Martial Master

“Ha ha, Zhou Xun actually encountered a disciple from the Five Nations, isn’t that just too lucky?”

“Hehe, I have an impression of this kid, he has a good relationship with Qin Chen, his cultivation level should have just reached the late Heaven Level before the preliminaries, but with the help of the Heavenly Dao Divine Light, he barely advanced to the mid Mystic Level.”

“With Zhou Xun's strength, defeating him will definitely be a piece of cake.”

“Hehe, I must say, Zhou Xun really has some dogshit luck; he practically picked up a bargain in this first round.”

The other contestants from the Da Wei Dynasty revealed expressions of envy.

In their view, the ancient southern capital arena matches are fraught with risks, and to obtain the qualification for inheritance, one must at least win three rounds.

Therefore, each match is extremely important and cannot afford any mistakes.

If they can encounter a disciple from the Five Nations in the first round, it will mean an early victory, which is extremely crucial for them.

After all, after the baptism of the Heavenly Dao Divine Light, everyone’s cultivation is very close, generally around the mid Mystic Level. Whether one can enter the top twelve may hinge on just one match.

“Wang Qiming is up; I wonder if he has a chance to win!”

“Hopefully, he can make it through.”

“However, his opponent is actually a master from the Da Wei Dynasty, and looking at his aura, he doesn’t seem weak either.”

“Sigh, that’s dangerous.”

The people from the Five Nations were also tense, especially Xiao Jing, Zhao Wei, and the others, all of whom came from the Da Qi Kingdom, naturally hoping to see Wang Qiming win.

As for the disciples from the Da Wei Dynasty, they showed no concern on their faces; after a brief glance, they turned their attention elsewhere, completely indifferent to the duel between the two.

“Zhou Xun really picked up a cheap win; such a match is nothing to see.”

“Indeed, it’s really dull; the outcome is a certainty.”

“Why not see how strong the others are? After all, we also have to compete next.”

The crowd’s gaze quickly swept across the six arenas, searching for duels that interested them.

For them, such matches do not necessarily get more intense with a larger gap in strength.

After all, if the strength of both sides differs too greatly, the outcome can often be decided in just one or two moves, and there’s not much to see. Moreover, weaker contestants cannot force the stronger ones to use their full strength, so there’s no excitement; the most engaging matches are actually those where both sides are evenly matched, and the stronger the opponents are, the more spectacular the match becomes.

“Kid, in three moves, I’ll make you roll off the stage.”

On the arena, Zhou Xun appeared relaxed, looking down on Wang Qiming with disdain and contempt in his eyes.

“Is that so? Just based on you!”

Wang Qiming’s expression was cold, his face steady as a rock, not acknowledging the provocation.

Raising an eyebrow, Zhou Xun’s expression turned icy as he sneered, “It seems you are very confident in yourself. I once had someone in front of me as confident as you; unfortunately, they all ended up dead at my hands. You, a mere ant from the Five Nations, a despicable inferior breed, don’t know where your confidence comes from!”

Zhou Xun’s tone carried an air of superiority, revealing an innate disdain for people from the Five Nations.

In fact, most disciples from the Da Wei Dynasty also looked down upon those from the Five Nations. They believed that the only reason these people could participate in the assessment was the kindness of the powerful from Xuanzhou. However, when the actual competition ended, all people from the Five Nations should be eliminated.

“Ha ha, Zhou Xun, well said.”

“Give this guy a lesson; let them know that inferior breeds are just inferior breeds, and never dream they can have a day to rise.”

“Such despicable lowly people should kneel on the ground, looking up at our existence and becoming our servants.”