Translator: Cinder Translations
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Buzz!
In the venue, as the warm-up ended.
The ground trembled slightly, and the nine platforms in the center began to slowly descend.
With the sound of gears turning, the central area gradually split open, revealing three even larger square platforms.
Each platform was several hundred meters in size, constructed entirely of some gray material.
There were no railings on either side, offering a clear view, spacious and solid.
In addition, several virtual screens projected from the ground instruments, floating in mid-air, flashing the names of various masters entering the competition like a lottery draw.
However, the crowd paid little attention to this.
Instead, they frowned and looked towards the seating of the Flying Dragon Sect.
"During the competition, I ask all true intent masters and sect leaders to come to the back room of the venue for a discussion."
Jiang Yunshan, who was responsible for maintaining order in the venue, spoke again, and the elder from the Golden Flying Eagle Sect frowned in dissatisfaction.
"Jiang Yunshan, what exactly does your Flying Dragon Sect want to do?"
Voices of questioning arose, and several other top sects shared the same expression.
The sudden intervention of the Flying Dragon Sect in this martial arts conference was already strange.
Now, with the current situation, they all sensed something was off.
"Hehe, it's my fault for not making it clear."
Without showing anger, Jiang Yunshan instead cupped his hands and added, "It is a request from our sect's master, not my personal order."
As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere fell silent.
Even the proud members of the Golden Flying Eagle Sect quieted down.
Master Feilong, the pinnacle of martial arts.
No one dared to disrespect.
"A good request from Master Feilong."
An elder from the Golden Blade Sect snorted coldly, but ultimately took the lead and walked towards the exit at the back of the venue.
Seeing him take the lead, the expressions of the true intent elders from other top sects varied.
Some snorted, some flicked their sleeves, but in the end, they chose to silently follow.
One by one, the true intent masters left the venue, and Chen Feng and the others looked towards their sect leader.
"I think something big is about to happen."
"Ah."
Sect leader Lu of the Myriad Tempering Sect shook his head and said, while Li Tong's expression grew serious, the usual smile fading away.
After hesitating for a moment, he looked at Chen Feng.
"My good disciple, it will be up to you soon."
As their eyes met, Chen Feng felt something was off.
As if sensing his thoughts, Li Tong gestured towards the departing true intent masters.
The number was increasing, forming a significant trend.
Moreover, this was a request from Master Feilong.
"Don't worry, Master Feilong is also someone who values face."
Patting Chen Feng's shoulder, Li Tong finally turned and left with Sect Leader Lu.
Watching their slightly plump figures disappear, Chen Feng remained silent in place.
"Will Master be alright?"
Xu Tingxiao asked with some concern.
"With so many sects present, the Flying Dragon Sect shouldn't act recklessly," Lin Xiaoyun rationally analyzed.
Even so, the few of them still felt some anxiety.
Ever since arriving in Yun Port, they had felt constrained everywhere.
At this moment, that feeling was at its peak.
The atmosphere was silent until the end.
Chen Feng could be seen sitting back in his seat, not saying a word.
Master Feilong.
Everything revolved around these two words.
The Flame Tiger had retreated back then precisely because of this.
The Flying Dragon Sect had been able to rise against the odds and dominate Yun Port for thirty years for the same reason.
Thinking of this, Chen Feng looked at the panel in front of him.
[Heart of Glory LV1: 90/100]
If he could upgrade his talent, it would grant the Shield Golem a chance for enhancement.
Then even a master would not be impossible to deal with.
"Junior Brother Chen?"
Noticing the coldness in Chen Feng's eyes, Zhao Jushan asked with concern.
"It will end."
Chen Feng closed his eyes and then opened them again, giving his response.
"Everything will come to an end."
Bang!!
Ten minutes later, on Platform No. 3.
A figure was sent flying out.
A dignified second-level master was struck away by a single palm, falling off the platform and fainting on the spot.
Eyes filled with astonishment turned towards the platform, where a young man in a blue robe from the Flying Dragon Sect had a bland expression, with a seven-character embroidery on his sleeve.
"Too weak."
Shaking his head to himself, he scanned all the sects in the venue.
Zhan Wushuang from the Golden Flying Eagle Sect, Pang Kui from the Sea-Swallowing Whale Sect, Zheng Shan from the Giant Elephant Sect, and the Lion Heart Sect.
Each one was a top-level master from the intelligence reports, including Chen Feng.
