Early in the morning, the weather was clear and King City was as lively as usual. However, many people had received news that the King City Martial Arts Tournament had one last round, which was to compete with a disciple from a Martial Arts Sect. Only by defeating that disciple could one obtain the final victory.
Hearing this news, Shen Xiang secretly cursed in his heart. He guessed that Chen Furong must have left King City to find this disciple, in order to prevent him from winning the King City Martial Arts Tournament.
"Rest assured, it is impossible for it to be an Inner Sect Disciple. Inner Sect Disciples do not have the leisure to come here. I think it should be a relatively strong Outer Sect Disciple, probably in the 8th level of the Mortal Martial Realm." Su Meiyao said. She and Bai Youyou were very clear about the Sect's matters.
"This is also good, don't let me down too much." Shen Xiang's heart was filled with a high fighting spirit.
In the square in front of the Yao Family's gate, tens of thousands of people had gathered. This was the finals, and it was a competition between two young disciples. Both of them were famous young experts.
Among the crowd, Chen Tianhu, Chen Yihan, Chen Haohai and others were hidden. Each of them led fifty Chen Family's elite disciples. As long as there was any sign of trouble, they would immediately take action.
Shen Xiang stepped onto the middle of the tournament stage, causing a commotion in the crowd.
"He actually dares to come. I heard that the Yao Family may take him down after the finals." A person said in surprise.
"It is said that the disappearance of the Yao Family's geniuses and elders is related to him. It seems that he was the one who killed them. The Yao Family will use this matter as an excuse to deal with him." A middle aged man said.
"He is so young, yet he has such courage. Two days ago, he killed Yao Chong in front of the Yao Family Elders. It is good to have strength, he is not afraid of other people's threats." A teenager said with a face full of envy.
"Of course, in this world, strength is respected. As long as you have strength, you have everything."
"..."
Listening to many people's discussion, Shen Xiang knew that the Yao Family had released the news that they were preparing to open a business with the Chen Family. This was a signal, and was very common in battles. Some forces would release rumors to warn or threaten other forces.
Not far from the martial arts stage, there was a tower. Inside the tower sat many luxuriously dressed people. Beside them were many maids and guards. With a single glance, one could tell that their status was extraordinary.
"The Emperor of the Southern Martial Empire also came to watch the battle. He came to cheer for his son. I heard that many experts from the Imperial Palace also came. Even the imperial concubines in the Imperial Palace came."
Shen Xiang's eyesight was very good. He could clearly see the person inside the pagoda. He could see a middle-aged man wearing a dragon robe with a dignified face and an extraordinary bearing. That was the Emperor.
The imperial power was only above the commoners, but to those powerful families, it was not even worth mentioning. In the eyes of those families, the emperor was only managing a country, allowing the country to develop in an orderly manner without falling into chaos. Those families could then reap benefits from the stability of the commoners.
The Crown Prince had arrived. He flew over from the distant pagoda. He was wearing a set of fiery red gorgeous clothes. Using his graceful movement technique, he landed on the martial stage, causing many girls to scream out loud.
Shen Xiang was secretly disdainful. In his heart, he said, "I'll let you be awe-inspiring. Wait a moment, I'll definitely beat your Emperor until he doesn't recognize you."
Song Nanming looked at Shen Xiang with a contemptuous expression and lightly said, "If you don't want to suffer less physical pain, you still have time."
"It's not too late."
Song Nanming certainly knew that Shen Xiang's strength was not bad, but he was very confident that he could win.
Shen Xiang looked at Song Nanming's arrogant and sinister face. In his heart, he guessed that Song Nanming must have other despicable tricks up his sleeve. At this time, he had to be more cautious, otherwise, he would be plotted against.
"Don't worry, my skin is thick. I'm just afraid that when you hit me, your hand will hurt." Shen Xiang replied. What he said was the truth.
"Humph, you don't know the immensity of heaven and earth." Song Nanming coldly snorted. He deliberately raised his voice so that the people in the square could hear.
Seeing Song Nanming putting on an act, Shen Xiang secretly laughed. If he didn't have a certain strength, no matter how he put on an act, it would be useless.
"Let's begin. If someone violates the rules, you will have to deal with the consequences!" An old man wearing a gray robe said. He was not a member of the Yao Family, but a relatively old martial artist. It was said that he was a descendant of the founder of the Martial Arts Tournament.
Song Nanming had already violated the rules, but there was no evidence, so Shen Xiang could not do anything to him.
At the beginning, Song Nanming took off his loose golden red robe. He wore a set of golden skintight clothes and golden boots. He looked very rich and powerful.
"Today, I'll let you experience the martial skills of our Southern Martial Empire's Royal Family. I'll let you experience the power of the [Dragon Martial Technique]!" Song Nanming said. His whole body fiercely burst out a strange aura. This aura was very similar to Shen Xiang's Azure Dragon True Qi, but it lacked a simple and dignified aura.
The "Dragon Martial Technique" was an ancient martial skill. According to legend, it was passed down from the time when the Divine Dragon transformed into a human and traveled the world. After using it, one would have the same aura and power as a dragon.
That was just a legend. It was certainly powerful, but it was hard to believe that it was as powerful as a dragon.
Seeing the blue veins on Song Nanming's fists flowing with a golden liquid, everyone could not help but exclaim. They did not expect to see the "Dragon Martial Technique" with their own eyes.
Shen Xiang narrowed his eyes and released his powerful and invisible divine sense. It shrouded Song Nanming's body. He could clearly feel the way the True Qi in Song Nanming's body was circulating. At the same time, he secretly memorized it in his mind, and then let his own True Qi flow according to that method.
"I didn't expect the 'Dragon Martial Technique' to appear in this secular world. You should learn it well." Su Meiyao transmitted to Shen Xiang.
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