The competition has begun, but so far it's just a contest between outsiders in the ancient martial arts world. The real battles between the direct descendants of the aristocratic families are yet to come. Qingyun, unaware that the Nie family grandfather and grandson had already taken turns criticizing Zhang Jingguo and Lin Yuhao at the very beginning of the ancient martial arts tournament, was leaning back on the sofa, his eyes fixed on the big screen, but actually quite bored and somewhat distracted.
Normally, Nie Chenyuan would stick to him very much, practically never leaving his side, so he was a little unaccustomed to the sudden quiet around him.
"Mr. Qing, look, the young master is coming on stage!"
The Nie family disciple standing behind Qingyun reminded her in a cheerful tone.
As soon as Nie Chenyuan stepped onto the stage, everyone around him perked up.
In the private room where the heads of the powerful families were gathered, Zhang Jingguo sat back down, his face darkening as he thought about the information he had just received regarding Nie Chenyuan. He glanced furtively at Nie Songping, who was eating sunflower seeds with a completely calm expression, and gritted his teeth inwardly.
Suddenly, a series of loud bangs startled Zhang Jingguo. He instinctively looked up at the screen, only to find it had gone black. Then, some noisy, fragmented sounds came from the speakers.
Before he could even wonder, a family head next to him immediately stood up and pulled the curtain of the private room. His movements were incredibly fast, making it hard to believe that this old man could be so nimble. The people in the private room quickly gathered around, clearly eager to see what was happening on the stage.
Zhang Jingguo was distracted, but the others saw it clearly. Just before the screen went black, Nie Chenyuan struck out with a palm at his opponent. They had just seen the energy burst out when the screen went black.
The group looked down and gasped, speechless.
Seeing this, Zhang Jingguo finally couldn't sit still any longer. He glanced at Nie Songping, who was still sitting calmly in his seat, hesitated for a moment, and then stood up and walked over.
Behind him, Nie Songping also secretly craned his neck to look down. He only knew that Nie Chenyuan's meridians had been healed and his internal energy level had greatly increased, but he didn't fully understand what level his cultivation had reached.
Zhang Jingguo walked to the window and looked down. Even though he was mentally prepared, he was still taken aback.
Nearly one-sixth of the arena was missing, with a huge dent at the edge. Spiderweb-like cracks spread from the dent to the entire arena, and the two cameras beside the arena seemed to have been damaged as well, their parts scattered all over the ground. Nie Chenyuan stood in the middle of the arena, his opponent nowhere to be seen.
"This kid..." Several family heads were secretly surprised. This was a special arena for disciples of aristocratic families. It was made of special materials with strong pressure and damage resistance. Unless it was a full-force attack from a martial artist at the eighth level of the Acquired Realm, the arena would not be damaged.
The extent of the damage is truly alarming, but these seasoned veterans, having seen it all, weren't surprised by that. They had just witnessed Nie Chenyuan's palm strike erupt with energy when the screen instantly went black. What did that mean?
This shows just how explosive Nie Chenyuan's internal energy is, causing such great damage with a single palm strike! Wasn't it said that this kid had problems with his meridians? How did he cultivate such bizarre internal energy? How strong must his body be to withstand the flow of this kind of energy?
The old foxes turned to look at Nie Songping, who had just pulled his head back, their teeth practically grinding to dust.
What? This grandson's meridians are blocked, and he's going to die soon? This is definitely a joke about the donkey and the others. Who can cultivate to the eighth level of the Acquired Realm with blocked meridians? No, no, no, to reach this level, he must have already advanced to the ninth level!
Someone who didn't get along with Zhang Jingguo immediately offered his congratulations loudly: "Our ancient martial arts world has gained another young ninth-level Acquired Realm cultivator, what a joyous occasion! Old Nie, you've kept this from us for so long, you'll have to treat us after the competition."
"Of course, of course!" Nie Songping smiled broadly, his wispy beard swaying, but inwardly he was cursing Nie Chenyuan to the core. His opponent in this match was not even at the fifth level of the Dayafter Heaven realm, so what was this kid trying to do by putting in so much effort? Was he putting on a show?
On the stage, Nie Chenyuan looked at his opponent being carried away on a stretcher with a cold glint in his eyes. This person was obviously Lin Yuhao's subordinate. He insulted Qingyun as soon as he stepped onto the stage. It was already a sign of Nie Chenyuan's mercy to spare his life.
Then, as if remembering something, Nie Chenyuan's eyes softened, and he stood on the arena, blowing a kiss towards a private room above, as if seeking praise. As the de facto head of the Nie family, Nie Chenyuan had little interest in the gradually declining ancient martial arts world, and even though his cultivation had been restored, he did not intend to announce it to the world.
His participation in the Ancient Martial Arts Tournament was solely to please Qingyun.
Seeing this scene on the restored screen, Qingyun couldn't help but laugh. He remembered it clearly and wasn't afraid of throwing it in the wrong place.
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