Chapter 569 - 559: It Only Takes Two Moves (Part 1)

Chapter 569: Chapter 559: It Only Takes Two Moves (Part 1)

"Pfft... I’ve always heard the White Camp call the Black Camp cowardly and incompetent. Heh heh... So I set up a challenge here to see if you White Camp members are truly as brave and invincible as you claim. And yet, not a single person has dared to come up. Tsk, tsk. Don’t tell me the real cowards aren’t the Black Camp, but you all in the White Camp? Or maybe you only act so high and mighty because you have greater numbers? If so, I’m deeply disappointed."

These words, infused with immense Primordial Power and Spiritual Power, pierced through space, suppressed Yu Lan’s Spiritual Power, and forcibly seeped into everyone’s minds. The entire arena hall fell silent, as if space itself had frozen over! But in the next instant, a torrent of shouts and roars erupted from the White Camp!

The moment these voices erupted, Chu Aoqing and Mu Junwu suddenly met each other’s gaze and exchanged a knowing smile. "As expected..."

"..."

"Fuck! Where did this arrogant little shit come from?!"

"Damn it! Give him an inch and he’ll take a mile! Does he really think the White Camp’s reputation is all talk?!"

"Someone! Anyone! Get up there and knock him down! I’ll give you ten days’ worth of Cultivation Resources on the spot!"

"I’ll make it eleven days!! Beat him until he calls you daddy! A fucking rookie dares to be this arrogant! Who the hell gave him the balls?!"

"Heh... It seems this rookie from the Black Camp is quite confident. In that case, shouldn’t we students of the White Camp teach this newcomer a lesson?"

...

After the brief silence, a torrent of curses erupted from the White Camp, more chaotic than a dozen market gossips squabbling at once. Even Yu Lan’s tone lost its composure as she began to egg people on to go up and teach Mu Chen a lesson.

Lei Yun’Er and Lei Yue’er were speechless. So this was what Mu Junwu and Chu Aoqing meant by ’unwilling to let things stay quiet.’ But after thinking back on his words, Lei Yun’Er was the first to chuckle, saying softly, "He’s certainly drawn a lot of hate. Sister Jun Wu, aren’t you worried about him at all? Ever since you and Sister Aoqing entered the Venerable Realm, the Black Camp has been in decline. No one has ever dared to mock the White Camp like this."

Mu Junwu completely ignored the commotion from the White Camp. Her eyes, filled with anticipation, were fixed only on Mu Chen on the screen. She smiled. "Don’t worry. Just watch. He is far from ordinary."

Hearing this, Lei Yun’Er ventured a guess, "Does that mean his Martial Arts Realm is very high?"

Chu Aoqing and Mu Junwu both smiled and shook their heads. "That’s where you’re wrong. In fact, there’s probably no one in all of Holy Tomb Mountain with a lower Martial Artist Realm than him."

"Huh?"

"His Martial Arts Realm is only... Sect Realm Seventh Ring."

"Sect Realm Seventh Ring? Sister Jun Wu... Y-You’re not kidding, are you?!"

This time, it wasn’t just Lei Yun’Er who was shocked; even Lei Yue’er, who had been listening to the opposing camp’s curses, widened her golden eyes. Seventh-Ring Martial Sect... how could he be a Seventh-Ring Martial Sect? It was simply unbelievable. They had just seen Calamity take on nineteen opponents at once and defeat all nineteen Emperor Realm Martial Artists. Furthermore, the strongest among them had been an Eighth-Ring Martial Emperor. In their minds, this person codenamed Calamity had to be a Ninth-Ring Martial Emperor, if not at the Nine-Ring Martial Emperor Peak.

But now, Mu Junwu was telling her that Calamity’s Martial Arts Realm was only Seventh-Ring Martial Sect, a realm unimaginably far from even the First-Ring Martial Emperor! How could she possibly accept that?!

"Heh... Looks like I can’t just sit here any longer. It’s only fifteen days’ worth of Cultivation Resources. I’ll just treat it as the price for teaching a lesson to a brat who doesn’t know his place."

Suddenly, the curses from the White Camp came to an abrupt halt. A man in a white Concealing Garment rose from his table. The moment he stood, a faint fluctuation of Primordial Power, which he could barely suppress, emanated from him.

Chu Aoqing glanced over and chuckled lightly. "Peak of Eight-Ring Martial Emperor. His first opponent is already this strong? I wonder how he’ll handle it."

Mu Junwu said calmly, "He’ll be fine."

’If this fight were on flat ground, Mu Chen might need to use his full strength. But it’s on a fighting stage. Combined with that unfathomable Body Technique of his, as long as he doesn’t face a Venerable Realm Martial Artist, no one else will be able to touch him.’

Just then, the man from the White Camp took a step. Without any flashiness, he simply floated into the air and descended before the White Camp’s Teleportation Gate. After shooting a cold glare at Mu Chen on the screen, he vanished into the portal.

In these king-of-the-hill battles, except for the final match, simply entering the Teleportation Gate was enough to register as an Attacker.

Inside the arena, seeing that an Attacker was finally entering the stage, Yu Lan smiled faintly and announced, "The White Camp has sent forth an Attacker. Codename: Mo Wen."

"Mo Wen?"

The moment this codename appeared, it captured everyone’s attention. Mo Wen. It wasn’t a codename, but his actual name. Or rather, his name served as his codename. And while that name might not mean much on the Third Level, on the Second Level, he was an absolutely attention-grabbing figure. Because he was the Vice Power Master of the Second Level’s most powerful faction!