Martial Master

“Indeed, Young Master Chen, let us go up as well. After all, we are also sixth rank Martial Venerables, so we won't hold back the Dawei Dynasty.”

Zhang Ying hurriedly spoke, a look of anticipation on his face.

To be honest, opportunities like this are rare, and they also wanted to go on stage to compete with the geniuses from the Hundred Dynasties. One reason was to help the Dawei Dynasty advance to a mid-level dynasty, and another was to verify the gap between themselves and the geniuses from the Hundred Dynasties.

Not just Zhang Ying, but also Di Tian and others showed expressions of expectation.

Leaving this group behind to watch as Qin Chen and the others compete on stage was indeed not a pleasant feeling.

Although they knew that their strength was indeed inferior to Qin Chen's, they still wanted to contribute.

“Everyone, there's no need to rush. Once we arrive at the Tianmo Secret Realm, each of you will face crises and battles. As for now, just leave it to the three of us,” Qin Chen shook his head.

You Qianxue and Wang Qiming were the two strongest among this group. If they couldn't hold the stage, then it would be useless for the others to go up.

“Let's go, we need to prepare.”

Qin Chen immediately led You Qianxue and Wang Qiming into the open space prepared by the Tiangong Pavilion.

“Who are you three? This is the preparation area for the genius martial artists applying for mid-level dynasties. Leave immediately.”

As soon as Qin Chen and the others entered the open space, a harsh voice suddenly echoed.

The steward responsible for arrangements at the Tiangong Pavilion hurried over, visibly angry.

What was up with these three youngsters? If they wanted to see the excitement, they should go to the audience area below, not come to the competition area. Were they trying to cause trouble?

If it weren't for the fact that one of the girls was stunningly beautiful and had an extraordinary aura, he might have even taken action to drive them away.

“We are martial artists from the Dawei Dynasty, here to participate in the competition.”

Qin Chen took out the application token issued by the Tiangong Pavilion earlier and said淡淡.

The steward of the Tiangong Pavilion was instantly stunned, as if he had seen a ghost, looking at Qin Chen and the others in disbelief: “You three are here to compete?”

After taking the application token from Qin Chen's hand, the steward examined it carefully for a long time. Once he confirmed it was genuine, he could only look at Qin Chen and his companions in silence.

“So you are here to compete. Why didn’t you say so earlier? What about the other two people?”

The steward assumed that Qin Chen and the three were just here to join the fun, and the real competitors were the other two.

Qin Chen shook his head: “There are no other people, just the three of us.”

No other people?

The steward stumbled, and the calm he had barely regained was once again lost. He stared at Qin Chen with wide eyes and asked, “Are you sure?”

He looked Qin Chen and the others up and down, nearly going crazy.

These three kids were all under twenty, right? Was it really that the Dawei Dynasty couldn't find any other martial artists?

“You must ensure this; each dynasty can have five competitors. Once you enter the open area, your participation will be complete. It will be impossible to add anyone later,” the steward said in a deep voice.

Qin Chen nodded: “Understood.”

“Alright, you may enter,” the steward said, looking at Qin Chen and his companions in disbelief.

The Dawei Dynasty?

Is this force out of their minds? They actually sent three kids to participate in the competition, knowing full well they couldn't make it, just to embarrass themselves?

But since the application token in Qin Chen's hand was genuine, the steward had no reason to stop him, although his gaze towards Qin Chen and the others was as if he had seen a ghost.

And this incident naturally caught the attention of other martial artists below the stage.