Today was the Earth Spirit Region's Martial Competition that was held once every five years. In every Martial Competition, there would be many talented youths who would be recruited by the four top families.
From then on, they would have a meteoric rise. In this year's Martial Competition, many disciples of small and medium sized families wanted to prove themselves. As long as they could join the four top families, the power behind them would also rise.
Last week's youth gathering, because of Jiang Cheng's appearance, he quickly became the hot topic of many warriors. It was revealed that on the day of the gathering, Wang Xiaohui had threatened to kill Jiang Cheng in the Martial Competition.
Some people said that Jiang Cheng's cultivation was comparable to a Nine Star Source General, while others said that he was just a clown. But no matter what, Jiang Cheng's reputation in Wang Capital City was known by everyone. There were even people who set up bets at the Treasure Inn in Wang Capital City, betting on the battle between Jiang Cheng and Wang Xiaohui.
This method quickly became popular in Wang Capital City. Many warriors came to place their bets. In the end, there were tens of thousands of warriors who participated, but only twenty percent of them bet on Jiang Cheng. Most of them thought that Wang Xiaohui would win.
Inside Eight Directions Inn, Jiang Cheng didn't know what was happening in the outside world. In this week, he didn't leave his room and instead entered a deep level of cultivation.
Jiang Cheng calculated the time and knew that today was the day of the Martial Competition. He slowly opened his eyes. He found that the condition to open the fifth holy point of the Ten Perfection Art could not be fulfilled in the Earth Spirit Region. This was because the wild spirit energy in the Earth Spirit Region could only support him to open the fourth holy point. Jiang Cheng felt helpless about this. He didn't know if the Divine Continent could support him to open more holy points.
At this time, there was a sudden knock on the door. Jiang Cheng's thoughts moved and he said with a smile, "Brother Qingcang, please come in!"
Liu Qingcang pushed the door open and entered. He looked strangely at Jiang Cheng, "Brother Jiang, how did you know it was me outside the door!
If you can understand the soul one day, you will find many wondrous uses! "
Seeing that Jiang Cheng spoke so mysteriously, Liu Qingcang smiled awkwardly, "Did you forget about today's Martial Competition? Let's go!
Jiang Cheng did not say anything more. He stood up and followed Liu Qingcang to the Wang Capital City's Martial Arts Arena.
Walking on the spacious street, Jiang Cheng could always see the martial artists passing by looking at him strangely. Jiang Cheng frowned slightly and asked in a deep voice, "Brother Qing Cang, did something happen in the city these past few days?
Hmm? You don't know? Liu Qingcang was stunned.
What do I know?
Right now, you are an influential figure in Wang Capital City, and your reputation is not inferior to those Nine Star Origin Generals! What happened at last week's gathering has long been spread out by some people. I don't know who set up a bet on who would win the fight between you and Wang Xiaohui.
After hearing this, Jiang Cheng smiled bitterly and shook his head. He didn't expect that a fierce battle would turn into a gambling game in the eyes of the crowd.
Immediately after, Jiang Cheng looked at Liu Qingcang strangely and said, "Don't tell me you also participated in the bet?
Hehe! I bet a little too. Liu Qingcang scratched his head awkwardly. Then, he glared at him and said, "But don't worry.
Victory!
How can you be sure that I can win?
If you can make a move, it means that you definitely have the confidence. You definitely won't do something that you don't have the confidence to do! Liu Qingcang smiled slyly.
You do know me quite well!
Brother Jiang, do you really have the confidence? If I lose, I will go bankrupt!
Hmph, what does that have to do with me!
While the two of them were talking, they had already arrived at the fighting arena in the central area of Wang Capital City. At this moment, it was already packed with people. The scene of tens of thousands of people made the place look like a street market. It was extremely chaotic.
Jiang Cheng frowned slightly and avoided the crowd. After reporting to Liu Qingcang, a fat old man handed each of them a token. Jiang Cheng held it in his hand and saw the word "6" written on the back of the wooden token. Jiang Cheng knew that this should represent the sixth fighting arena.
The token that Liu Qingcang obtained was "5". Therefore, after the two of them separated, they went to their respective fighting arenas. Putting Liu Qingcang aside for the time being, Jiang Cheng arrived at the outer area of the sixth fighting arena.
Arriving at the periphery of the sixth arena, he discovered that it was already packed with people. Standing far away, Jiang Cheng was actually unable to see the situation inside, and could only hear waves of chaotic shouts.
Just looking at that kid in a green robe, I am in a bad mood! A bearded man below had a face full of disdain.
Shut the f * ck up! That's my son competing in martial arts! The middle-aged man on the side shouted angrily.
Jiang Cheng felt helpless. He squeezed through the crowd and when he arrived at the front row, he saw a young man wearing a green robe standing on the huge fighting arena. He held a long sword that emitted a spiritual light and had a proud expression on his face.
A young man in a black robe was rolling on the ground, screaming miserably. One of his arms was not far away from him.
At this moment, an old man wearing a red robe walked onto the stage and said in a clear voice, "Song Fei wins this round!"
When the middle-aged man below the stage heard the red robed old man's words, he was immediately overjoyed. "Fei 'er, well done. My Song Family's generation is relying on you! Continue to work hard!
