Chapter 99 - 93: Martial Arts Exchange Finale
Chen Xuanfeng was in his fifties, with a refined appearance and an outstanding disposition. He looked like a worldly master living in seclusion.
"Changfeng, how strong is my opponent? Do I have a chance to secure this final victory for our Jiangnan Prefecture?" Chen Xuanfeng asked slowly as he stood up.
Chen Xuanfeng’s opponent.
Name: Li Ming
Root Bone: B Class+
Talent: Low-Grade Basic Light Body Talent.
These stats were, to put it mildly, abysmal. He was clearly just here to fill a spot.
’Could it be that the Daliang National Preceptor has bet everything on the first few Demon Fiend Bloodline users who fought?’
Lu Changfeng glanced at the Daliang National Preceptor on the high platform. The man’s face was expressionless, revealing nothing.
"What is it, Younger Brother Lu?" Chen Xuanfeng asked again.
Lu Changfeng replied, "Elder Chen, your opponent’s strength isn’t particularly outstanding. You might have a chance to win this match."
"Oh? That would be for the best."
Chen Xuanfeng leaped onto the square. The Shadowless Sect was also a Sect that specialized in Lightweight Skills.
Its Inner Sect’s Ultimate Technique, ’Traceless’, could make one’s tracks vanish in broad daylight.
Li Ming from Daliang Country also took the stage.
He also possessed a Light Body Talent, and his movements seemed graceful as he leaped about.
However, compared to Chen Xuanfeng, his mastery of Lightweight Skill was clearly a whole level lower.
With a sword in hand, Chen Xuanfeng’s figure moved like a specter as he took the initiative and slashed toward Li Ming.
Li Ming’s face showed panic, as if he really was just there to fill a spot, but he steeled himself and raised his blade to engage Chen Xuanfeng.
The distance between the two quickly closed to just a few meters. Suddenly, a mysterious smile appeared on Li Ming’s panicked face.
He took an object from his robes and slammed it violently onto the ground.
BOOM!!
The hard granite floor of the Royal Palace Square was blown apart.
A cloud of smoke ten meters in diameter enveloped the two of them.
"A Heaven-shaking Thunder?" Mansion Master Hong Ying shot to his feet!
The Heaven-shaking Thunder was an extremely expensive protective item from Daliang Country. Made from special materials, each one cost over a hundred gold coins to produce.
Its explosive power was astonishing. Even a Martial Artist at the Bone Refining Realm could be killed instantly if caught in the blast at close range.
The Daliang National Preceptor remained expressionless. "Mansion Master, please calm down. There’s no rule against using external items, is there?"
Hong Ying slowly sat back down. "What’s the point? Your Daliang Country contestant is sure to die as well."
"That’s not necessarily true," the National Preceptor replied.
On the square, the smoke slowly dissipated.
All that could be seen on the field was a mess of pulverized flesh and shattered bone.
But in the center of the field, an object was still moving.
It was Li Ming.
His four limbs had been blown to pieces, but he had secretly been wearing a set of hooded protective armor. The armor had saved his torso and head, preserving his life.
"Your contestant is dead, and ours is still alive. The outcome is decided, is it not?" the National Preceptor said.
Hong Ying didn’t reply. His mind was already racing. ’With Daliang Country showing such resolve, I fear war will be unavoidable in the future.’
’If Jiangnan Prefecture falls into chaos, then the Song Country will truly be...’
Hong Ying was lost in his thoughts.
The common folk outside the arena erupted in curses, "Those despicable, shameless Daliang dogs! May they die a horrible death!"
The members of the Shadowless Sect almost stormed the field but were stopped by the Royal Palace Guards.
In the Jiangnan Prefecture contestants’ seating area, everyone clenched their fists, their eyes practically spitting fire.
Not only had the smile vanished from Bai Yimeng’s face, but her brow was also tightly furrowed.
A hint of killing intent flickered in Lu Changfeng’s eyes.
’Perfect. I’m just short on nutrients to break through to the Ninth Layer of the Blood Forging Realm.’
’The Daliang Mission seems like a good source of said nutrients.’
’The mission is expected to leave Jiangzhou tomorrow.’
’I’ll have to notify Xuansha to hurry up and make the arrangements.’
Lu Changfeng estimated the mission’s strength.
’If the Dark Buddha Demon Sect goes all out, they should be able to take down the entire mission.’
’The Royal Palace and the Righteous Dao factions of Jiangnan Prefecture are wary of Daliang Country and won’t dare to make a move.’
’But the Saint Demon Sect Saint Master has no such reservations!’
’The mission has a considerable number of Grand Martial Artists and Martial Sects of the Bone Refining Realm. I can have Xuansha help refine them into Buddha Heart Pills for me to break through to the Ninth Layer of the Blood Forging Realm.’
’There are also several with Demon Fiend Bloodlines. They can be made into Human Pigs, which are specially used for refining bloodlines.’
Lu Changfeng calculated in his mind.
He already considered the members of the mission to be as good as his.
...
Using the Heaven-shaking Thunder, Daliang brought the score to four-to-three.
"Damn it all! Let me be the one to end this Martial Arts Conference!"
Song Country’s next contestant, Yuann Kong, his blood boiling with rage, roared furiously.
Elder Yuann Kong of the Ape Sect, one of the Ten Great Sects of Jiangnan Prefecture.
Name: Yuann Kong
Root Bone: Upper A
Talent: High-Grade Talent [Staff Demon]
Yuann Kong, now over sixty, had immersed himself in his Staff Technique to the point of Mastery.
It was rumored that Yuann Kong had already condensed an Advanced Martial Arts True Intent for his staff technique.
That was why the Mansion Master had placed him as the second-to-last contestant.
The Mansion Master considered him the strongest of the three Grand Martial Artists competing this time.
"Elder Yuann Kong, your opponent, Weijing, possesses decent Swordsmanship and has an extremely strong Demon Fiend Bloodline. Please be very careful," Lu Changfeng said slowly, looking at the interface.
Name: Weijing
Root Bone: Middle A Class
Talent: Middle Grade Talent [Swordsmanship]
Bloodline Talent: [Ancient Snow Python 1%]
A one percent bloodline concentration meant Weijing’s Bloodline Power would be even stronger.
Even if Yuann Kong had truly condensed an Advanced Martial Arts True Intent, he would still need to take this fight seriously.
"Got it, Younger Brother Lu. Thanks." Holding his Demon-Slaying Staff, Yuann Kong leaped onto the square.
Yuann Kong’s opponent, Weijing, walked up slowly, holding a long white sword.
"You spawn of evil! Eat my staff!"
Yuann Kong was a hot-tempered man; he went straight into a berserk mode the moment he got on stage.