Wu Po Xing withdrew his gaze and began to speak in a resonant voice.

"This judgment above is considered the final decree of the Martial Artist Alliance!"

"Are you dissatisfied? Do you refuse to acknowledge it?"

"Fine! Then go into the wild! Through bloody combat, prove that you are still a martial artist with a fighting spirit! Slap me in the face with facts and tell me I misjudged you!"

Thousands of martial artists stood blushing in the plaza.

Qin Mu, however, seemed very relaxed. He stood there as if all this had nothing to do with him and enjoyed watching this show.

"Qin Mu"

Wu Po Xing suddenly shouted.

"First place in this points competition!"

"You all want to question him? Well, you can! But you should have the strength to support your queries!"

"The elimination rounds begin now!"

"Qin Mu will defend the arena. Anyone can go up and challenge him. Once you beat him, you will win first place in the Martial Arts Tournament,"

"You will have battle armor of Great Grandmaster level! A Great Grandmaster level cultivation skill! SSS-grade potions for an unlimited time! All cultivation rooms will be available to you with no time restrictions! You will have unconditional financial support from the Martial Artist Alliance! And finally—and this is perhaps the most important part—myself, Bai Ming, Spear King, or perhaps the Saber Maniac—you can pick one of us to be your master, and we will teach you with all our might!"

Pfft

Qin Mu nearly choked on his own saliva.

What the heck?

"I think you're playing with me!"

The hearts of all other martial artists were racing in their chests.

"Holy crap?

"Great Grand Master-level battle armor? That's Super S-rank! They say a Ninth Rank Martial General Vicious Beast can't break through it!"

"Trillions in value. unlimited supply of SSS potions?"

"Damn! The Alliance is really rich!"

"Wait"

"Did you hear that?"

"The final part is where it all matters! Selecting one of these four most representative powerhouses of Dragon Star as your master!"

"You'll be the Crown Prince of the Alliance from now on!"

"Who would dare to bare their fangs in front of you?"

"Awesome! Awesome! First prize in the Martial Arts Tournament—this time, it's definitely a prize worth fighting for!"

"Everybody get out of the way! I'm going first!" Zhang Chengwu had no other choice but to push through.

He honestly did not want to go back and face the cold-faced Scorpion. Come life or death, he had to give this a try!

"Good"

Wu Po Xing praised resolutely. "Dare to challenge, and at least there is a chance to win!"

Whoosh

A massive arena suddenly appeared in the middle of the plaza.

Inside this 300x300 meter space, all other martial artists were teleported out, leaving Qin Mu and Zhang Chengwu alone.

Qin Mu: "???"

"Who are you?" Zhang Chengwu smiled.

Zhang Chengwu chuckled: "Brother, don't blame me.Blame Senior Sister's order; I can't not kill you." Huh?

"Exacltly"

Zhang Chengwu heaved his chest out and proudly declared, "My Senior Sister is 'the once-in-a-century genius of Myriad Sword Pavilion'! Peerless beautiful, a martial heroine captivates countless men, 'Swordswoman Bai Qingyan'—Young Miss Bai, in short!"

Hearing this, Qin Mu paused. He realized he might have had the wrong impression of the person he met earlier.

"This Bai Qingyan you're talking about," Qin Mu asked hesitantly, "is there any possibility that she may not be the manager of Jiangcheng's Myriad Sword Pavilion?"

"Huh?"

Zhang Chengwu dismissed it with a wave of his hand. "Absolutely impossible!"

Below the stage, the real Bai Qingyan was trembling with absolute rage, looking ready to explode. If glares could kill a person, Zhang Chengwu would have been pierced by ten thousand invisible swords right then and there.

"Zhang Chengwu! What the hell are you doing?!" She roared.

"Oh?"

Zhang Chengwu scratched his head mockingly. "You see? Senior Sister is urging me on. Let's wrap this up!"

Whoosh

In the middle of the sentence, three Flying Swords appeared in an instant, all of them targeting Qin Mu's face.

A sneak attack?

Qin Mu's mind reacted instantly. Three of his own flying swords flashed out to intercept.

In the air, six blades met together.

Clang

A clean, metallic crash echoed as the firearms interacted with each other. However, in the next split second—

Pfft

Three swords plunged into Zhang Chengwu's forehead.

It was a clean kill. Instant death.

The other side had Qin Mu untouched. In front of his chest hovered three mental barriers strongly, which had repelled the stray swords easily.

Beep

"First round, Qin Mu wins!"

"Uh…?" Qi Jun furrowed his brow in confusion. "What the fuck just happned."

Mentalist duels were always a battle of guerilla warfare—a lot of dodging Flying Swords while waiting for an opportunity. Unless there was an incredible disparity in strength, an instant kill was impossible.

"This moron Chengwu," Qi Jun muttered, finally grasping the truth. "So he didn't wear a helmet, and he didn't even demonstrate a shield appearance because he wanted to look cool! Is he stupid?"

The onlooking crowd of Martial Artists and Mentalists gasped in astonishment, which quickly turned into mocking.

"Myriad Sword Pavilion? That is their level of ingenuity?"

"Third in points scoring, but fell in one round?"

"Hahahahaha. What a laugh!"

"They stockpile all this resources, and they can't make it past one round?"

Bai Qingyan turned her head sharply to the side, locking focus on a sneering voice in the crowd.

"Little William!!

"What is that supposed to mean?" she asked coldly.

Little William shrugged his shoulders in a nonchalent manner. "It means exactly what it says. The honorable third-place ranker was eliminated instantly. To be honest, I am no longer sure if I can trust this ranking system," he said.

Bai Qingyan's face turned stiff. "Enemies of Myriad Sword Pavilion shall be vanquished by Myriad Sword Pavilion! We do not require your approval!"

She moved to step onto the stage herself—

"Hey"

"This opportunity is mine!" Little William hopped onto the arena floor before she could react, snatching her chance to act.

He smiled at the crowd. "Myriad Sword Pavilion blew the first round. They were not in top form, and they only have themselves to blame."

"Oh man!"

The audience below the stage murmured in dismay.They realized they had misread the situation.

"Damn it, I shouldn't have been so stunned."

"I could have won that too! The mental power of Qin Mu is only average. With his speed, he is no more than a Level Three to Five Dominator Envoy."

"What a waste! The first prize rewards, a famous teacher. and I blew it off?"

"I feel as if I lost a trillion credits!"

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