Chapter 1251 - 1277: Magnificent and Unparalleled

"Combat Power seventy-eight, that’s a very promising number, young man, you’re quite good. You still have one more chance, do you want to try?" the elder spoke to the young man.

The young man smiled slightly, showing a set of white teeth, and said, "This was already my strongest attack. Even if I perform it again, it will have the same effect."

"Very well, you can advance directly. I hope you continue to perform well, King Zhao will greatly favor those with excellent talent. Next!" the elder exclaimed.

The young man then stepped down from the arena, and many people below looked at him, their eyes filled with envy, jealousy, and disdain. A black coal head qualifying to compete for Princess Qingyou was simply overestimating himself, this was what most people thought.

Immediately after, the third contender went up, a slick-looking youth. Being able to pass the Wen Pass indicated he had some skill. At this moment, he approached the screen and directly took out his sword from the Storage Ring.

He then stepped back several paces, shouted loudly, and unleashed a powerful martial skill. This youth had only the strength of military generals, his martial skill was very flashy, but lacked strong attack power. After attacking the screen, the youth was sent flying dozens of meters, almost falling off the arena.

Fortunately, he wasn’t sent vomiting blood by the rebound force. His eyes were very confident as he looked at the screen, believing he could surely pass.

Soon, the screen flashed with white light, a number appeared. Seeing this number, the youth could hardly believe his eyes. The number was so low, he somewhat doubted if the screen had made a mistake.

His expression became unnatural, and at this time the elder spoke, "Combat Power forty-one, unable to meet the passing requirement. You still have two more chances, do you want to try?"

"Forty-one? I want! I want!" The youth hadn’t quite reacted, but he still agreed.

People below were also astonished and perplexed by this number and began to secretly worry. It seemed passing the Martial Pass wasn’t so easy.

The youth came before the screen, fully operating the Nether Power within his body. This time he was prepared to fully unleash his strongest martial skill, even if it meant injury, as long as he could taste Princess Qingyou’s beauty, it would be worth dying for.

The strong sword aura appeared again from his long sword, sword qi floating in the air before attacking toward the screen. Though seemingly a beautiful strike, it still lacked significant attack power. His attacks equated to flashy but useless techniques.

However, this strike sent him flying outside the arena, spewing a mouthful of blood, just as he thought he could pass, he saw the number appearing on the screen.

Seeing this number, he was dumbfounded, his heart filled with unwillingness and despair, spewing another mouthful of blood, almost losing consciousness.

"Combat Power forty-five, unable to meet the passing requirement. You have one last chance, do you want to try?" the elder, expressionless, addressed the youth.

Standing up, the youth waved his hand and said, "No need, even if I attack again, I can’t break through. This was already my strongest attack. I abandon the last chance."

The youth then directly left the crowd, no one knew what he felt at that moment, nor did anyone pay attention to the departure of this unfamiliar youth, as everyone’s focus had shifted to the fourth youth.

This youth performed a bit better than the previous one, but after three tests, his highest Combat Power was only fifty-two, unable to meet the passing requirement and was eliminated.

The selection tournament was brutal, some were joyful, many were sorrowful. Two hours passed and the sky was gradually darkening. In these two hours, only about two hundred people were tested, of which only over twenty passed.

This implied that perhaps only seventy or eighty among the remaining group might pass. Out of ten thousand people, only about a hundred or even fewer could pass, leaving those who passed feeling fortunate, and those who didn’t feeling disappointed and unwilling.

And those yet to be tested felt anxious and chaotic, initially full of confidence, but seeing so few passing left their hearts uncertain, each like a defeated rooster hanging their heads in defeat.

"It is getting late today, everyone will continue testing tomorrow. The remaining people can rest in a specially prepared area at the City Lord’s Mansion, or at various inns and restaurants within the city, as long as it doesn’t delay tomorrow’s test," the elder said.

Then everyone left the competition area, some went to inns and restaurants, others to the area prepared by the City Lord’s Mansion. Chu Cheng, along with Lin Feng, returned to the City Lord’s Mansion, including Princess Qingyou.

"Cheng’er, do you have confidence to pass smoothly this time?" Lin Feng asked Chu Cheng.

"Father, I will do my best. Considering how many people were eliminated this time, I don’t have much confidence, but I still believe I can advance," Chu Cheng smiled, deliberately glancing at Princess Qingyou beside him as he spoke.

King Zhao then entered the side hall, having just arranged matters for the three factions and some important people, as he must do as the City Lord of Qingyou City.

Princess Yiyi laughed at this moment, "Lin Feng, you underestimate your son. Cheng’er will certainly pass, he must marry Qingyou, do you not hope they are together?"

Upon hearing this, both Chu Cheng and Princess Qingyou blushed slightly, exchanging glances while saying nothing, and Lin Feng laughed:

"Of course, I hope they are together. With such a beautiful daughter-in-law, I am quite willing. But it depends on Cheng’er whether he has the strength, although this competition is so fierce, Cheng’er is still under a lot of pressure, just unsure if some would deliberately take it easy."

Lin Feng said, intentionally glancing at Princess Qingyou, who naturally understood this from Lin Feng and smiled, "Uncle Chu is joking, it’s not up to Qingyou to decide, everything must follow Father King’s arrangements, Qingyou can’t make decisions. If Chu Cheng truly excels, it will naturally be considered."

"Hahahaha! That’s simple. King Zhao wouldn’t dare refuse my son, right? He would be glad to become in-laws with me, unexpectedly, my son’s marriage is settled so quickly, really surprising," Lin Feng laughed.

King Zhao glanced at Lin Feng and smiled, "I knew you’d put pressure on me, but let me say the ugly things up front, although I hope to become in-laws with you, it still depends on Chu Cheng’s performance. If he can’t advance, there’s nothing I can do.

After all, this tournament involves people from other factions too, I can’t unduly favor one side, causing unfairness, which would greatly impact Qingyou City and could bring tremendous trouble."

"I understand, I believe Cheng’er can do it. I think we should go meet the other key figures, let Chu Cheng and Qingyou spend some time alone to develop their feelings. They’ll be together eventually, we shouldn’t disturb them, I’d also like to see what attitude those fellows have toward you," Lin Feng laughed.

Chu Cheng and Princess Qingyou both blushed but didn’t refute, while Lin Feng and others left the side hall...