The curtains to the meet’s first battle were drawn as the ten participants entered their respective arenas.
Chen Chuge and Zhao Qian faced each other on the main battle platform.
Zhao Qian was a handsome youth with a tall stature. His eyes were long and narrow, slightly narrowed at this moment, flicking with a dangerous light. He seemed like a poisonous snake hiding in a dark place. His whole person emanated a faint, indiscernible, icy aura.
While not the top genius of the Zhao Clan, he ranked within the top ten and carried himself with pride due to his lineage. His gaze toward Chen Chuge exuded contempt.
“Kid, I’ll give you a choice. Kneel, kowtow, and beg for leniency. I’ll spare your worthless life. Otherwise, don’t blame me for not showing any mercy!
“Chen Clan, right? A clan from a Grade-3 city. Just because you eliminated the Lin Clan, do you think you are the same as my Zhao Clan? In my eyes, your Chen Clan people are nothing more than country bumpkins.”
Zhao Qian's arrogance fueled anger among the Chen Clan members present behind Chen Zhengqing and Chen Fan.
“Hoho, Brother Chen, Zhao Qian is full of youthful vigor and spoke out of turn. I hope you won't let his words bother you," remarked Zhao Kongming, his voice echoing. He respectfully cupped his fists toward Chen Zhengqing.
Chen Zhengqing smiled lightly and said, “It’s fine. Talking nonsense won’t be of any use.”
“Hoho.” Zhao Kongming chuckled coldly, unfazed by the comment.
You will soon find out whether it’s nonsense or not!
“Chen Chuge, no need to hold back. Our Chen Clan will take care of it if you kill or maim him.” Chen Fan’s cold voice rang out, immediately drawing the crowd's gaze.
Chen Chuge turned his head and looked at Chen Fan. He nodded heavily and said, “Yes!”
His sharp gaze went back to Zhao Qian, and he revealed two rows of white teeth. “Zhao Qian, huh? Did you think being from the city lord’s mansion makes you superior? Insulting the Chen Clan won't end well for you!”
“No way, this guy is out of his mind. He actually dares to say something so rebellious!”
“Perhaps he didn’t want to lose face in front of the crowd.”
“Hoho, how foolish. Isn’t he courting death? Look at Zhao Qian’s face, you guys. That kid is dead for sure!”
The crowd shook their heads, thinking Chen Chuge would meet a grim fate.
For a moment of bravado, he had to pay the price with his life. Just why did he do it?
Zhao Qian’s expression was frosty, and icy killing intent blossomed in his eyes. The killing intent seemed to have frozen the battle platform.
“Little bastard, I just wanted to defeat you at first. But now, you dared to insult me with such shameless boasting. Very well, today, not even the deities can save you!”
Zhao Qian took a step forward. His aura rushed out violently, generating a gale and an extreme sense of oppression.
“Peak of the seventh level!”
“Heavens, he’s only a step away from reaching the eighth level of the Qigong realm. That kid from the Chen Clan is in deep trouble.”
“Someone will die in the very first battle. The Chen Clan will have to treat it as a lesson.”
The crowd sensed Zhao Qian’s cold aura, and their pupils shrunk violently.
Zhao Qian being at the seventh level was common knowledge, but they hadn’t expected him to be at the peak of that level.
A sinister smile appeared on Zhao Qian’s face. He closed in on Chen Chuge step by step and said, “Little bastard, have your legs gone limp? Are you scared out of your wits? Don’t you want to kneel and beg for mercy? Too bad, it’s useless! You can no longer beg for mercy!
“In this City Clash Convention, I shall use your fresh blood to tell the people that in Watermoon City, our Zhao Clan’s people are not to be insulted!
“Whoever insults us shall die!”
Zhao Qian suddenly shot out like a bullet, instantly appearing before Chen Chuge.
Primeval qi spewed from his five fingers, producing a wind-breaking sound. His fingers were like five unbreakable silver spears tearing through the air and clawing toward Chen Chuge’s face, striking viciously.
“Five Fingers Silver Spear. Zhao Qian used his strongest move right from the start. Isn’t he thinking too highly of that kid from Chen Clan?”
“Hoho, Five Fingers Silver Spear is a quasi-profound tier martial skill. Before that attack, Chen Chuge’s protective primeval qi will be no different from tofu. His head will be ripped out in one go.”
In the Zhao Clan’s direction, cold smiles appeared on some of their descendants' faces.
“Go die!” Zhao Qian shouted as his palm smashed down, piercing the air with unmatched toughness, wanting to kill Chen Chuge in one move.
However, as the crowd covered their faces, unwilling to watch the bloody scene, Chen Chuge stepped forth. An invisible shockwave swept from him, hitting Zhao Qian like an invisible hammer. Zhao Qian staggered from the hit and let out a low groan.
“You dare talk big before me when you’re merely at the peak of the seventh level. Even if you’re a descendant of the city lord’s mansion, you will have to die!”
Chen Chuge clenched his right fist and punched at Zhao Qian’s head.
A loud boom rang out in the area.
Chen Chuge’s punch moved like a meteorite, carrying a destructive aura.
Zhao Qian felt like the grim reaper—wielding an impossible large scythe—was walking toward him to reap his life.
Subconsciously, he brought his hands up in front of him.
The punch quickly dealt with Zhao Qian’s palm before sending Zhao Qian flying. As he flew back, he spewed fresh blood nonstop.
Chen Chuge kicked off the ground, shooting forth like an arrow, and threw another punch at the flying Zhao Qian.
Chen Chuge’s fist grew larger in Zhao Qian’s field of vision. He quickly realized Chen Chuge was at the eighth level of the Qigong realm and was horrified.
So, when Chen Chuge threw another punch at him without holding back, intent on killing him, Zhao Qian decided to just admit defeat.
However, before he could utter “defeat,” Chen Chuge’s fist had already arrived.
Zhao De immediately roared at the sight. He unleashed his third-level Yuanfu realm aura to stop Chen Chuge.
“You sinful bastard, hold it!”
However, an icy cold snort rang out, and an invisible force struck Zhao De. His aura was immediately suppressed, and he coughed up blood.
At the same time, Chen Chuge’s fist fell on Zhao Qian’s head, making it burst like a watermelon.
Zhao Qian, a talented descendant of the Zhao Clan at the peak of the seventh level, died.