Exchanging glances, they indifferently withdrew their gazes.
He then looked left and right.
The battles on the other two platforms were still ongoing, featuring weaker members from other sects.
"Why do we have to draw lots?"
"Can't we just settle it in one go?"
Shaking his head in confusion, he fortunately flipped over and jumped off the platform.
"This person is very strong; he seems to be the seventh true disciple of the Flying Dragon Sect."
"I heard there are six others like him, all under thirty, each one stronger than the last."
"The Flying Dragon Sect intends to trample all the sects underfoot."
Whispers of discussion arose, and in the seating of the Giant Elephant Sect, Zhang Tai and Zheng Shan wore serious expressions.
The true disciples of the Golden Flying Eagle Sect and several strong men from the Sea-Swallowing Whale Sect were also feeling the tension, including Zhao Jushan and others nearby.
Beep!
The platform cleared, and the virtual screen flickered again.
Soon, a notable figure stood up.
Like a giant orca, he stirred up waves with every breath.
"It's Pang Kui!"
Zhao Jushan's expression turned serious as all eyes focused on him.
A towering figure nearly two meters tall stomped and leaped onto the platform.
Boom!
The ground trembled slightly as he landed.
Then, as the screen flickered again and settled on an opponent, the crowd's expressions suddenly tightened.
Step!
A similarly robust figure in a blue robe stepped out slowly, appearing to be around twenty-six or twenty-seven, walking up the steps to the platform.
The Flying Dragon emblem was fierce, and the three characters on his sleeve were eye-catching.
"Is this the third true disciple of the Flying Dragon Sect?"
"Pang Kui is sure to win, right?"
Similar murmurs of discussion arose, and Zhan Wushuang from the Golden Flying Eagle Sect narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Just admit defeat."
Pang Kui stood still, his expression unchanged, "Although I don't know what tricks your Flying Dragon Sect is up to."
"But as a second-level master, no one has ever beaten me."
Without responding, the third true disciple simply waited for the referee's signal.
Start!
Whoosh!!
The figure vanished in an instant, and when it reappeared, it was already in front of Pang Kui.
His pupils contracted as he saw a powerful punch coming.
Roar!!!
It was as if a flying dragon had appeared, its roar echoing endlessly.
The sound of crashing waves rose, and Pang Kui's expression changed slightly as he quickly lowered his center of gravity.
Boom!!!
A wave of energy exploded from behind him, a pillar of force as thick as a fist pierced through, hovering several meters in the air.
The dark whale-patterned robe burst apart, revealing the veins on Pang Kui's face, who roared and swung his arms, his ears ringing.
It was as if a killer whale was crashing through waves, the oppressive energy locking onto everything.
The air whistled, and white vapor exploded.
Swish!!
However, in the next second.
The unstoppable dual fists suddenly struck empty air, and the third true disciple had vanished from his original spot, appearing behind Pang Kui.
"How is that possible!"
"He actually dodged the Whale Body Six Styles."
"He even managed to evade the energy lock?"
Gasps of astonishment arose from the crowd, and the top sect members from the Giant Elephant Sect and others were extremely serious, even the usually confident Zhan Wushuang showed signs of wariness.
"It's over."
Roar!!
The energy pillar erupted again, as if an invisible force penetrated Pang Kui's body, appearing from behind and tearing through the air.
One, two, three.
Nine consecutive attacks, the blue figure flickered continuously.
Boom!!
Pang Kui's massive body staggered, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his face pale as he half-knelt on the ground.
"You were able to make me unleash nine punches."
"You are not weak."
His palm stopped at the opponent's throat, and although the third true disciple had consumed a lot of energy, his aura remained incredibly strong.
Their eyes met, and Pang Kui gritted his teeth in unwillingness.
"I lost."
"Pang Kui actually lost?"
Many people widened their eyes in disbelief, and Chen Feng also squinted at the platform, feeling somewhat surprised.
In terms of energy perception, this third true disciple was not much stronger than Pang Kui.
But the result had come to a swift conclusion.
Beside him, Zhao Jushan and the others were also unable to recover for a long time, but in the next second.
Beep!
Another platform cleared, and the screen flickered, revealing a new match.
[Flame Tiger Sect, Zhao Jushan, Platform No. 2!]
As the draw settled, Zhao Jushan exhaled a breath of foul air.
Then, he gently nodded at Chen Feng, his gray robe billowing as he quickly left his seat and walked towards the platform.
