Martial Master

A group of elegant young men and women sat at a table not far away, wearing cold smiles.

Their attire was markedly different from that of the Five Nations, and their aura was distinctly superior, clearly indicating they were from the Great Wei Dynasty, outside the Five Nations.

"What did you say?" One of the young geniuses from the Five Nations couldn't help but snort coldly.

"What's wrong? Is it not true?" A blond young man swept his gaze over the crowd, his demeanor exuding superiority. "The Five Nations in the northwest are just a minor power on the continent, hidden away in a corner, and their low potential has made them extremely closed off, completely ignored by others. How could such a place possibly produce geniuses? The so-called Yu Wenfeng and other geniuses you speak of may have decent strength, but in Xuan Zhou, they are hardly impressive, let alone in the entire Great Wei Dynasty. Are you not just frogs at the bottom of a well?"

"Hehe, Brother Wu, why waste so much breath on this group of commoners? Any young martial artist from our Xuan Zhou could sweep through the Five Nations. Even if it's just the few of us here, we might as well reach the pinnacle."

"You're right. Even if they break through to the Xuan level, what can they do? Our geniuses from the Great Wei Dynasty can fight across levels, and our cultivation methods and martial skills far surpass this group of bumpkins. Even if we are not at their level, annihilating them would be effortless."

This group spoke freely in the face of the angry gazes from the crowd, with smiles at the corners of their mouths and a deep disdain in their expressions.

That contempt came from the very depths of their beings, causing the young geniuses from the Five Nations to feel their blood rush to their faces.

The earlier shouting young man from the Five Nations turned pale, his eyes filled with rage as he shouted, "You speak arrogantly! With just the few of you, do you think you can run wild in our Five Nations? You even dare to aspire to the pinnacle. You are simply ignorant of your own limitations."

Upon hearing this, the blond youth turned to him with a cold gaze and disdainfully asked, "Could it be that you are also one of the geniuses from these Five Nations? May I know your name?"

"Zhao Cheng of the Great Zhao Nation!"

His name drew gasps from those around.

Zhao Cheng was a well-known strong figure in the northwest's Five Nations, gaining considerable fame in the Great Zhao Nation. He almost made it to the finals in the last competition of the Five Nations. Over the years, his strength had evidently become even more terrifying.

"Looks like we have a genius from one of the five great nations of the northwest. No wonder you're so worked up."

The young geniuses from the Great Wei Dynasty burst into loud laughter, completely disregarding Zhao Cheng's furious glare.

"Hmph, putting on a show. Are all of you so-called geniuses from the Great Wei Dynasty just mouthpieces? Do any of you dare to fight me?" Zhao Cheng was even more enraged, his voice cold and commanding.

"What’s there to be afraid of? Just remember, swords and knives have no eyes; if you get hurt, don’t come crying to us." The blond youth raised his wine cup and took a sip, casting a glance at him with contempt.

"Hmph, all talk! Here, take this!"

Zhao Cheng bellowed and leaped forward.

Clang!

His weapon was a black war knife, and as he infused it with true energy, a terrifying blade aura surged through the inn, transforming into a roaring tiger that lunged toward the blond youth.

"Break!"

The blond youth didn’t even draw his weapon; instead, he extended his clawed right hand and forcefully grabbed the roaring tiger's head. Surprisingly, he rendered the tiger formed from blade aura immobile. Then, with a twist, the tiger exploded, scattering blade energy everywhere and causing many people around to change color.

"Is this your confidence?" The blond youth raised his wine cup and took a sip, mocking him.

"Damn it! Heavenly Blade Nine Slashes!"