Immortal Mansion: With mediocre qualifications, I have no choice but to live forever

In the second round of competition, Lang Ye's opponent was a young cultivator from the Fengxiao clan, named Feng Xing.

Feng Xing was known for his swift speed and varied attack methods, but in front of Lang Ye, his advantages could not be fully utilized.

After the competition began, Feng Xing quickly launched an offensive, his body moving like catkins in the wind, erratic, trying to suppress Lang Ye with his speed advantage.

But Lang Ye, relying on the secret techniques inherited from his Heavenly Demon Clan, can always make accurate responses at critical moments.

His fists were as powerful as a heavy hammer hitting a drum, and every attack was accompanied by a sound of breaking through the air, making it difficult for Feng Xing to get close to him.

The two sides fought back and forth for hundreds of rounds, but Fengxing was never able to take the initiative.

Finally, in a duel of strength and speed, Lang Ye seized Feng Xing's flaw, punched him in the shoulder, and knocked him out of the ring.

Lang Ye once again won easily with his absolute strength and gentle means, winning cheers from the audience.

In the following rounds of competition, Lang Ye won every battle.

At the same time, Tieying of the Iron Wing Clan and Yan Zheng of the Black Rock Clan also demonstrated their powerful strength and made it all the way to the final stage of the competition.

The competition gradually entered a white-hot stage. As the number of contestants decreased, each battle became more intense and unpredictable.

Finally, the competition for selecting a son-in-law came to the most crucial round.

Tieying, Yanzheng and Langye stood at the end.

Zhou Yiqiao watched every round of the competition. At this moment, he did not feel happy for Lang Ye. Instead, he was terrified of Tieying and the conspiracy behind him.

"If my previous guess is correct, the next round will be a duel between Yan Zheng and Lang Ye, and Tie Ying will have a bye."

He secretly complained in his heart, but hoped that his guess was completely wrong.

However, the result of the draw was exactly the same as Zhou Yiqiao had guessed. Yan Zheng and Lang Ye were drawn into the same group, while Tieying was "lucky" enough to get a bye.

This time, let alone Zhou Yiqiao, any demon cultivator who was a little bit attentive could discover the trick behind this so-called drawing of lots.

Discussions quietly arose among the audience, but were deliberately suppressed so as not to anger the almighty Flame Scale Demon King and the many elders of the Flame Scale Clan.

But they forgot how powerful the Flame Scale Demon King and the many elders of the Flame Scale Clan were.

For these powerful beings, even the slightest tremor of a blade of grass or a tree cannot escape their perception, not to mention the whispers and secret dissatisfaction of the monsters present.

But what surprised Zhou Yiqiao again was that the many powerful people of the Flame Scale Royal Family turned a blind eye to the discussions of the crowd and allowed the discussions to intensify, as if they had done all this on purpose.

On the ring, Lang Ye and Yan Zheng stood facing each other, and there was a fighting spirit in their eyes that should not be underestimated.

The air around seemed to freeze, and almost everyone held their breath involuntarily, waiting for the outbreak of this peak showdown.

Lang Ye breathed in and out slowly, the blood of the Sky Demon Clan in his body boiled, and a faint green light flickered in his eyes.

"Lang Ye, I remember when we first met outside of Yanlin City, I told you that I would defeat you thoroughly in the ring and let everyone see your true face."

When the atmosphere became extremely tense, Yan Zheng suddenly spoke.

His voice was low and powerful, every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, and his hatred for Lang Ye was evident.

In the face of Yan Zheng's provocation, Lang Ye did not respond with too many words, but just nodded slightly to indicate that he was ready.

He kept Zhou Yiqiao's instructions in mind and concealed the anger in his eyes very well. What was revealed in front of everyone was only his unyielding will and desire for victory.

Following an order from Elder Yan Feng, this highly anticipated duel finally broke out.

As the leading youth of the Black Rock Clan, Yan Zheng is known for his powerful strength and solid defense.

As he moved, the entire arena seemed to tremble, like a moving hill, crushing towards Lang Ye.

Lang Ye's body shook, and he nimbly avoided Yan Zheng's attack. At the same time, his hands drew mysterious tracks, summoning the blood power of the Sky Demon Clan.

Powerful waves of spiritual energy surged out of his body, forming a series of glowing fist shadows that blasted towards Yan Zheng.

Yan Zheng did not dodge or evade, but used his strong body to withstand Lang Ye's attack.

Every collision made a deafening sound, like thunder exploding in the ring.

A layer of rock-like texture appeared on his skin. This was the innate ability of the Black Rock Clan - rockification, which could greatly enhance the body's defense.

The battle between the two sides was extremely fierce, and every encounter was a real clash of power.

Relying on his extraordinary fighting skills and blood secrets, Lang Ye almost gave up defense and focused on attacking Yan Zheng's weaknesses.

As for Yan Zheng, relying on his indestructible physique and steady tactics, he firmly held each line of defense, striving to gradually consume Lang Ye's strength in a protracted battle.

"Lang Ye, is this all you have?"

Although Yan Zheng looked solemn, he was still trying to provoke Lang Ye and make him reveal his flaws.

"You talk too much."

Lang Ye responded coldly, without any emotion in his tone, but every word was like a sharp blade, cutting through the air.

As soon as he finished speaking, Lang Ye suddenly jumped up like a cheetah hunting, and appeared behind Yan Zheng in the blink of an eye. His speed was so fast that it was astonishing.

Yan Zheng's pupils suddenly shrank and he turned around quickly, but it was too late.

Lang Ye pushed the blood power of the Sky Demon Clan to the limit. The blood essence condensed in his fists was like two bright meteors, smashing into Yan Zheng's back.

"Rock Shield!"

Yan Zheng let out a low roar, and his body was instantly covered by a thick layer of rock armor in an attempt to block the fatal blow.

However, Lang Ye's attack was extraordinary. Wherever his fist passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, and the seemingly indestructible rock shield actually had tiny cracks.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, Lang Ye's fist finally penetrated the shield and hit Yan Zheng's back hard, causing him to stagger forward and almost fall on the ring.

There was a burst of exclamations from the audience. No one expected that Lang Ye could break through Yan Zheng's defense so easily.

However, Yan Zheng was the best of the Black Rock Clan after all. He quickly steadied his body, and a fierce look flashed in his eyes.

"Good! Lang Ye, you impressed me! But this battle is not over yet!"

Yan Zheng took a deep breath, his muscles expanded, and the rock textures all over his body became clearer.

"I originally intended to save this move for the finals. Since you are so pressing, I will let you see the real unique skill of my Black Rock Clan - 'Rock-shattering Earth Fist'!"