"Hehe, greetings, Family Heads. I happened to come to Jiang City for some business, so I'll take a look at the young talents of your families. Please take a seat."
Zhao Qi waved his hand and said.
Seeing Zhao Qi take a seat, the Family Heads sat down one after another.
Zhao Qi's arrival made the Family Heads feel a little pressure. Jiang City was just a small city, so they were still afraid of the imperial court.
The captain on the stage shouted, "Let the competition begin."
"The first round, Zhang Han from the Zhang Family versus Shen Fei from the Shen Family."
The first round was between the Shen Family and the Shen Family.
Behind Shen Lang, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy stepped out. He came to Shen Wuming and gave a salute. Then he jumped onto the stage.
On the opposite side, there was also a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy from the Zhang Family. The two came to the stage and saluted each other. Then they got into a fighting stance.
Both of them were at the Houtian Fifth Stage. Their fighting was impressive, but in Shen Lang's eyes, it was like a fight between children.
"Ha."
"Tiger Fist."
Shen Fei fiercely threw out a punch, which carried a faint tiger's roar.
Zhang Han knew that he couldn't take Shen Fei's punch directly. Then he tapped his feet lightly and dodged to the side.
But Shen Fei's punch was too fast. Zhang Han was hit in the shoulder. In the end, Zhang Han couldn't defeat Shen Fei because of the injury on his shoulder and was knocked off the stage.
Shen Fei excitedly walked down the stage and came to Shen Wuming. He said, "Shen Fei, fortunately, I didn't disappoint you."
Shen Wuming smiled and nodded. "Well, not bad. You can go to the Sutra Pavilion and choose a book of martial arts when you go back."
Shen Fei excitedly clenched his fist and said, "Thank you, Family Head."
Then it was a chaotic battle between the four families. Among them, the Shen Family won and lost.
"The next round, Shen Lang from the Shen Family versus Su Mo from the Su Family."
The captain's shout resounded through the arena.
Hearing Shen Lang's name, the Shen Family's children were all shocked.
In their hearts, Shen Lang was invincible.
With his hands behind his back, Shenlang walked onto the stage with a calm expression.
Su Mo of the Su Family was a woman. She looked rather delicate and pretty. She was dressed in white, and her legs were long and slender.
Only the descendants of the Shen Family knew how terrifying Shenlang's strength was. Su Mo did not know about Shenlang's strength at all. She only thought that Shenlang was just an ordinary descendant of the Shen Family.
Su Mo then cupped her fists at Shenlang and said, "Please."
Shenlang nodded indifferently.
As Shenlang went on stage, Bai Zizai and Bai Lingshan paid close attention to him.
Last time at the Shen Family, Shenlang's strength was already very terrifying. After not seeing him for so long, he didn't know what level he had reached now.
Wei Long, who was beside Wei Zhang, also narrowed his eyes and looked at Shenlang on the stage. From the first time he saw Shenlang, he felt a sense of threat from him.
Seeing Shenlang's posture, Su Mo frowned and said, "This person is so rude."
Then she used the Su Family's Wind Steps and rushed toward Shenlang.
The Su Family's martial arts were good at body movement. Su Mo's figure was erratic, sometimes left and sometimes right. Just as Su Mo arrived at Shenlang's right side, she shouted and kicked out in the air.
Shenlang did not move. He gently raised his right arm and easily blocked Su Mo's kick.
"Slow, too slow."
Shenlang curled his lips in disdain.
Su Mo was at the Acquired Seventh Stage. She was not weak among the same level, but meeting Shenlang could only be a tragedy.
No matter where Su Mo attacked from, Shen Lang would only block with one hand. After countless attacks, Su Mo was so tired that she was drenched in sweat and panting. However, she did not even manage to touch the corner of Shen Lang's shirt.
At this time, Su Xinghe frowned and said, "Feng 'er, if it were you, what would you do?"
Behind Su Xinghe, there was a boy with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes. He pondered and said, "Father, this Shenlang's strength is probably above the Acquired Eighth Stage, and he didn't use his full strength at all. I don't know how to deal with it. When the time comes, I can only improvise."
Su Xinghe's eyes flashed a glimmer of light and murmured, "It seems that your enemy this time is not only Bai Lingshan."