"Don't worry, Jushan's Bronze Statue Technique is almost perfected."
Seemingly sensing Xu Tingxiao's concern, Lin Xiaoyun suppressed her doubts about watching the match and quickly reassured, "He has dealt with second-level masters before; as long as he doesn't encounter those top sects, then..."
Beep!
The opponent on the virtual screen settled.
A blue-robed figure from the Flying Dragon Sect, with the characters on his sleeve reading six.
Lin Xiaoyun's words were interrupted, and many gazes turned towards the arena.
Step!
The sixth true disciple of the Flying Dragon Sect moved like a swimming dragon, stepping onto the platform, his expression particularly disdainful.
"Flame Tiger Sect, heh."
He looked at Zhao Jushan, who wore a serious expression, standing about seven or eight meters away on the opposite side of the platform.
A glint of mockery flashed in his eyes, and his words fell lightly.
"Bow down and admit defeat, or I'll cripple you."
His tiger-like eyes blazed, but Zhao Jushan still restrained his emotions.
Until finally, the referee waved his hand.
"Not admitting defeat? Then don't blame me."
"Stop talking nonsense!"
Stomping the ground, he interrupted the opponent.
Zhao Jushan struck fiercely, leaving no room for mercy.
With a weaker realm, if he let his anger out, how could he still compete?
Buzz!!
Bronze energy covered his entire body as he threw a punch, deep red energy condensing within.
Bang!
The energy exploded, hitting the opponent.
There was no hint of joy; instead, Zhao Jushan's mood sank to the bottom.
Looking at the situation, his full-powered punch was easily caught by the opponent's raised palm.
As if fire met water.
The blue energy flowed endlessly, all the deep red energy sizzling and extinguishing.
"I told you, admit defeat."
Whoosh!!!
A blue palm suddenly struck out, directly hitting Zhao Jushan's chest.
Bang!!
The bronze chest caved in, his body bending backward.
His tiger-like eyes widened, blood vessels bursting.
Even with his Strengthening Skills, and nearing the perfection of the Bronze Statue Technique.
Zhao Jushan still felt a sharp pain, as if his breastbone was about to shatter.
In contrast, the blue-robed youth swayed slightly, easily dissipating all the recoil force.
Moreover.
His left hand's five fingers gripped his own fist like dragon claws, and then his right arm broke through the air, leaving a series of afterimages.
Bang bang bang bang bang!
The gray robe shattered into flying threads, leaving a series of concave palm prints on Zhao Jushan's chest.
His blood-streaked eyes gradually closed, and his robust aura rapidly plummeted.
Thud!
His body fell weakly, and in just a few seconds, Zhao Jushan had already fallen backward, fainting on the spot.
In an instant.
Chen Feng's expression turned cold, and Lin Xiaoyun beside him wore a similar expression.
"Senior Brother Zhao!"
Xu Tingxiao's face turned anxious as he hurriedly left his seat to help the fallen Zhao Jushan.
The judges from the Flying Dragon Sect remained indifferent throughout, while the other sects wore varied expressions, some frowning, others discussing.
"Such heavy hands?"
"Almost crippled him directly."
"How ruthless."
The true disciples from the top sects like Zheng Shan had complex expressions, and Pang Kui, who was being helped off the stage, shook his head.
The Flying Dragon Sect still had some reservations about dealing with people like them, but when it came to the Flame Tiger...
"Such a fragile defense, what kind of trash Strengthening Skills are they practicing?"
The sixth true disciple said blandly, his tone slightly mocking.
Xu Tingxiao carried the unconscious Zhao Jushan, his face flushed, fists clenched tightly.
Beep!
Suddenly, at that moment.
Another platform cleared, and the virtual screen flickered again, revealing a new match.
[Flame Tiger, Lin Xiaoyun, Platform No. 3!]
Upon seeing this information, Lin Xiaoyun's expression froze.
The next second, the screen flickered again.
The image froze, and the opponent appeared.
As if already anticipated, the opponent had stepped onto the platform first.
Upon closer inspection, the figure was of medium build, and somewhat familiar.
"Another seventh true disciple!"
"What the heck is going on?"
"Why is it always someone from the Flying Dragon Sect?"
Whispers of discussion arose, and Chen Feng had already stood up with a cold gaze.
However, as if sensing something.
Beep!
The screen for the platform where Zhao Jushan was located suddenly flickered, and the image froze.
[Flame Tiger, Xu Tingxiao, Platform No. 2.]
