My Martial Dao Has No Bottlenecks

The Autumn Grand Competition arrived as scheduled.

At the Martial Arts Academy’s Martial Arts Arena, banners fluttered and the crowd was in an uproar.

The major families and all the powers of the city, big and small, had sent representatives to observe the ceremony.

Unlike previous years, an extra seat had been set up on the high platform, next to the main seat of honor.

At 7:00 AM sharp, the bell chimed nine times.

Dean Bai Hong, Lü Bingchen, and several other Masters ascended the platform and took their seats.

Then, a slightly pale Wang Teng and Yun Jinghong sat down in the area designated for True Disciples, but Liang Cheng was nowhere to be seen.

The next moment, a figure strode through the air from the direction of True Inheritance Peak. His form was like a soaring dragon, and within a few breaths, he had landed steadily on the high platform, standing beside Bai Hong.

He wore black robes, a long saber hanging from his waist.

His expression was calm.

It was Liang Cheng.

The entire arena fell silent.

A moment later, gasps and murmurs erupted.

"Is that Liang Zhenchuan?"

"Why is he on the main platform? And standing next to Dean Bai?"

"I heard that Liang Zhenchuan is presiding over the Martial Arts Academy’s Autumn Grand Competition this time!"

"What?! Presiding over the competition?"

"Hasn’t it always been a senior Master or Elder Yan?"

"It seems the Martial Arts Academy is making it clear to everyone: Liang Cheng is now part of the academy’s true upper echelon, with a status comparable to a Master!"

Below the stage, the Chief Stewards of the major families exchanged glances, all of them speechless with shock.

What kind of signal did it send, letting a nineteen-year-old True Disciple preside over the entire academy’s grand competition?

It meant that the Martial Arts Academy already saw Liang Cheng as a core pillar of the next generation—perhaps even a future candidate for Dean!

This was to completely legitimize his name and establish his unshakeable position as the number one True Inheritor.

The Lu Family Patriarch, Lu Mingyuan, sat in the front row. Gazing at the young man on the stage, who stood as steady as a mountain, he was filled with emotion.

’Who would have thought that the young genius Lu Qingzhou chose to back would, in such a short time, reach a height that even I have to look up to.’

Yun Jinghong stood at the front of the True Disciple ranks, sword in his arms. He looked up at Liang Cheng on the stage, his eyes holding not a trace of jealousy, only a pure, burning will to fight.

’That position... I’ll get there one day, too!’

’But not now.’

He knew there was still a gap between him and Liang Cheng that he would have to struggle to close.

When he turned his head, he saw Wang Teng, whose expression was now identical to his own.

Wang Teng seemed to sense Yun Jinghong’s gaze. He was startled for a moment, then gave a slight nod.

’From now on, just like Yun Jinghong, I am merely a pursuer.’

Liang Cheng paid no mind to the commotion below. He took a step forward, his gaze sweeping across the entire arena. Without any unnecessary words or a lengthy opening, he projected his voice with True Qi, making it ring clearly in everyone’s ears.

"The Autumn Grand Competition begins now."

"The rules are the same as always. Lots will be drawn to determine the order, and victors will be decided on the tournament stage."

"But there is one thing you must all remember!"

He paused, and an invisible aura spread out with his words, swiftly silencing the noisy arena.

"Sparring matches are about skill. Stop when a victor is clear. Anyone who intentionally maims a fellow disciple or uses malicious and insidious methods will be severely punished without exception."

His words were concise and left no room for doubt.

The grand competition began immediately.

Liang Cheng returned to his seat and watched in silence.

But his very presence was an invisible deterrent—and a benchmark.

The disciples sparring on stage were currently only Human House Disciples, but they all subconsciously pushed themselves to their peak condition, fighting with exceptional effort.

Who wouldn’t want to leave a good impression on the number one True Inheritor?

Besides, this was someone who had genuinely fought his way up from being a Human House Disciple himself.

A day passed, and the competition for the Human House Disciples concluded.

The representatives of the major families departed, but the name of Liang Cheng, the Martial Arts Academy’s number one True Inheritor, quickly spread throughout Lin Wu City.

Over the next two days, the Autumn Grand Competition proceeded in an orderly fashion. No one dared to slack off.

During this competition, Zhao Yuan and Li Mu challenged disciples from the Celestial Dormitory. Although Zhao Yuan had been injured before, thanks to the resources supplied by Liang Cheng, his Cultivation hadn’t fallen too far behind.

Their opponents were veteran Celestial Dormitory disciples whose Cultivation had reached Transformation Force Perfection and were formidable in strength. Zhao Yuan and Li Mu won their matches successfully, though not without some close calls.

On the high platform, Lü Bingchen stroked his beard and smiled. "Those two have good temperaments and solid foundations. Liang Cheng, I hear they’re working for you now?"

"Yes."

Liang Cheng nodded. "Junior Brothers Li Mu and Zhao Yuan are reliable in their duties and diligent in their Cultivation."

"Mm, they are promising."

Bai Hong also offered his assessment.

After this battle, Li Mu and Zhao Yuan officially secured their places as Celestial Dormitory disciples. They couldn’t help but look toward the high platform, where Liang Cheng gave them a slight nod.

Afterward, someone else challenged Lu Qingzhou, trying to take advantage of his previous injuries. However, Lu Qingzhou had already fully recovered and gave his opponent no chance at all.

As the grand competition drew to a close, the setting sun cast a golden glow over the Martial Arts Arena.

Bai Hong stood up, about to announce the end of the competition and reward the winners.

Just then, the sound of synchronized footsteps suddenly came from the entrance of the Martial Arts Arena.

The crowd parted as a troop of about fifty elite guards in Black Armor strode in, surrounding a single person.

The newcomer wore a dark brocade robe, the City Lord’s Seal hanging at his waist. His face was stern and majestic—it was none other than City Lord Shen Jun.

’What is this all about?’

’This is just the Martial Arts Academy’s Autumn Grand Competition. The City Lord doesn’t usually attend. Has something major happened again?’

Doubt and suspicion filled the hearts of everyone in the viewing stands, and murmurs began to rise.

Shen Jun walked straight to the foot of the high platform. He cupped his hands slightly toward Bai Hong and said with a smile, "Dean Bai, Master Lü, esteemed guests, I have come uninvited. I hope you don’t mind."

"City Lord Shen, your presence brings honor to our humble academy."

Bai Hong clearly knew what was happening, but he still smiled and asked, "May I ask what brings the City Lord here today?"

Shen Jun smiled faintly. His gaze shifted to Liang Cheng, who stood beside Bai Hong and the others. He then spoke in a resonant voice that carried across the entire Martial Arts Arena.