Live Strong in the Wilderness

Then a team flew onto the arena.

Even though it was a team battle, only Xu Yi stood there, while the others sat at the edge, cultivating.

They would only join the fight if Xu Yi got knocked down.

For Xu Yi, this approach was obviously very unfair.

But that’s exactly what he wanted to do.

Because in doing so, he could better strike at the ’geniuses’ here, making them realize how weak they were.

against 1 also stood no chance of victory, not even through continuous wheel battles.

"Weren’t you all asking for a team battle? Why is it just you?" A disciple from Infinite Gate noticed Xu Yi was the only one coming out to fight, and immediately got a bit agitated.

Contempt; he felt the contempt.

Could it be that the five of them weren’t worth Xu Yi and his teammates fighting together?

They were disciples from the Holy Land’s Infinite Palace, and they were all personal disciples, having both top-notch strength and talent.

"To deal with you all, one person is enough." Xu Yi said bluntly.

Speaking so bluntly was naturally meant to hit them hard, hitting every person present.

As a result, the crowd was furious.

"Crush him! Too arrogant, a mere Loose Cultivator, dares to look down on the Holy Land’s disciples, kill him!"

"Kill him! We must kill him today. Too arrogant. Thinking that knocking out some people means the Holy Land’s disciples are powerless."

Everyone hoped Xu Yi would be eliminated and killed immediately.

"Is the Holy Land all mouth warriors?" Xu Yi sneered; he really didn’t care about those disciples.

As soon as Xu Yi spoke, the crowd went wild.

The five onstage couldn’t hold back anymore; they glanced at each other and charged toward Xu Yi.

Xu Yi stood motionless like a mountain.

The five’s attacks arrived instantly.

But their attacks didn’t break Xu Yi’s defense; it was like hitting an air wall, inflicting no damage on Xu Yi.

"I’ll give you one minute." Xu Yi said.

With those words, Xu Yi gained more luck value.

Face-slap, it was just too face-slap.

Previously, defeating an opponent with one move was understandable since there was only one opponent.

Now, even under a 5 to 1 situation, he still gave five people one minute of attack time.

Disdain is just disdain; you really looked down on them this way.

All five went crazy, using their strongest attacks, attacking without any regard for consequences.

Even if they lost against other challengers later, they must defeat Xu Yi.

Unfortunately, their hopes were in vain.

After a minute, Xu Yi still had a faint smile on his face.

Then, he raised a hand, and the five suddenly felt the space around them stagnate, and they flew out backward.

"Next team."

From the crowd’s perspective, Xu Yi simply swept the dust off his sleeve and sent the five flying.

To them, Xu Yi’s strength was terrifying, beyond their understanding.

This kind of strength was only possessed by the Saint Heirs from the various Holy Lands.

Yet Xu Yi’s realm wasn’t that high; it was still the same realm level as them.

Do they need the Saint Heir to come down?

But after all, the Holy Selections aim to choose the Saint Heirs and Saintesses; how could they let them step down?

If the rules changed just because of Xu Yi, wouldn’t it make the eight Holy Lands a joke?

Immediately, a new group rushed to the stage.

For them, calling this a wheel battle no longer mattered; it had lost its significance.

Xu Yi’s slap hit every disciple in the face; they must quickly defeat Xu Yi.

If Xu Yi remained defiant, he could be given another shot.

Then they’d defeat Xu Yi multiple times, leaving cracks in his Dao heart.

If Xu Yi wasn’t defeated, the Holy Land would lose its sacred position in the future.

You could say this wasn’t just a simple contest; it concerned the future and fate of the Holy Land.

But they found themselves given only one minute by Xu Yi upon the stage.

The outcome was no different from the previous team; they were sent flying without harming Xu Yi in the slightest.

Then the next team continued to take the stage.

The crowd held their breath, hoping Xu Yi would quickly be eliminated.

Unfortunately, Xu Yi kept standing there.

After eliminating ten teams, Xu Yi stopped giving a minute; whenever someone took the stage, he’d strike directly.

Still winning in one move, it was as if the number of people made no difference in Xu Yi’s eyes.

The Saint Heirs and Saintesses watching were driven mad.

After all, Xu Yi’s actions were too face-slapping, hitting them hard.

Holding their breath with no outlet.

After all, they couldn’t step down.

What would it mean if they did?

It would mean that Xu Yi already had the combat prowess of a Saint Heir, that only a Saint Heir could fight him.

Which would make the Holy Land’s reputation more swollen.

So, they couldn’t step down, they could only watch.

In the history of the Holy Land, there has never been a moment so humiliating.

But for the Holy Land’s higher-ups, this wasn’t considered humiliating. As long as they successfully drew Xu Yi in, it would be their victory.