Martial Master

However, opportunities were too scarce, and there were too many martial artists; usually, they had no chance to display their abilities.

But now, such a good opportunity had actually been seized by Cheng Xiong.

The crowd was frustrated, regretting it to the point where their intestines turned green.

“Eh, why hasn’t Cheng Xiong made a move yet?”

However, the situation on the field left people puzzled.

Cheng Xiong seemed to be stunned, merely posing but not attacking at all.

This guy had taken such a big advantage; was he not done posing yet?

The crowd didn’t understand that Cheng Xiong had a bitter truth he couldn’t speak out loud. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to make a move, but rather that he didn’t dare to.

Because he felt that he was not facing a person at all, but rather a savage beast from the ancient wilderness. If he were to make a move, he might face a terrifying counterattack and lose his life in an instant.

And under the pressure of that aura, he didn’t even dare to open his mouth, fearing he would suffer the same fate as Qin Chen.

Cold sweat poured down his forehead, soaking his entire body. He felt extremely exhausted, not physically, but mentally, just wanting to lie down and rest, not wanting to lift a finger. He never wanted to see this monster again in his life.

“Wait, why is Cheng Xiong covered in cold sweat?”

Even if the crowd couldn’t comprehend the undercurrents between Qin Chen and Cheng Xiong, they only needed to look at Cheng Xiong’s drenched head to know he was in an extremely unfavorable situation.

They were all shocked; Qin Chen hadn’t even made a move yet, yet Cheng Xiong looked as if he had just fought a grueling battle and was on the verge of death.

Was this kid that terrifying?

Ji Ruri and Ziyun Fairy were also astonished. They were relatively close to Qin Chen, and the kind of pressure was too horrifying, as if an ancient demon was staring at them.

It was as if what they were looking at was not a person but a deep abyss.

What was that saying again?

When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss also gazes back at you.

And Qin Chen was now that abyss, as if he could easily swallow them whole, leaving them with no place to die.

Qin Chen smiled slightly, retracting his aura, instantly appearing harmless, but his gaze remained indifferent, emitting a chilling aura.

Thud, thud, thud!

Cheng Xiong was released, immediately retreating a few steps, nearly dropping his wolf-toothed club, his legs trembling, turning to flee.

What glory and wealth, what showing off—he no longer wanted any of it. At that moment, all he could feel was one thought—being alive was so good!

Now, the crowd didn’t dare to say anything more.

Even a fool could see that Qin Chen was unbelievably strong, making Cheng Xiong not even have the courage to attack.

But how could this be possible? Even a Martial God in the early stages of the Nineth Level couldn’t scare a peak Martial Emperor to the point where he didn’t dare to attack, right?

Or was there another hidden reason?

Hmm, it must be that way.

The crowd pondered, still feeling there was something off here. Perhaps this was a performance between Cheng Xiong and that kid, deliberately showing off in front of the Young Master. It wasn’t impossible.

Otherwise, how could one explain Cheng Xiong not even having the courage to strike?

Because that completely defied common sense.

Qin Chen calmly said, “Now can you let Xu Dongsheng come out, huh, if Xu Dongsheng isn’t here, his subordinates will do. I’m just here to stir up trouble.”

“You little brat, don’t be so arrogant. How dare you slander Young Master Xu? You’re seeking death.”

Just then, a furious shout rang out, and a terrifying streak of light rushed over from a distance.

Boom!

This was a middle-aged man with green hair, his energy surging, his cultivation evidently reaching half-step Martial God, with a terrifyingly strong aura.

He came over forcefully, bang bang bang, scattering the crowd, who didn’t dare to block him, like a war god.