Humph, with your son's Seven Star Origin General cultivation, he will be eliminated sooner or later. What are you so happy about? " The bearded man who had just been insulted by him sneered.
"If you are not convinced, you can also go up. With your Six Star Origin General cultivation, Fei 'er can kill you with one hand!" "My son is the most outstanding successor in the history of my Song Family. How can these rotten garlic be my son's match!"
Soon, the young man in a black robe with a broken arm was carried off the fighting arena. Song Fei swept his gaze over the many martial artists below the stage and said with a smile, "Is there anyone else who wants to challenge me? You can go up the stage. We will stop here."
The many contestants below the stage looked at each other.
"F * ck, this kid is too arrogant. Watch me go up and teach him a lesson!" A young man shouted and immediately went up the fighting arena.
However, in just a few moves, he was thrown off the fighting arena by Song Fei. The young man fell to the ground and looked at Song Fei in fear.
After that, more people went up the fighting arena to compete with Song Fei. However, not long after, they were either thrown off the fighting arena or had their arms chopped off like the young man in a black robe.
"Young Master Song is too powerful. He fought against eight people alone and did not lose a single one!"
"That's right, I see that he is a Seven Star Origin General, but his actual combat strength is probably at the Eight Star Origin General level, right?"
When the middle-aged man saw everyone praising his son, he proudly said, "Although he has not reached the Eight Star Origin General level, he is not far from it!"
Song Fei naturally heard the discussions below and felt a little smug in his heart. He knew that there were only ten contestants in each fighting arena. Now that he had challenged eight people, there was only one person left. As long as he won, he would be able to smoothly enter the promotion round. If he was lucky enough to catch the attention of the four top families, his future would be limitless. Thinking of this, the corners of Song Fei's mouth curled up in a smile.
During this time, Jiang Cheng had been standing to the side and watching the battles. He did not make a sound or go up the fighting arena. He did not take the crowd's shouts and the middle-aged man's boasting to heart.
At this time, Song Fei swept his gaze over the crowd and said in a clear voice, "I wonder if the last friend has arrived?"
As soon as Song Fei spoke, the entire Arena Number 6 instantly quietened down. Everyone looked at each other, and no one knew who the last person was. "Damn it, where did the last person go?"
"Hmph, maybe he saw how powerful Young Master Song was and was scared away."
The moment these words came out, the surrounding martial artists roared with laughter.
When Song Fei saw that there was no response for a long time, he thought that the last person had really been scared away. He was very satisfied with this result because he was already exhausted. He then turned to look at the red-clothed old man and said respectfully, "Senior, since the last person is not here, can you announce the final result of the competition?"
The red-clothed old man swept his gaze over the audience and said in a clear voice, "If no one goes up the stage, then I announce that Young Master Song is the best …"
"Wait!"
A voice instantly interrupted the red-clothed old man's words.
Many of the martial artists present looked towards the source of the voice. Soon, everyone and Song Fei's gazes locked onto Jiang Cheng.
"Damn, why did this kid only speak now? What was he doing earlier?"
"I also ran away because he did not dare to go up the stage?"
"Tsk!" "This kid only has the cultivation of a Five Star Origin General. Even if they fought, he would definitely not be Young Master Song's match!"
Hearing the support of the martial artists below the stage, Song Fei's originally unhappy mood instantly improved. After discovering that Jiang Cheng only had the cultivation of a Five Star Origin General, he said with a smile, "My dear friend, don't be afraid. I guarantee that I won't let you get hurt!"
Jiang Cheng ignored the waves of disdain around him and said with a smile, "Your strength is average, but your luck is quite good. However, since you met me, I'm afraid you will have to give up your position!"
"This kid is a mere Five Star Origin General, what are you pretending to be!"
"Damn, kid, if you have the ability, then beat Young Master Song!"
When the middle-aged man heard Jiang Cheng's words, he felt a wave of displeasure in his heart. However, he did not say anything. He believed that his son would definitely win in the end.
When Song Fei saw that Jiang Cheng actually looked down on him, he was furious in his heart. However, his expression was still like a spring breeze as he said with a smile, "Then my dear friend, please come up the stage and have a match!"
Jiang Cheng did not reply either. Towards this kind of person, he really had nothing to say. With a flash, he instantly arrived ten meters away from Song Fei.
With Song Fei's eyesight, how could he see through Jiang Cheng's movement technique? Although he still had a smile on his face, a bad premonition arose in his heart. However, he did not believe that a Five Star Origin General like Jiang Cheng could beat him. He immediately said confidently, "I'll let you make the first move. Otherwise, with your Five Star Origin General cultivation, I'm afraid you won't have any chance at all."
Jiang Cheng smiled slightly and said with a nod, "Then I won't stand on ceremony!" Jiang Cheng instantly disappeared from where he was. When he appeared again, he was already in front of Song Fei.
Although Jiang Cheng did not use his full strength, a casual punch was still terrifyingly fast.
Song Fei only saw a blur in front of his eyes and a fist shadow attacked. He immediately turned pale with fright. His entire body retreated rapidly and he bent his arms to block.
Bang! An extremely dull sound resounded throughout the entire arena.
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