Chapter 571 - 561: I’ll Take This Round 1

Chapter 571: Chapter 561: I’ll Take This Round 1

THUD.

Mu Chen landed and strode over to Mo Wen without a second thought. He hoisted him up and, without a single glance, flicked his right arm and flung him from the stage. No matter how you looked at it, he seemed to be tossing out a piece of trash...

The scene was shown in perfect detail on the screen! Perhaps Yu Lan had been hoping to see Mu Chen embarrassed, because the camera had been locked on him the entire time. As a result, his every move was seared into the minds of the audience. To face a Peak of Eight-Ring Martial Emperor and end the battle... it only took two moves!

"..."

The image on the screen froze, and the very air in the grand hall seemed to solidify. Though the students of the Black and White Camps all wore masks, the expressions hidden beneath them were undoubtedly dazed.

Throughout the entire hall, only Mu Junwu and Chu Aoqing remained relatively composed. Lei Yun’er and Lei Yue’er were already stunned by the sight, for the relaxed, natural-looking man standing on the stage was completely beyond their comprehension.

"Is he... really a Seventh-Ring Martial Sect?"

At that moment, it wasn’t just the sisters Lei Yun’er and Lei Yue’er; even Chu Aoqing and Mu Junwu found it hard to accept. They knew Mu Chen’s Nine Attributes Dantian was extraordinarily powerful, but how could he have won so easily against a Peak of Eight-Ring Martial Emperor? Two moves. Just two moves to win the battle in what was essentially an instant kill!

Suddenly, a student from the Black Camp jolted back to his senses. Staring at the screen in disbelief, he muttered, "Holy shit! Is that guy on our Black Camp’s side?"

"Looks like it," another Black Camp student replied.

"Two moves to take out Mo Wen? Since when did the arena have a newcomer like this? His Martial Arts Realm must be at least that of a Ninth-Ring Martial Emperor, right?"

"No kidding. I doubt even a Ninth-Ring Martial Emperor could end a fight in such a simple and brutal way. I didn’t even see his Martial Ring. Did any of you?"

"Not a thing! Don’t tell me he only used his physical strength?"

"No... no way."

...

All at once, the excited chatter of the Black Camp students shattered the silence in the grand hall. The students from the White Camp were startled from their stupor as well. This was perhaps the first time in nearly three years that their rivals had dared to be so loud and boisterous in the arena.

They listened to the Black Camp’s brazen discussion, but they had no way to retort. What a joke! That was Mo Wen! He’d been tossed off the stage like a piece of trash by an opponent who hadn’t even revealed his Martial Artist Realm. In that moment, the faces of the White Camp students burned, as if each had been struck by an invisible hand.

’In truth, this victory was one-third luck, one-third strength, and one-third Mo Wen’s arrogance. In his eyes, I was just a rookie new to the arena, and a student from the Black Camp at that. Because of those two things, he didn’t unleash his Primordial Power from the very beginning. Otherwise, facing a Peak of Eight-Ring Martial Emperor... I’m not saying I would have to use one hundred percent of my strength, but in terms of pure power, I would need to exert at least ninety percent just to have a fighting chance. Winning would have required even more effort.’

’Still, things couldn’t have gone better. Not only did I win easily, but more importantly, I’ve established an intimidating presence. To be honest, as long as there are no Venerable Realm Martial Artists, I don’t really have to take anyone else seriously. Last time, my Broken Ring let me briefly possess the power to fight someone in the Venerable Realm. That very experience made me understand just how terrifying the gap between the Venerable Realm and the Emperor Realm truly is. It’s a chasm as wide as heaven and hell—impossible to cross, impossible to overcome!’