Everyone was stunned, including Xu Tingxiao.
Before he could react, he saw the sixth true disciple on the platform standing still, revealing a mocking smile.
At the same time, the virtual screen behind him flickered and froze, displaying the same face.
"What the hell!"
"This isn't right!"
"Can't you see? The Flying Dragon Sect is intent on wiping out the Flame Tiger Sect!"
The discussions reached Chen Feng's ears, and his expression turned completely cold.
"The Flame Tiger's ranking this time is likely to drop to the bottom."
Zheng Shan from the Giant Elephant Sect shook his head, noticing the signs, feeling some pity.
Zhan Wushuang and the injured Pang Kui wore similar expressions.
Beep!
Instantly, the last cleared Platform No. 1 flickered, revealing the expected name.
[Flame Tiger, Chen Feng, Platform No. 1!]
The text settled, and footsteps sounded.
A slender young man in a blue robe with the characters on his sleeve reading five stepped onto the platform.
In an instant, the atmosphere fell silent, and many couldn't help but swallow hard.
"Flame Tiger Sect."
In the last row of seats, the expressions of Liu Fangming and his disciple from the Heart Ape Sect were complex, but they dared not intervene.
The disciples of the Myriad Tempering Sect were furious, and some couldn't help but seek help from the top sects.
"This is targeted!"
"Brother Zhan Wushuang, could you please step in to mediate?"
Zhao Jushan's friend, Qin Tao, earnestly requested, looking towards Zhan Wushuang.
His eyelids twitched; he had already sensed the dangerous gazes from the Flying Dragon Sect.
The first and second true disciples, even the third true disciple, had begun to recover their energy.
Sigh...
With a sigh, Zhan Wushuang closed his eyes and shook his head, not intending to intervene.
Qin Tao felt disappointed, looking towards Pang Kui and others.
"Senior Brother."
Zhang Tai from the Giant Elephant Sect felt some reluctance and wanted to speak, but was stopped by Zheng Shan's shake of the head.
Instantly, the atmosphere fell silent, with no one responding.
Qin Tao wanted to say more.
Clap!
A hand pressed down on his shoulder, and he turned to see Chen Feng, who had stood up at some point, shaking his head at him.
"Thank you, Senior Brother Qin."
As he moved his steps, he released his grip.
He brushed past Qin Tao, walking out of the seating area with Lin Xiaoyun, heading to the side of the platform.
This was a battle between dragons and tigers, a grudge that belonged solely to the Flame Tiger Sect and the Flying Dragon Sect.
It truly shouldn't involve more people.
"Senior Brother."
Xu Tingxiao's face flushed, still carrying the unconscious Zhao Jushan, feeling an overwhelming bitterness, his nose tinged with sourness, and his eyes slightly red.
He was a genius from Nanjiang City.
But in Yun Port, he felt as weak as dust.
The elders who used to care for him were no longer around, and the isolation and oppression were about to crush him.
Step!
As he moved his feet, Chen Feng stood in front of him.
He patted his shoulder and then looked up at the venue.
It was vast enough to accommodate thousands of people.
Yet, there was no place for the few members of the Flame Tiger.
Thousands of gazes converged, and the expressions of the true disciples from the Flying Dragon Sect on the three platforms varied.
Some mocked, some sneered, while four others with even stronger auras crossed their arms, watching with predatory eyes.
"So, you are the strongest under true intent in the southern martial arts world?"
Chen Feng suddenly spoke, his tone calm as if it were the frost of a cold pond.
Zhan Wushuang and Pang Kui frowned slightly, while the members of the Flying Dragon Sect revealed blatant mockery.
"That's right, you could say that."
The slender fifth true disciple stood on Platform No. 1, spreading his hands with a nonchalant smile, "Because of what you just said, I can give you a chance."
"Kneel down and admit defeat on behalf of the Flame Tiger Sect."
"From now on, you will never set foot in Yun Port again, and I will let you leave this place."
As his voice fell, someone from the Pine Crane Sect let out a delighted laugh.
The malice grew thicker, and the smiles of revenge and mockery became clear in their perception.
"Then there's no need to waste time."
Chen Feng's steps were steady as he ascended Platform No. 1.
Without even glancing at the fifth true disciple, he surveyed all the members of the Flying Dragon Sect below, including the surrounding judges.
"You all, come at me together."
TL/N: Yes SIR! This is what I'm talking about…
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