Urban Wolf King

Chapter 1179 1190: I Challenge You

The seventh day.

Also the first day of Wang Yan's arena.

All around the arena, crowds had gathered early, waiting for the sun to rise.

The seven elders, the ten grand generals, Fang Jinchun, Yan Shilin, and everyone else had also arrived early at the high platform beside the arena, waiting for Wang Yan's defense.

As they looked at the empty arena, everyone was both excited and expectant, as if they were the ones defending the arena today, not Wang Yan.

Finally, the sun rose above the mountain ridge, revealing a faint gleam of light on the horizon.

This was the time for the defender to ascend to the arena.

Yet at this moment, the arena was empty.

However, everyone was somewhat accustomed to this; if Wang Yan had stood on the arena early, they would have found it strange.

Everyone looked towards the Golden Palace at the peak of the Flame Peak.

At this time, Liu Hua had already opened the palace doors and called inside, "Senior brother, it's time to defend the arena."

"I will go immediately."

Wang Yan's voice echoed from within the Golden Palace.

Seeing that Wang Yan was making the seven elders wait for him, everyone shook their heads repeatedly.

At this moment inside the Golden Palace, Wang Yan and Beiming Xue were seated opposite each other, with a simple table between them. On it was a pot of tea and two teacups, with a light fragrance rising from the cups.

Beiming Xue looked at Wang Yan, a warm expression appearing on her face. Over the past few days, having kept vigil day and night with Wang Yan, she finally alleviated months of longing and felt an infinite warmth.

Hearing Liu Hua's insistent urging, Beiming Xue said, "Brother Wang Yan, you should hurry up, it's time for you to defend the arena."

Wang Yan nodded but did not stand up, looking at the faint steam rising from the teacup before him, he said, "How I wish to forever have this eternal tranquility."

Beiming Xue smiled, "I wish for the same, to always stay like this with Brother Wang Yan."

Wang Yan asked, "But who is stopping us from enjoying this kind of life?"

Beiming Xue was taken aback and shook her head.

Wang Yan said, "I don't know either, but I feel I should know. What is it that prevents us from enjoying peace and tranquility? What is it?"

Wang Yan continued to speak softly, his eyes showing a hint of bewilderment.

Seeing Wang Yan suddenly fall into a kind of trance, Beiming Xue felt a sudden joy.

Could it be that Wang Yan had some epiphany?

This kind of epiphany is greatly beneficial for enhancing one's cultivation.

Currently, Wang Yan was already at the Demon Saint Great Perfection. If he successfully comprehended the insight, he might break through to the Half-Venerable realm.

In fact, the gap between Half-Venerable and Demon Saint Great Perfection is merely a barrier of comprehension.

At this moment, seeing Wang Yan still not coming out, Liu Hua called out again.

Not wanting Wang Yan to be disturbed, Beiming Xue sprang up and flew to the front of the Golden Palace doors, raising her arms to block Liu Hua and said, "Do not disturb Brother Wang Yan."

Upon seeing this, Liu Hua immediately kept quiet, though he gestured awkwardly towards Beiming Xue, indicating that all the elders were waiting for Wang Yan.

But in Beiming Xue's heart, Wang Yan was the most important, and no elder could compare to Wang Yan.

Thus, Beiming Xue waved her hand and said, "Let everyone wait for a while."

Even though Beiming Xue's voice was soft, everyone present had incredible hearing and all heard what Beiming Xue said.

Seeing Beiming Xue appear, everyone felt even more indignant towards Wang Yan.

These days, everyone had been observing the arena battles, only Wang Yan remained in the Golden Palace and did not show up. It turned out he was hiding a beauty inside a golden house.

Now, at the time for him to defend the arena, he was still so arrogant, disregarding the sixty thousand disciples.

The seven elders and the disciples of Mozi Academy who were already familiar with Wang Yan just chuckled bitterly and waited patiently.

But the fifty thousand new disciples who did not know who Wang Yan was were all furious, and began to shout and jeer.

In an instant, the entire Mozi Academy was filled with deafening calls, among which were curses.

Seeing this, Beiming Xue also became somewhat anxious.

She was not afraid of the crowd's anger, but rather feared that their shouting would disturb Wang Yan.

Sure enough, footsteps were heard from behind, and Wang Yan walked out from the Golden Palace.

"Brother Wang Yan, did you have an epiphany?" Beiming Xue asked.

Wang Yan shook his head and said, "Still lacking a bit, always feeling undecided, never mind, might as well deal with the arena for now."

With that, Wang Yan lifted his foot, flew down from Flame Peak, landed on the arena, and glanced around absent-mindedly, waving his hand casually.

Seeing Wang Yan finally arrived, the elders were somewhat helpless. Fang Hong coughed and said, "The third arena match now begins. The winner of this match will contend against Fang Jinchun for the final victory. The winner will become Grand Marshal and the top talent of Mozi Academy."

With that, Fang Hong stepped back and looked towards Wang Yan on the arena.

The crowd around also quieted down, beginning to wait slowly.

In everyone's view, from Yan Shilin to Fang Jinchun, the arena scenes became increasingly barren, and after Wang Yan, it might become even more barren. Maybe they would have to wait until the third day for someone to challenge.

Thus, everyone was prepared to be patient.

But just at this moment, suddenly four figures simultaneously soared into the air, heading towards the arena.

These four people all flew down from the high platform beside the arena.

The crowd looked up and recognized these four individuals.

These four were four of the ten grand generals.

Seeing that the arena had just begun and already four generals were challenging Wang Yan, everyone became excited.

The disciples of Mozi Academy were excited to see Wang Yan demonstrate his prowess again.

The new disciples were excited to see someone teach Wang Yan a lesson, making him stop being so arrogant.

Although their thoughts differed, everyone cheered loudly seeing someone take the stage.

Compared to the desolate arenas of Yan Shilin and Fang Jinchun, Wang Yan's was extremely lively from the start.

However, despite four people flying out, only one person could stand on the arena at a time.

Thus, the four generals who flew out were all pumped up, wanting to be the first to land on the arena.

The four competed fiercely, each afraid of lagging behind.

Among the four generals, there was a middle-aged man in a gray robe, who was originally at the back of the crowd. But suddenly, his body swayed a few times, his speed abruptly increased, creating a sequence of gray shadows in the air, instantly overtaking the three in front and landing first on the arena.

Then, the gray-robed man turned around, raised his hands, forming a magic energy shield in front of himself to block the three generals behind him.

Seeing the gray-robed man land on the arena, the three behind knew they could no longer compete and had no choice but to stomp on the magic energy shield, flying back to the high platform with a look of disappointment.

It was as if the first to land on the high platform would automatically defeat Wang Yan and acquire the title of Grand Marshal.

Having seized the opportunity, the gray-robed man's face could not hide his joyful expression. He bowed to Wang Yan and said, "I challenge you!"