"The twelfth on the Hidden Dragon List, this battle might still be worth watching."
"A ninth-level martial artist, just one step away from the peak. I wonder if Geng Qianqiu can still exert such dominance..."
Amidst the various discussions, the young man, whose face was silent and carried an underlying sense of repression, stopped in his tracks.
"Geng Qianqiu, why did you have to be so ruthless? Do you know that Yuan Junyi's bones are all shattered and he will need at least two months to fully recover?"
As soon as the young man named Zhong Wen stepped onto the stage, he angrily questioned him.
Geng Qianqiu curled his lips into a smile and uttered four words indifferently, "What does it have to do with me?"
"you……"
Zhong Wen paused, took a deep breath, and said nothing more.
"start!"
boom!
The sonic boom pierced the eardrums of many people. Almost without any pause, the moment the whistle fell, sparks flashed from Zhong Wen's feet. He reached behind him, pulled out a long knife, and in the blink of an eye, he covered a hundred meters and slashed down at Geng Qianqiu.
With an expressionless face, Geng Qianqiu slightly shifted his body, narrowly dodging the long sword, and then raised his palm to slap a spot in the empty space.
A bizarre scene unfolded.
Sparks flew from what should have been an empty space.
A nearly transparent blade tip appeared out of thin air at the point where Geng Qianqiu's hand would land, and was firmly blocked.
"Twin Shadow Blades?"
Geng Qianqiu smiled faintly, as if he hadn't said anything, but the sarcasm in his eyes seemed to say everything.
"ah!"
Zhong Wen never expected that his trump card, which he had been hoping would work in one strike and had been hidden since the start of the competition, would be so easily seen through by Geng Qianqiu.
Overwhelmed with shame and humiliation, Zhong Wen roared and unleashed a flurry of attacks with his twin swords, slashing down on Geng Qianqiu.
"slow!"
"Still too slow..."
"You're too eager for quick results. You can't actually control a B-grade psionic blade. A C-grade one might be able to increase its power."
Despite being surrounded by flashing swords, Geng Qianqiu seemed to be taking a leisurely stroll, with his hands behind his back, simply commenting on his opponent's swordsmanship with a faint smile.
Zhong Wen's face flushed even redder, and in his anger, his swordsmanship became increasingly chaotic.
Geng Qianqiu shook his head, his face suddenly turned cold, and his hand, like a butterfly flitting among flowers, suddenly plunged into the shadow of the knife, then with a "thud," it slashed at Zhong Wen's Adam's apple.
"Ha!"
A painful and strange roar came from Zhong Wen's mouth. As the shadow of the blade dissipated, Geng Qianqiu did not give him any chance to catch his breath. He pounced on him, and his fists and feet rained down. In just a second, Zhong Wen suffered more than a dozen heavy blows.
Geng Qianqiu had already withdrawn before the referee from Shan Hai intervened.
As for Zhong Wen, he was swaying in place, seemingly trying to straighten his body.
Clang!
But due to his severe injuries, he could no longer hold on. As the two swords in his hands fell to the ground, blood mixed with fragments of internal organs gushed from his mouth.
"puff!"
Before Zhong Wen fell to the ground, the referee caught him and, after assessing his condition, loudly announced: "Jiang Zhongjun's Geng Qianqiu wins!"
A deafening roar swept across the entire arena until, finally, the shouts from the crowd gradually merged into one, leaving only the three words "Geng Qianqiu".
“Geng Qianqiu…”
Amidst the cheers of the crowd, a figure emerged from the shadows at the entrance to Shenwu's rest room, his gaze as gloomy as a vulture.
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