Zhao Qi, who was sitting on the high platform, looked at Shenlang with great interest. Shenlang's strength was nothing in his eyes, but Shenlang's performance made him a little interested. In the whole Zhenwu Continent, Shenlang's talent could only be regarded as above average, but in Jiang City, Shenlang was definitely a top genius. Moreover, he could see that Shenlang did not use his full strength. What he was interested in was how strong Shenlang's strength was in the end.
Geniuses could not be judged by their superficial strength. To those geniuses, skipping levels to fight was as simple as drinking cold water.
At this time, Su Mo on the stage had exhausted her last bit of strength, but she didn't even touch Shenlang's clothes. She could only glare at him with hatred and unwillingly admit defeat.
There was no other way. She had no strength left. If she continued to fight, she would only be asking for humiliation.
Shenlang shrugged and walked down the stage.
From the beginning of the Grand Competition until now, Shenlang's battle was the easiest. The others' battles were all very enjoyable, but Shenlang was the only one who made others admit defeat.
When he returned to the Shen Family's camp, the Shen Family's disciples greeted Shenlang with respect.
Shenlang turned a blind eye to these gazes and quietly returned to Shen Wuming's side.
After Shenlang's battle, a few more battles took place one after another. Finally, the top four were determined. They were Bai Lingshan, Shenlang, Zhang Yuan, and Su Feng from the Bai Family.
One person from each of the four major families was shortlisted.
"Alright, let the final Grand Competition begin."
The captain on the stage paused for a moment, glanced around with a smile, and then shouted loudly.
"The first battle is between Shenlang and Su Feng from the Su Family."
As soon as the captain's voice fell, the atmosphere in the entire martial arts arena was lifted.
Some of the Patriarchs from the smaller families also sat up straight and prepared to watch the final battle. This was because the final winner would determine the future development of their families.
Whoever won, the smaller families that were close to the winning family would also rise.
Shen Lang slammed the weapon box on the stage with a 'peng' sound. He looked at Su Feng indifferently and slowly said, "I will only use one move. If you can block it, I will admit defeat."
"Wow!"
The crowd below the stage suddenly went into an uproar. This Shenlang was too arrogant. If he was fighting with the branch disciples of the four major families, they wouldn't be too surprised if he said that. However, when facing the strongest genius of the Su Family, Su Feng, he actually dared to say that. Wasn't he courting death?
Although Su Feng wasn't as popular as Bai Lingshan, Su Feng was also a famous genius in Rivertown. Everyone had secretly guessed that the final battle with Bai Lingshan would be between Su Feng and Su Feng. As for Shenlang, they only treated him as a dark horse. It was already very good for him to be able to compete with Su Feng in the finals. However, they didn't expect that Shenlang would be so arrogant. He didn't even put Su Feng in his eyes.
Sure enough, Su Feng, who had always been gentle, had a gloomy expression when he heard Shenlang's words.
"Alright, you are arrogant enough. Then let me experience your skills."
Su Feng gritted his teeth and said.
Su Xinghe's expression also turned serious. He thought that Su Feng and Shenlang would have an intense battle. However, he didn't expect that Shenlang would choose such a way to compete.
Bai Lingshan, who was below the stage, also frowned. In the battle between Shenlang and Su Feng, she knew that the final winner would be Shenlang. However, Shenlang's way of doing things made her feel that he was a bit arrogant.
She knew about the Su Family's Qing Gong. She didn't believe that Su Feng couldn't withstand one move from Shenlang.
Bang!
Shenlang slapped the weapon box. Instantly, a golden light soared into the sky. With a light stomp, Shenlang caught the golden light in the air and chopped down with the Hua Mountain Splitting Force.
This move was majestic, as if a mountain was pressing down. Even the people below the stage could feel the power of this blade.
Su Feng, who was on the stage, was preparing to dodge with his Qing Gong. However, he suddenly realized something that made him extremely scared. Facing Shenlang's blade, he felt that no matter how he dodged, he would be hit by this blade.
Zhao Qi, who was on the stage, was shocked. Shenlang's blade actually had Blade Force.
Force was the sublimation of martial skills. Every martial skill that was practiced to the peak would produce Force.
If one mastered Force, they would definitely comprehend Intent. The next realm of Force was Intent, which was also commonly known as Blade Intent.
Intent! Intent was the same.
A martial art with willpower was no longer a martial art. No matter what it was in the world, as long as it had willpower, it would not be ordinary. A person with willpower would become the overlord of the world. A saber with willpower would become the emperor of sabers.
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