Published: December 25, 2024
“You… you…”
The steward of the Tianji Pavilion stared blankly at Qin Chen, his face filled with shock and anger.
A martial artist from the Da Qian Dynasty actually died on the arena?
At this moment, his heart was filled with rage and fear. Regardless of the outcome of this assessment, he would definitely face punishment.
“What’s wrong with me?” Qin Chen sheathed his long sword and looked at the Tianji Pavilion steward calmly. “Just now, it was you who said, in the arena competition, there will naturally be accidents, life and death are determined by fate. Even if someone is killed, it can only be said they are not as skilled. You just said that not long ago; you wouldn’t have forgotten, would you?”
“You…”
The steward of the Tianji Pavilion looked at Qin Chen in shock and anger, his face alternating between green and white, yet he couldn't speak for a long time.
What he said earlier was indeed true, and countless martial artists on the scene heard it. He couldn't possibly deny it.
“Cui Zheng!”
At this moment, among the remaining martial artists from the Da Jin Dynasty, one person shouted in anger, his figure shifting as he instantly arrived on the arena, staring angrily at the green-clothed scholar lying on the ground, his mind shattered. He suddenly raised his head, his eyes red with fury, glaring at Qin Chen.
“Do you dare to kill someone from the Da Jin Dynasty?”
The man’s robe billowed, and a terrifying aura erupted from him, the cold killing intent like a great mountain, instantly enveloping Qin Chen.
“You are the next competitor from the Da Jin Dynasty?”
Faced with the opponent's furious killing intent, Qin Chen's expression remained unchanged, merely looking at him indifferently.
“Yes, that’s me. You think you can leave the arena alive after killing someone from the Da Jin Dynasty?”
The man produced two golden claws in his hands, his gaze icy as he looked at Qin Chen, his entire being radiating a murderous aura as if it had solidified.
Anyone could see that at this moment, the Da Jin Dynasty and the Da Wei Dynasty had reached a point of no return.
“Since the next competitor has taken the stage, can we announce the start of the competition?” Qin Chen turned to the Tianji Pavilion steward.
At this point, someone from the Da Jin Dynasty had already carried the green-clothed scholar Cui Zheng away. The Tianji Pavilion steward immediately spoke with a cold tone, “The competition begins.”
“Kill!”
The instant the Tianji Pavilion steward announced the start, the martial artist from the Da Jin Dynasty moved. This person had short brown hair and a scar on his face, and with his golden claws, he transformed into two beams of golden light, sweeping towards Qin Chen.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
The golden light carried an astonishing aura, transforming into countless claw shadows that enveloped Qin Chen tightly, leaving no room for evasion.
Moreover, those claw shadows were imbued with terrifying killing intent; each claw seemed capable of tearing through the void. Many ordinary Sixth Level Martial Venerables felt an inexplicable tightening in their hearts at the sight of this overwhelming claw shadow, their hearts nearly stopping from the pressure.
What immense power!
The crowd's expressions changed drastically. Under such an assault from claw shadows, let alone a young man, even a seasoned Sixth Level late-stage Martial Venerable might not be able to withstand it and would likely be crushed by a single claw.
The people from the Da Jin Dynasty were clearly enraged; they would not rest until that young man was dead.
As the golden claw shadows were about to descend, Qin Chen, shrouded by the claw shadow, curled his lips into a cold smile and suddenly vanished from his original position, reappearing outside the claw shadows the next moment.
With a thunderous boom, the claw shadows dissipated, and on the arena made of mysterious iron stone, sparks flew, and rubble scattered, but everything fell empty.
“What?”