"Enough!" Xing Tianjue suddenly slammed the table and stood up fiercely. As he rose, an incredibly terrifying aura emanated from his body, like a volcano brewing, ready to erupt at any moment. This made the surrounding noisy crowd instantly quiet down, not daring to even breathe too loudly.

  "Xing Peng, today is the day of our Xing family's clan trials. Every man in the Xing family holds this day in high regard. Regardless of whether what you just said is true or not, can you first listen to your uncle and set this matter aside for now? After the clan trial, we can discuss what to do next. If what you said is true, your uncle will certainly stand up for you and give you justice..." Xing Tianjue, holding back his anger, fixed his gaze on Xing Peng.

  "Uncle, you said it! All the Xing family's children have heard it. I hope that after the family trial, you can really deal with it fairly..." Xing Peng, feeling the overwhelming aura from Xing Tianjue, was deeply shaken. To him, Xing Tianjue now seemed like a fierce general suppressing his anger, making him wary of provoking Xing Tianjue further.

  "Rest assured, your uncle will never tolerate anyone who harms our Xing family's children!" Xing Tianjue said with a frown and a deep voice.

  After speaking, Xing Tianjue sat back down. As he did, his terrifying aura suddenly retracted, easing the tense atmosphere in the area.

  "Xing Peng, although you are a member of our Xing family and have the right to participate in today's trials, due to your late arrival, you must now accept the challenge from an eliminated contestant. You need to win ten consecutive matches or have no one challenge you before you can qualify for the top ten ranking. Otherwise, letting you directly participate in the top ten ranking would be unfair to the other children. Are you willing to accept this challenge..." As soon as Xing Tianjue sat down, the elder hosting the competition spoke loudly to Xing Peng.

  "I accept!" Xing Peng said unflinchingly.

  The surrounding Xing family children who heard Xing Peng accept the challenge exchanged glances. Everyone knew that Xing Peng was not a martial artist and could not practice martial arts. His acceptance of the challenge was indeed shocking.

  "Good! Since you've accepted, come up to the stage!" The elder, standing on the central stage, ignored the commotion among the other disciples and commanded Xing Peng from a position of authority.

  Immediately, all eyes were fixed on the elder standing on the five-meter-high stage, each with a curious expression. Without a ladder, it was impossible for an ordinary person to climb onto such a high stage.

  Just when everyone thought Xing Peng was about to embarrass himself again, his left foot lightly touched the ground, and then, with his hands behind his back, he floated up to the stage like an ethereal immortal. When he landed on the stage, there was no sound at all.

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  "Boom!" Xing Peng's action shocked everyone around. Their eyes widened in disbelief. Many of the Xing family children could not achieve such silence upon landing. This was a sign of a highly advanced light body technique.

  Some of the Xing family elders watching Xing Peng were also moved by his performance. Although they could execute such a technique, it had taken them decades to reach that level.

  Xing Peng, who had previously shown no aptitude for martial arts, suddenly revealed such skill, greatly shocking the Xing family.

  "No wonder Xing Peng dared to speak so boldly at the trial today. He has become a martial artist, and his strength is probably not simple!"

  "This... this is simply a miracle. Xing Peng can actually practice martial arts now..."

  "It's incredible! Did Xing Peng pretend to be weak before? His light body technique, even I can't do it..."

  Many Xing family children looked at each other, their eyes filled with surprise.

  "Alright! Since Xing Peng has climbed onto the stage, let's follow the rules! Those who were defeated earlier, if any of you are confident in defeating Xing Peng, come up to the stage. Anyone who can defeat him will have another chance to compete for the top ten martial artists..." The elder hosting the competition also looked at Xing Peng curiously, then scanned the surroundings and announced loudly.

  "Boom!" As soon as the elder spoke, the previously defeated children were stirred up! Defeating Xing Peng for a chance to compete for the top ten was an excellent opportunity for most of the family's children.

  For a moment, many Xing family children looked at Xing Peng eagerly. However, after seeing Xing Peng's display of light body technique, although everyone was eager, they did not rashly step forward to challenge him.

  The atmosphere became somewhat strange.

  "What, does no one dare to come up and challenge Xing Peng? If you don't dare to challenge Xing Peng, then he qualifies to directly compete with the top ten..." The elder spoke with a powerful voice.

  "I will!" A loud shout suddenly rang out, followed by a figure leaping onto the stage like lightning. The person had striking sword eyebrows and was holding a blood-red long sword, with long hair casually draped over his shoulders, exuding the aura of a swordsman.

  "Xing Jianchen! It's him!"

  Exclamations were heard. Xing Jianchen was originally one of the seed players for the top ten martial artists but had unexpectedly lost a match along the way. Now, seeing him stand on the stage again, his supporters shouted in excitement.

  "Xing Peng, although I don't know how you cured your strange illness, I still want to congratulate you on becoming a martial artist!" Xing Jianchen landed on the stage and spoke indifferently. Though he was congratulating, his facial expression did not seem sincere.

  Xing Peng frowned noncommittally, aware that basically none of the Xing family's descendants held him in high regard. The "congratulations" from Xing Jianchen felt perfunctory.

  As expected, after Xing Jianchen finished his previous statement, he slowly drew his sword and pointed it at Xing Peng, saying, "Xing Peng, your father Xing Fei Tian is an idol for our entire family. We all take pride in him. Yet, his glorious life is marred by having a useless son like you. Do you realize how much shame this brings to him? Today, let me use my sword to teach you a proper lesson..." As Xing Jianchen spoke, a very strong sword aura erupted from him, cutting through the air with undeniable sharpness. The moment it burst forth, the air seemed to be sliced open. With his sword emitting a cold light, he attacked Xing Peng.

  All the Xing family children watching this scene held their breath, their eyes glued to the stage, silently guessing how many moves Xing Peng could withstand against Xing Jianchen.