expectation in their eyes, no matter how faint.
The elders of Liuhe Sect stood beside them, also observing the young man.
“Brother Su Yi…”
Far away, Chen Chuan caught sight of Su Yi and was momentarily stunned.
“This kid is so arrogant. The Overlord Sect—fighting alone—he really doesn’t appreciate his life!”
Yang Baikun, leader of the Golden Sword Sect, stood with a fierce expression. His gaze locked on the young figure on the stage.
His disciples laughed harshly.
“One person? He’s definitely going to die today!”
Ran Jianxuan, leader of the Seven Star Sword Sect, spoke sternly, his eyes glowing.
Once bitter rivals, the two sects had united over the shared grief of losing a child. Now, they joined forces with a single goal: to eliminate this ignorant young boy.
They saw this as the perfect opportunity—on the battle stage, where life and death don’t matter.
Neither Ran Jianxuan nor Yang Baikun believed this young boy could defeat twenty experienced fighters at once.
Even if the boy was talented, how strong could he be at seventeen?
“Master, I’ll cut off that brat’s head to honor our fallen disciple!”
Beside Ran Jianxuan, a man about thirty spoke with murderous intent.
Both leaders fell silent, their eyes cold as they stared at the young boy, who appeared like a lamb to the slaughter.
What they didn’t yet realize was that this boy had managed to provoke both of their factions and cause a huge stir. And neither sect even knew the other’s true intentions.
It was almost comical.
“Let the challenge begin! Remember, if no one challenges within an hour, the spot will automatically be occupied and the next round will proceed.”
The middle-aged man from the Yuan Emperor Realm glanced at Su Yi before his voice rang out, signaling the start of the competition.
He sat down on a nearby seat, awaiting the next developments.
Around the arena, scattered voices could be heard from the crowd.
The steward mentioned the one-hour limit earlier, but no one was eager to take action just yet.
It was better to hold back and not reveal their strength too soon.
“Master will be fine,” said the Soul Devouring Emperor, glancing at Xi Wuqing, Green Emperor, and Yin-Yang Dark Emperor with some worry.
He hadn’t spent much time with Su Yi yet and had only seen his cultivation, not his true abilities.
“He’s fine,” Su Xiaoshuai said, sticking his head out from Xi Wuqing’s embrace. “These jokers won’t even last long. If only I could participate, I’d love to step on stage and show them how it’s done.”
Su Xiaoshuai looked down on the other young powerhouses, his bloodline giving him every right to do so.
“Let’s wait and see. Those who were laughing earlier will end up with sore faces!” Xi Wuqing smiled lightly, clearly confident.
