Chapter 1515: A Soft Persimmon Must Know Its Place

"Purple Pole Sect? What is that?"

"Never heard of it! In the Tongtian Realm, are there such things as sects?"

"This ancient relic is so strange!"

...

In the Tongtian Realm, there were simply no sect forces.

All forces were under the control of cities, clearly demarcated.

Now, the sudden emergence of a Purple Pole Sect left the prodigies greatly puzzled.

But that voice clearly did not care about their thoughts, continuing on its own: "Those who occupy the twelve platforms are the platform masters. Everyone else has one chance to challenge. The victor becomes the platform master, the loser is eliminated. Now, you may freely choose your opponents. The final twelve who remain on the platforms will receive generous rewards from the Purple Pole Sect."

As soon as the voice fell, the hall immediately buzzed with noise.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...!"

Many martial artists reacted swiftly, each scrambling to fly onto Ye Yuan's platform.

In the blink of an eye, there were already over twenty martial artists on Ye Yuan's platform.

"Bang!"

When the number on Ye Yuan's platform reached twenty-four, the later martial artists seemed to crash into a wall, bouncing far away.

"Ouch!"

Cries of agony filled the air.

Seeing this, the others secretly regretted.

Clearly, Ye Yuan's platform was already full; others who wanted to get on had missed their chance.

Ye Yuan was obviously the only soft persimmon among the twelve platforms, the easiest to handle.

The others were at least at the Half-step Demon Commander realm.

To win would likely require considerable effort.

"Alas, those bastards really know how to seize an opportunity! In the blink of an eye, they filled the platform!"

"With only one soft persimmon, it seems we won't get a chance to squeeze it!"

"Looks like this platform is the easiest to stand out from."

"Just don't run into the Dalan Six, or... we're dead!"

...

Below the platforms, discussions buzzed, clearly dissatisfied with the current situation.

At that moment, the Dalan Six each chose a platform and slowly ascended.

Seeing this, everyone hesitated and backed off.

Among those present, there were eight Demon Commander-level experts.

These eight, with tacit understanding, each selected a platform.

Thus, the remaining three platforms became highly sought after.

One could see figures darting about in the hall, all rushing toward those three platforms.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The remaining people even started fighting fiercely over those three platforms.

For a time, the hall was filled with surging spiritual energy and violent tremors.

Soon, amid a series of screams, those three platforms were also filled.

The rest were left wailing everywhere.

These eight platforms were beyond doubt—the Demon Commander experts would ultimately prevail!

Thus, some began to refuse to step onto the platforms.

"Ah!"

Suddenly, a scream rang out. A Half-step Demon Commander prodigy suddenly burst into terrifying black flames.

In an instant, the man was burned into nothingness!

"It's the backlash of the blood contract! We... we must fight on stage!"

"This... how can we fight? The Dalan Six—we're definitely no match!"

"Forget it, it's just a loss! Let's go all out!"

...

If these people retreated, they would violate the blood contract.

Once the blood contract backfired, their fate would still be death.

Thus, with no way back, they had to choose corresponding platforms.

After everyone had made their choices, the aged voice sounded again.

"Very good. The platform competition adopts a one-on-one format. Challengers will challenge the platform masters in the order they ascended. The final victors will advance to the next round of challenges. Now, the challenge begins."

"Hahaha... everyone, I, Bu Zhe, will take this rookie first!"

The first martial artist to ascend the platform laughed heartily, clearly pleased with his easy pick.

Seeing this, the others gnashed their teeth in anger.

"This guy reacted so fast; he got a real bargain."

"Hmph! What's there to be proud of? Who will laugh last is still uncertain!"

"A petty man reveling in success!"

...

Unfazed by the others' anger, Bu Zhe looked at Ye Yuan with a smile and said, "Master Yuan Ye, right? This isn't a pharmacy. I wonder what you're doing here joining the fun. But since you're here, you've given me a great gift. Hahaha, I'll gladly accept it."

Ye Yuan looked at him as if he were an idiot and said calmly, "It seems you all see me as a soft persimmon, everyone wanting a squeeze, right?"

Bu Zhe laughed loudly, "Isn't that so? A soft persimmon must know its place."

Ye Yuan curled his lips slightly and said mockingly, "You're absolutely right. A soft persimmon must know its place!"

"Hahaha, since you've realized that, then..."

"Bang!"

Bu Zhe was in the midst of roaring laughter when suddenly a scream cut him off, and he was blasted off the platform.

"I said the challenge had started, yet he still had the mind to laugh." Ye Yuan shook his head and sighed.

"Hahaha..."

A burst of laughter rang out. The remaining twenty-three, seeing this, were all grinning from ear to ear.

To be so careless upon stepping onto the platform—he deserved to be eliminated.

Bu Zhe scrambled to his feet, his face flushed with shame, and pointed at Ye Yuan, cursing, "You despicable little man, you attacked by surprise! If you have the guts, let's fight fair and square!"

Ye Yuan glanced at him indifferently and said, "Idiot!"

"You! Who are you calling an idiot!" Bu Zhe fumed.

"I'm calling you an idiot! Can't you figure that out?" Ye Yuan laughed.

"Hahaha..."

Another round of laughter erupted.

Bu Zhe was about to explode with rage and roared, "Kid, I want to fight you again!"

With that, Bu Zhe moved, darting toward the platform.

"Bang!"

A flash of light, and Bu Zhe was sent flying far away.

Clearly, the platform no longer gave him a chance.

"Next!" Ye Yuan said calmly.

The second young prodigy to ascend looked at Ye Yuan with a pitying gaze and taunted, "I won't..."

"Bang!"

He meant to say, "I won't make the same low-level mistake as Bu Zhe!"

But like Bu Zhe, before he could finish, he was sent flying off the platform.

Everyone's eyes narrowed, finally realizing something was off.

This 'soft persimmon' seemed a bit hard!

Ye Yuan's strikes just now were so fast they were unbelievable; they hadn't even seen how he moved.

The previous two weren't because Ye Yuan had attacked by surprise.

Rather, they simply hadn't reacted in time!

Those who could come here were all prodigies among prodigies, all sharp-witted.

One could be luck, but two... definitely wasn't luck.

"Next!"

At that moment, Ye Yuan's voice rang in their ears like a death knell.