"Ladies and gentlemen, the arena competition begins now. The first match will feature…"

A middle-aged man leaped onto the central platform of the stadium and began to speak in a loud voice.

In a section of the stadium, Lin Bingrui frowned as he glanced at his phone. He hadn't waited for Jiang Chen at the entrance, thinking Jiang Chen had already arrived. However, after coming in and trying to call Jiang Chen, the phone was turned off, which left him feeling uneasy.

Where had Mr. Jiang gone? Surely he hadn't decided not to come?

Upon hearing the announcer's call, Lin Bingrui could do nothing but put away his phone and see how things would unfold for the time being. If Jiang Chen didn't show up soon, he would be utterly humiliated today.

"It's him…" Jiang Chen caught sight of the man on the stage and was slightly surprised; that was Liu Jiangbo, the vice president of the Dingjing Branch of the Martial Alliance, who once didn't dare to fight after being intimidated by a single strike from Jiang Chen.

"Jiang Chen, you know the person on the stage?" Xiao Yunna had been keeping an eye on Jiang Chen and noticed something off in his expression. She asked in a soft voice.

Jiang Chen nodded and said carelessly, "He's Liu Jiangbo, the vice president of the Dingjing Branch of the Martial Alliance. I've crossed swords with him before. He was so scared of my blade that he didn't dare to make a move."

"Ha ha, what kind of nonsense are you spouting now? You, of all people, could scare a vice president of the Martial Alliance Branch into not making a move? That's quite a tall tale you're telling—it's practically sky-high!" Li Bowen scoffed with disdain.

Xiao Anjun frowned slightly and glanced at Jiang Chen, then turned to Fan Wuzheng: "How do you compare to that vice president Liu?"

"My strength is on par with Vice President Liu!" Fan Wuzheng responded in a low voice, then turned to look at Jiang Chen with a cold gleam in his eyes: "Jiang Chen, by your implication, are you saying you are stronger than me?"

Jiang Chen glanced at Fan Wuzheng and nodded indifferently, "Just a single strike."

"Heh heh…" Fan Wuzheng couldn't help but laugh. He eyed the Blood Saber that Jiang Chen always held in his hand and said coldly, "Very well, after the arena competition, I look forward to experiencing Mr. Jiang's swordsmanship."

Jiang Chen gave a faint smile and didn't reply, instead turning his head back to watch the stage.

Fan Wuzheng's eyes flashed with a chilling intent to kill, and with a sneer, he too turned back.

The competition started quickly.

Before each match, when Liu Jiangbo announced the name of a power, and the associated martial artist stood up, the audience would look towards the people sitting next to the martial artists and would burst into shouts of recognition.

"Hey! That's Cheng Zhiqiang from Jinhai City, a big shot indeed!"

"That's Boss Lu from Songling Province. He's a big tycoon on the Flame Dragon Kingdom's rich list!"

"Hey, that one, that's the underground big shot from Anyu Province, the overlord Jiang Wenlong."

All the big shots from the five neighboring provinces and three cities had gathered here, except for the ones from Jincheng, causing a wave of gasps and exclamations from the crowd.

"Na Na, who do you think will win?" Watching the martial artists fighting on the stage, Gong Yue turned to ask Xiao Yunna. She could only tell that those people were very formidable, but she couldn't discern who was more powerful.

Xiao Yunna furrowed her brows, watched for a little while, and then shook her head gently, "I can't tell."

Out of the blue, Jiang Chen remarked, "The martial artist in black clothing will win."

At the same time, Fan Wuzheng also said, "The two have similar strengths; either could win…"

Their voices rose almost simultaneously, causing the others to stare in surprise at Jiang Chen and Fan Wuzheng.

"Jiang Chen, are you so certain that the martial artist in black will be the victor?" Fan Wuzheng looked coldly at Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen spoke indifferently, "That blue-clad martial artist, although seemingly fierce in attack, lacks sustained power. Right now, he's ferocious, but after five moves, he will weaken, and the black-clad martial artist, who appears to be defending all the time, is just waiting for his opponent's moment of weakness. This kind of cautious martial artist loves to battle against explosive types, not needing to exert much effort themselves, just waiting for the opponent to run out of energy!"

The group was stunned for a moment, then turned their gazes towards the arena.

Li Bowen, unconvinced, watched the battle on the stage and muttered, "I still think the blue-clad martial artist will win. You're just a guy who got famous through exaggeration, you don't know jack!"

Ignoring Li Bowen, Jiang Chen quietly watched the fight on the stage.

Indeed, as Jiang Chen had said, the blue-clad martial artist was relentlessly attacking the black-clad martial artist, who had adopted a completely defensive stance.

In the eyes of all, after the five moves Jiang Chen mentioned, the blue-clad martial artist's offensive suddenly slowed, and in that instant, a cold gleam flashed in the eyes of the black-clad martial artist, who abruptly switched from defense to offense and viciously kicked towards the blue-clad martial artist's chest.

The blue-clad martial artist's expression changed, and just as he tried to dodge, a sense of powerlessness overcame him, with his body's reaction speed unable to keep up with his brain's.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, the blue-clad martial artist was kicked off the stage by the black-clad martial artist.

"The martial artist sent by the head of Songling Province, Lu, wins," Liu Jiangbo announced the result of the match.

"The black-clad martial artist really won?!" Gong Yue exclaimed in surprise.

Xiao Yunna looked at Jiang Chen, her face full of excitement, "Jiang Chen, you were right!"

"Hmph! It was just a lucky guess!" Li Bowen said with an ugly expression.

Xiao Anjun looked at Jiang Chen in astonishment and then turned his head to Fan Wuzheng.

Fan Wuzheng's eyebrows furrowed, he gave Jiang Chen a deep look, a hint of suspicion in his eyes.

"The next match..."

Another battle began, and after watching intently for a while, Fan Wuzheng abruptly asked, "Jiang Chen, who do you think will win this time?"

"The martial artist with the fine legwork!" Jiang Chen replied casually.

Fan Wuzheng was momentarily taken aback, opened his mouth as if to say something, but Li Bowen cut in first, "I think the one using palm strikes will win. They're both attacking aggressively, there's no waiting for the right moment. The one using palm strikes is so fierce, he's sure to win!"

Jiang Chen didn't even glance at Li Bowen, simply ignoring him. Arguing with trash was pointless.

"Wuzheng, what do you think?" Xiao Anjun glanced at Jiang Chen and turned his head towards Fan Wuzheng.

"The two are equally matched; it's hard to say," replied Fan Wuzheng, turning his head to fix his gaze straight into Jiang Chen's eyes, "Why do you think the one with the legwork will win?"

Jiang Chen spoke indifferently, "When martial artists fight and their strengths are close, the key is who can seize the opportunity. Waiting for the right moment is a situation that occurs in every battle. Those who cannot wait for the right moment are just brutes."

The others were taken aback, then simultaneously turned to look at Li Bowen. Li Bowen had just said there was no waiting for the right moment in this fight, and Jiang Chen's words were a direct slap to Li Bowen's face.

"You don't know..."

"Indeed, in martial artist battles, waiting for the right moment is one of the keys to victory! Almost every fight involves such a thought and action!" Just as Li Bowen was about to retort, Fan Wuzheng interrupted him.

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