"Thank you all for giving Brother Fan and me the honor of attending the Rising Dragon Gate celebration today..."
Luo Jiang was thin and had dark circles under his eyes. He looked more cunning than Fan Xing. Before the Rising Dragon Gate celebration began, he stepped onto the arena and said some irrelevant trash talk. Although his words were meaningless, Lin Feng observed that the martial artists below seemed to enjoy listening to them. Their eyes shone with admiration, a kind of inexplicable admiration that Lin Feng couldn't quite understand.
"In the Endless Sea, voluntariness is everything. The two major merchant guilds run by Fan Xing and Luo Jiang control most of the resources, while independent cultivators are generally pitifully poor, so most of them admire them."
Ye Lingya explained that, judging from his tone, he didn't have much respect for Luo Jiang and Fan Xing.
"Alright, that's all I have to say. I wish all of you brothers the best of luck in achieving a good ranking in this Dragon Gate Ceremony... Alright, we can start drawing lots now."
"The referee elder arranged for this event is Elder Fan Rushan of the Zunxing Chamber of Commerce. You can rest assured that we would not stoop to such a large-scale celebration."
Luo Jiang could lie without batting an eye.
Bamboo sticks, shimmering with a faint golden light, landed in front of each martial artist participating in the celebration. Those who drew the same number could then stand on the arena in order to participate in the fight.
"There are as many as 500 martial artists participating this time. The celebration will not end until the rankings are completely determined. It can be said to be a carnival that lasts for several days and nights."
Most of the time, they watch others fight; they only fight a few times themselves. If they're unlucky, they might just step in briefly and then leave, possibly even being ridiculed.
In such a tense environment, the first few martial artists to step onto the stage were naturally under immense pressure.
Thump!
A chubby martial artist stepped onto the arena, his feet landing with a dull thud. He was as fat as a ball, his eyes squeezed into slits by his fat, and he slept around the other martial artists with a shifty look.
"It's Yuan Zhuang."
"This old guy's shameless playing style is notorious. I wonder who was so unlucky to be matched with him."
"Hmph, the first one to be blasted off the stage, that's going to be interesting to watch."
An elderly man with white hair and beard, his face ashen, swayed as he walked onto the stage. Judging from his unsteady gait, he had no intention of facing the chubby young man named Yuan Zhuang.
"Oh ho, it's Old Chen!"
"What bad luck! I heard that Old Chen went into seclusion for a whole year for this celebration, just to make a name for himself at the event. Who would have thought that he would run into Yuan Zhuang first? He's really unlucky!"
"I heard that when Elder Chen was young, he accidentally developed a demon in his heart during his cultivation. Since then, his cultivation has been stuck at the fifth level of the Divine Tribulation Realm for decades. He has not been able to break through to the sixth level of the Divine Tribulation Realm. Now he is old and frail. If he does not encounter an opportunity to help him break through, I'm afraid he will... alas!"
"Yuan Zhuang has already reached the eighth level of the Divine Tribulation Realm. Elder Yuan is definitely no match for him!"
"Damn it! Are all those sea stones I threw in going to go down the drain?!"
"You old bastard surnamed Chen! If you can't win this time, I'll definitely have someone deal with you later!"
Old Chen gave a wry smile, clasped his hands in a fist and said, "My name is Chen Quan. I beg Brother Yuan to show mercy."
"Show mercy?"
Yuan Zhuang chuckled lewdly.
"What a joke! The Dragon Ascension Ceremony doesn't forbid killing, so why should I show mercy?"
"As for you, old geezer, since you won't live for many more years anyway, you might as well just die peacefully at my hands, which would add some excitement to this celebration!"
"It's really annoying."
Ye Lingya shook his head, unable to help but frown.
Although Yuan Zhuang was not wrong, most of the martial artists participating in the Dragon Gate Ascension Celebration were rogue cultivators, and they were all desperately poor rogue cultivators. They all hoped that this would be a chance to soar to the sky and truly achieve the leap over the dragon gate. Therefore, they were prepared to die as early as when they registered for the celebration.
But these words, coming from Yuan Zhuang's mouth, were utterly irritating. Many cultivators in the audience frowned, showing their disgust at these remarks.
"Still as annoying as ever."
"So what if I dislike them? They have the right to say those things, what can you do about it?"
Chen Quan was clearly also provoked by Yuan Zhuang's ferocity. A flash of anger appeared in his eyes. He took a deep breath and, after the referee elder gave the order, his figure flashed out like lightning and appeared in front of Yuan Zhuang in an instant.
"Razer Drill!"
Crackling sounds!
The power of lightning suddenly erupted on the arena, but when it came into contact with Yuan Zhuang in front of him, it passed straight through as if it had come into contact with a layer of yellowish-brown mist.
"It's an afterimage!"
"That fatso isn't slow at all!"
"You don't understand, do you? Yuan Zhuang knows that his weakness is speed, so before participating in the Rising Dragon Gate celebration, he practiced a movement technique. Now, even Chen Quan, who is good at movement techniques, can't compare to him, not to mention that Chen Quan's cultivation level is not as good as his!"
"This Yuan Zhuang is really shrewd!"
Chen Quan's expression changed slightly. The sense of danger coming from behind made his hair stand on end. Almost instantly, he twisted his body and narrowly avoided Yuan Zhuang's palm strike!
The battle entered a fierce, white-hot phase as soon as it began.
Of course, this is how other martial artists see it.
“This Yuan Zhuang is clearly making a fool of Chen Quan.”
"It's a deep voice," Mo Ye said.
Shen Xiaohong nodded and said, "Brother Lin Ye is indeed discerning. That's right, Yuan Zhuang was just adding some excitement to the first part of the Rising Dragon Gate celebration. With his current cultivation level, he could have killed Chen Quan in one move, but he didn't. He was just toying with his opponent, first giving Chen Quan the illusion that he could defeat him, and then delivering a fatal blow at the crucial moment... How vicious!"
But it must be said that Yuan Zhuang made a good start to the celebration.
Just as Mo Ye and the other man had predicted, Chen Quan tried his best to kill Yuan Zhuang, but no matter how hard he tried, he was unable to deliver a fatal blow.
"I've had enough fun!"
Yuan Zhuang raised his hand with a grin, and a giant hammer appeared in his palm.
At the same time, his cultivation level was fully revealed!
Divine Tribulation Realm, Level Nine!
Chen Quan's expression changed drastically!
He wanted to leave the arena and surrender to save his life, but the vicious Yuan Zhuang would not give him that chance. The giant hammer fell, and the crimson flesh exploded instantly, covering the warriors around the arena from head to toe, and a stench of blood spread.
In the Endless Sea, there is no clear distinction between the demonic path and the righteous path. Whoever has the stronger cultivation is on the righteous path. Therefore, even if Yuan Zhuang does such a thing in public, no one will criticize him. On the contrary, they will think that he did the right thing and is an absolute powerhouse!
The warriors who had bet on Yuan Zhuang's victory erupted in cheers. He raised his hands high, accepting the praise of the crowd.
Nobody cared about Chen Quan, who had been smashed into a pile of minced meat.
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