Novel Full Chapter 732 - Genuine anger
It wasn’t as if Aoxue had never tasted defeat.
On the contrary, he had been humiliated in countless battles throughout his life.
However, all those defeats had come at the hands of inner disciples—the absolute elite of the central region, prodigies of legendary talent.
Aoxue was an arrogant and narcissistic man, someone who took genuine pleasure in humiliating others.
Unfortunately for him, he lived in a land where few were worth humiliating, for even his talent, remarkable anywhere else, was merely average there.
It was precisely because of this relative mediocrity that they had sent him here, a decision that had left him immensely satisfied.
He wanted to dominate the arena, crush his enemies underfoot, and be revered by the women as the undisputed star of the tournament.
Aoxue turned his face slightly, his eyes sweeping over the crowd surrounding the arena.
About twenty beauties were gathered in the arena, each one a peerless beauty, capable of bringing empires to their knees with a single smile.
Yet not a single one of them cast even a fleeting glance in his direction.
All their sparkling eyes were fixed on Qingyi, their delicate faces brimming with genuine interest.
On top of the fury already boiling in his chest, jealousy began to spread through Aoxue’s veins.
He was a white dragon too! He possessed extraordinary talent as well!
In that wretched, backward region, he, Long Aoxue, should be the only one worthy of the title of supreme emperor—not Qingyi!
“You bastard, I, Long Aoxue, will make you tremble before me!” he roared, his consciousness plunging toward the Dantian he himself had sealed for that battle.
He might be inferior to Qingyi in raw strength, but that was exactly what black dragons were renowned for.
Qi and mastery over energy—these were the pillars of the white dragons’ supremacy.
Long Aoxue only needed to fight on the field where he truly shone to wash away that shame!
In the midst of his fury, he completely forgot that he himself had proposed the duel of pure physical strength, and that breaking that rule now would mean his immediate defeat.
He shattered his own seal, and his Qi exploded in its entirety with a roar of raw energy, the air around him trembling under the sudden pressure.
Unfortunately for him, that display wouldn’t last long.
“I believe we’ve seen enough, young ones. This is just a friendly battle, a mere training exercise. It was a good learning experience for everyone involved.”
The voice belonged to an elder who stood just a step away from the Star Sovereign’s realm. He materialized beside Aoxue, fingers clasping firmly around the young man’s shoulder.
In that very instant, the elder sealed the white dragon’s Qi, and Aoxue’s face contorted into a grimace of pure humiliation.
The elder was sparing him from further tarnishing the central region’s name.
He knew it. And every great genius gathered around the arena knew it as well.
In the end, all he could do was clench his teeth.
“You were lucky today, junior. I hope we can have a more worthy battle when the tournament truly begins.” Long Aoxue forced a fake smile onto his lips and bowed with feigned courtesy, trying to salvage what remained of his dignity.
Qingyi bowed in return, a gentle smile playing on his lips.
It was a pity that the elder had interrupted the duel, but even so, he had reaped good rewards from the experience.
Without another word, Qingyi calmly returned to Bai Hu Lie’s side, drawing a bottle of the highest-quality wine from his spatial ring so they could share it while watching the remaining battles.
Unfortunately, the tranquility wouldn’t last long.
Before long, the second young master sent by the central region—the one whose face possessed a natural gift for begging to be punched—rose from the crowd and challenged Bai Hu Lie to a duel.
That, naturally, made the tiger’s blood boil with excitement.
Bai Hu Lie leaped into the arena with an eager smile plastered on his face, his muscles already tensing beneath his robe.
He immediately accepted the terms of combat without Qi.
It was a well-balanced fight; one moment the envoy from the central region was being beaten by Bai Hu Lie, the next, Bai Hu Lie was beating him up.
In the end, aware that the colossal tiger would not cease his attacks until his opponent was killed or forcibly restrained, the elders watching the spectacle intervened to end the fight.
Bai Hu Lie stepped down from the platform with a proud smile, while his opponent, face completely disfigured by the punches, was hurriedly carried away for treatment.
After that series of duels, Qingyi and Bai Hu Lie became a source of immense pride for all the geniuses from the northern region present there.
For many years, the representatives sent by the central region had dominated this tournament, something that had always been a source of deep humiliation for the north.
This time, however, the tide was about to turn.
Finally, they would have experts up to the challenge.
Finally, they would witness the arrogant central region being relegated to the sidelines, perhaps unable to even reach the finals.
The two watched a few more battles together before finally preparing to leave the venue.
They had no intention of dueling each other at that moment, as it would force them to employ their full true strength.
Both preferred to save that confrontation for the tournament final, where they would fight with everything they had in a worthy battle
For now, they contented themselves with drinking and chatting about life.
As they prepared to leave, however, Qingyi was forced to halt his steps.
From behind him, a cold voice cut through the air.
“Long Qingyi.”
The voice belonged to Long Aoxue.
“I heard that the divine maiden Ma is the daughter of an expert named Ma Zhenwu. I’ve also heard many rumors about you being mad to take her as your wife.
Well then, let me warn you in advance.”
Long Aoxue took a step forward, his face twisted into an expression full of pettiness.
“I will soon send a message to my father asking him to arrange a marriage with the Divine Maiden’s sect. I will also dispatch an elder from my family to present a formal marriage proposal directly to Ma Zhenwu.”
“I will say this only once: accept your place, refute these rumors, and never dare to set your eyes on my woman!”
Long Aoxue declared it with unbearable arrogance, his chin raised.
It was an idea that had occurred to him at that very moment, but one he was fully certain would come to fruition, since his family held considerable influence over the Divine Maiden Sect, a minor power within the central region.
At that moment, Qingyi’s footsteps came to a complete halt.