Immortal Doctor Expert in Urban

Chapter 1270: A Shining Entrance

One by one, the skilled cultivators entered the arena for combat; some won while others lost. Anyone who won three consecutive matches would advance to the next round to compete among the advancing contenders.

Offspring from the esteemed families took to the stage one after another, and even many skilled fighters from smaller families participated.

The objective of these skilled fighters from small families was not to become the new City Lord; they were well aware of their limitations. Their goal was simply to defeat any member from one of the ten powerful families.

Yes, their aim was to break into the ranks of the ten great families.

However, these skilled fighters from small families were almost without exception defeated when they faced contenders from the ten great families.

At this moment, a skilled contender from a small family, possessing a Saint Master level of seven or eight, had just defeated another small family fighter.

After Gray Eagle announced the victory of this small family fighter, a new match immediately commenced.

And this time, the person stepping onto the stage was the eldest young master of the Wan family, Wan Jingyuan.

Swish.

Wan Jingxuan, clad in purple, gracefully descended onto the platform of Heaven-Stealing Peak with an elegant and poised demeanor.

"Let me, Wan Jingyuan, experience your great skills, my brother." Wan Jingyuan clasped his hands together, a faint smile on his face as he looked at the small family cultivator who had already turned pale with fear.

"N-no... I dare not!" replied the nervous and stuttering small family cultivator.

Seeing Wan Jingyuan make his entrance, all the watching cultivators on the surrounding peaks started to discuss: "The eldest young master of the City Lord is on stage!"

"The eldest young master is surely the final winner of this year's city competition."

"The position of the new City Lord belongs to no one but the eldest young master!"

Even those on the Heaven-Stealing Peak platform who had already advanced to the next round wore a serious expression when they saw Wan Jingyuan take the stage.

"Please!" Wan Jingyuan extended his hand and said.

"Please..." The small family cultivator also extended his hand and replied.

The small family cultivator let out a roar, as if to boost his courage, and then burst forth with a holy aura, charging at Wan Jingyuan like a cannonball.

Swish.

As the small family cultivator, enveloped in holy light, was about to reach Wan Jingyuan,

Wan Jingyuan's eyes flashed with a gleam of light. He raised his hand, and an extremely powerful aura burst forth.

This powerful surge of aura instantly halted the attacking small family cultivator.

The attacking small family cultivator couldn't advance a single step further.

The next moment, Wan Jingyuan gently waved his hand, the wild surge of aura that stopped the small family cultivator erupted and sent him flying.

With a loud crash, the small family cultivator was violently slammed onto the platform, the sounds of bones breaking echoed as he let out a miserable scream and lost consciousness.

The advancing cultivators surrounding the platform all let out a gasp.

However, the defeat of this cultivator was within their expectations.

Gray Eagle immediately announced in a loud voice: "In this match, the eldest young master of the Wan family wins!"

A round of cheers erupted from the surrounding peaks.

No matter what, Wan Jingxuan is the City Lord's eldest young master, and since the second young master Wan Jingxuan had committed a crime and was detained, Wan Jingyuan was the only candidate for the new City Lord.

All cultivators naturally wanted to earn favor from such a future City Lord.

The competition continued, and Wan Jingyuan soon defeated three opponents, advancing to the next stage.

Gray Eagle immediately announced the start of the advancement competition.

Just like the initial rounds, one would step forward to compete, and winning three consecutive matches again allowed further advancement.

The thirty or forty advanced cultivators on the platform immediately began competing to advance once more.

Time passed, and the advanced fighters fiercely contested one after another.

Naturally, the Wan family's eldest young master, Wan Jingyuan, again won against three opponents, advancing once more.

An hour later, after gradual eliminations, only Wan Jingyuan and Zhong Xiumin remained on the platform.

Yes, he was the first to take the stage, the eldest young master of the Zhong family.

He had made it all the way through, having not faced Wan Jingyuan head-on.

These were the final two contestants, the final match. Many cultivators on the surrounding peaks and a multitude of Wan family experts on Wan Family Peak Plaza were all cheering for Wan Jingyuan.

Unlike the overwhelming support for Wan Jingyuan, there was almost no cheering for Zhong Xiumin.

Even when the Zhong family members on the surrounding mountain platform wanted to cheer for Zhong Xiumin, they dared not shout out loud.

They did not dare to offend the Wan family.

On stage, Gray Eagle looked at Wan Jingyuan and Zhong Xiumin and said, "The final match begins now!"

As Gray Eagle's words fell, Wan Jingyuan suddenly erupted with an astonishing aura, swirling around him.

It seemed they would engage in the ultimate battle.

However, unexpectedly, Zhong Xiumin, standing opposite Wan Jingyuan, suddenly clasped his fists and said to Wan Jingyuan, "The eldest young master of the Wan family, there is no need to compete further. With your astonishing strength, I am not your opponent. I willingly concede!"

With Zhong Xiumin's words, everyone erupted in surprise. Clearly, no one expected Zhong Xiumin to voluntarily concede.

Yet, when everyone considered Wan Jingyuan's status and strength, Zhong Xiumin's voluntary concession seemed only natural.

Wan Jingyuan's face remained calm. Zhong Xiumin's voluntary concession, in his view, was self-awareness. Otherwise, if he had struck, Zhong Xiumin would have been severely injured.

Soon after, Wan Jingyuan smiled slightly, looked at Zhong Xiumin, and said, "Why doesn't Xiumin want to compete? Our strengths are quite similar, and you might actually win against me."

Zhong Xiumin promptly replied, "The eldest young master of the Wan family is being too humble. My strength is far inferior to yours; only you are the rightful first place in the city's grand competition."

"Xiumin, thank you for your praise, I accept your concession."

Zhong Xiumin deeply bowed and said, "Congratulations to the eldest young master of the Wan family!"

Gray Eagle immediately faced the surrounding peaks and loudly announced, "The first place in the city's grand competition is the eldest young master of the Wan family!"

The platforms and pavilions filled with cultivators around the surrounding peaks erupted in thunderous cheers.

At Wan Family Peak Plaza, Wan Guohai looked on with a pleased expression, and the many Wan family experts around him cheerfully congratulated him, "Congratulations to the City Lord's eldest young master for winning first place in the city's grand competition."

Amidst the constant congratulations, there was a scene of joyous celebration.

"Hold on, I haven't competed yet, so the eldest young master of the Wan family isn't the first place winner of the city's grand competition!" At this moment, a powerful and sonorous voice suddenly echoed from the sky as if thunder rumbled across the heavens.

Wan Guohai and the others at Wan Family Peak Plaza were all taken aback.

The faces of all the spectating cultivators on the surrounding peaks showed surprise.

On the Heaven-Stealing Peak platform, Wan Jingyuan frowned, a sharp light flickered in his eyes.

All eyes were on the sky, and everyone's eyes brightened. They saw seven stunning beauties, their long hair flowing like Celestial Immortals descending to the world, surrounding two men as they flew in.

These seven Celestial Immortals were precisely Yuan Yuxi, Qin Zimo, Qingcheng, Chen Xinyi, Wang Yixin, Xiao Xiao, and Su Xiaoyue.

And the two men were Lin Fei and Qiu Qiming.

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PS: Due to emotional issues, I'm feeling extremely miserable, and my heart is in turmoil—it's almost impossible to write. Apologies for forcing out this chapter.