Martial Master

“I actually lost!”

Outside of Gu Nan Du, Meng Xingjue suddenly fell, his entire being in a daze.

In his imagination, his strength was enough to challenge the three great talents, but unexpectedly, he lost to a disciple from the Five Nations. He couldn’t accept such a result for a moment.

“It was actually Qin Chen who won.”

“Hard to believe.”

“That Qin Chen is actually this strong.”

“Even Meng Xingjue has lost, who else can stop his steps?”

“Top six, is this kid trying to defy the heavens?”

The crowd erupted, completely going insane.

If until now, people still thought that Qin Chen relied on luck to get this far, then they were truly foolish.

To defeat Meng Xingjue could not be explained by luck; at this level, every contestant was not easy to deal with. Relying on luck was simply impossible.

“With the peak cultivation of the early Mystic Level, defeating the peak of the late Mystic Level Meng Xingjue, how does it feel like a fairy tale?”

“With the strength Meng Xingjue previously displayed, he was enough to defeat an ordinary early-stage Wuzong. Doesn’t that mean Qin Chen is not inferior to even a late-stage Wuzong?”

“This is too exaggerated; he is only at the peak of early Mystic Level, yet can rival a Wuzong expert. Such a thing simply cannot happen in our Da Wei Dynasty. How could a disciple of the Five Nations…”

Until the end of the competition, everyone still couldn’t accept this result, each one of them trembling in their hearts.

“This child is too terrifying, his growth speed is so fast. If we cannot kill him this time and seize the Qinglian Demon Fire, it will be difficult to achieve next time.”

Among the crowd, the cloaked man’s expression was gloomy.

He was not too shocked by Qin Chen defeating Meng Xingjue.

Back at Wu City, Qin Chen was able to clash with late Mystic Level experts even with his Heavenly Level cultivation. Now that he has broken through to the Mystic Level, defeating a peak late-stage genius is not surprising.

What shocked the cloaked man was still Qin Chen’s growth speed.

He could sense that Qin Chen had not yet unleashed his true strength. He clearly remembered that back outside Wu City, even with a peak fourth-tier grand formation, it could not trap this kid; he easily broke it and even repaired it into a fifth-tier formation, nearly trapping himself.

Now that he has broken through to the peak of early Mystic Level, how much has Qin Chen’s strength increased?

“After this Gu Nan Du tournament ends, regardless of the outcome, this child must die; otherwise, my Qinglian Demon Fire will probably never be retrieved.”

Clenching his teeth in secret, a cold and fierce light shot from the cloaked man’s eyes.

And after the match between Qin Chen and Meng Xingjue ended.

On the other two stages, battles were also intensifying.

On the stage of Yuwen Feng and Hua Tiandu, both sides' auras erupted.

Yuwen Feng, hailed as the number one genius of the Five Nations, the winner of the last Five Nations competition, this time broke through to the late Mystic Level at the age of twenty-four, entering the top twelve.

He was also the only one among all disciples of the Five Nations present who broke through to the late Mystic Level.

His rise was at least five years earlier than Qin Chen, and his name had long been spread throughout the Five Nations, truly renowned, with no one unaware.

Now, he represented the Five Nations to battle against the three great talents, Hua Tiandu.

He wanted to prove to the world that even in the land of the Five Nations, geniuses could rise, not weaker than anyone.

His eyes were fiery, firmly locking onto Hua Tiandu, his whole body exuding momentum, determination evident in his gaze.

In contrast, Hua Tiandu had a calm expression; from the beginning of the match until now, no one had really seen him use his full strength. Perhaps in his eyes, apart from the three great talents, the other opponents didn’t even qualify to be his warm-up.

He coldly looked at the eager Yuwen Feng, and in his disdainful gaze was an air of indifference.